The Prepping Thread - A Newer Beginning ;)

thriftwizard

Thank you, unrecordings, that's much more fun than preparing my stock for the vintage fair tomorrow! Oooooops...

DigForVictory

I do apologise, I misinterpreted that as making a meat & vegetable reduction from scraps & leftovers to enhance future dishes, not sorting and preparing things to sell.

I even thought it might even be competitive best vintage stock with mutterings if you added a splash of sherry etc. Then I reread your post & wondered if just possibly I had the wrong end of the wooden spoon.

Hoping all is going well & that the formidably various weather is cooperating!

thriftwizard

Wooden spoon? Good sellers, old wooden spoons, but very much a stall-filler...

It was a lovely sparkling day, the sea looked warm enough to swim in - and may well be, my girls have swum well into November before now, & there were lots of surfers out there - but alas we were indoors, in a theatre ballroom overlooking the beach! However it was a good "do" even if one of the singers wasn't quite in tune, and I've come away with a lighter van & a heavier purse, so I'm well pleased. That was my last "event" of the year so I can breathe a sigh of relief, pack the stock up carefully (washing & mending anything that's got damaged) and concentrate on the upcoming festivities. Next "do" is mid-January...

unrecordings

Funnily enough I had my own vintage fair to deal with this weekend. A biannual event selling studio equipment & musical instruments that I've been involved with for over 20-25 years. Online like ebay, but very carefully controlled like a proper auction, where the great & the good go if they want for example a near mint Roland Juno 6. Next 'do' is April depending on brexit, because a lack of customs union membership may well kill this enterprise (All my lots are going to Italy & Denmark)

jk0

jk0 wrote: »

Now before fellow southerners take offence, know that I am also a southerner...


However, last week my family travelled to Skegness in Lincolnshire to visit my aunt. We stayed at the Premier Inn on Skegness sea front. I was only there two days, but in that time, at least three people started chatting to me in the lift. I thought, what a friendly place this is.


Back here in Reading, today I was clipping the hedge outside my house, and noticed a woman in her 60's sitting in the bus shelter right outside. I said 'hello', but she completely ignored me.


Now, I expect women to ignore me if they think I'm trying it on, but obviously that was not going on today. This is not the first time people of both sexes ignore my polite greetings here in Reading. In fact, it is more often than not.


I feel like moving up north!

Crikey. What have I wrought with my appeal to the cosmos?


This morning 3 different people wanted to stop me for a chat.

DigForVictory

On a completely unrelated note, it would appear the 24 hour petrol station may be fading into obscurity. You may well pay at pump, but the thieves don't, spills are one of those hazards that are far too easy to underestimate & so forth.

I must excavate the metal jerrycans & run a quick test that I can lift a full one.

(Still trying to devise a secure outdoor store for paraffin, which does not like being frozen.)

unrecordings

DigForVictory wrote: »

(Still trying to devise a secure outdoor store for paraffin, which does not like being frozen.)

Seems the Old Style way is to use chickens:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blue_Peacock

DigForVictory

You have to admire the boffins pragmatism & ingenuity - the bomb stays warm & they get fresh eggs just by chance...

Alas, Himself will have nothing to do with the feathered ones, so only when a Merry Widow will I get to eat fresh home-raised roasted chicken. Back to figuring how to protect the paraffin.

unrecordings

Seems there's been a potential reversal in Switzerland over the running down of their strategic coffee supply (as mentioned earlier in this thread)

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-50402048

DigForVictory

I do approve of the Swiss government’s ability to shrug & reverse, given suitably local civilised uproar.

Says she double checking her tea stash, but understanding the Swiss yearning for a coffee.