Discussion in 'The Lounge' started by MJB, Mar 14, 2019.
Just like I will benefit from Brexit, eh?
The blood suckers are regrettable but then so was the BBC's attitude towards Scottish Independence and some other subjects I could mention (again).
Netflix feels like good value to me anyway, fwiw.
I pay £1.30/day for quality drama and entertainment, unlimited films and Netflix. I know people who spend ten times that on booze or cigarettes a day.
I know a few people who don't spend ten times that a day in petrol.
My RTBC. My wife has just gone out. 5 mins after her leaving, the postman arrived with a new lens for me. She will be none the wiser. Not sure it would have gone down well after forking out for my fines!
A couple of coots are nesting a bit off-shore in the Thames in Staines.
The only egg-eating birds in the area are crows, so a good chance they'll manage to produce offspring.
Which the pike will then eat.
RTBC for the pike, then.
Bees in the garden.
However, not cheerful after digging up a grassed over flower bed and finding no worms.
Finding out what plants I have in my new garden, lots of lovely stuff, just seen a herbaceous peony just sticking it's shoots up, more assorted hellebores than I know of, the list goes on. Helps that it's at least four times the size of either of my previous gardens, with lovely friable soil.
I think I'll have to add some rich um... horse manure to my sandy loam. Easy soil to work, but it seems a bit lacking in oomph.
Yep, plenty of organic matter, farmyard manure, compost etc. There are plenty of gardens in London that aren't as long as this one is wide. It's big enough to have several distinct areas.
I'll be contacting a local landscape company to get a gang in to bring this back to what it should be.
Yes, I still miss my old garden. Good luck.
Did the Radio 4 Today programme puzzle in about 30 seconds flat.
THen when updating my records (in case of death ones, being on my own now) - I couldn't remember the date of my wedding! Icould remember the month and year, but got hubby's birthday date in my head. Aargh. Good job I'm updating the records then.
Thinking of compost, reminds me of some 'dodgy' character many decades ago, knocking on my parents front door, asking if we'd like the mixture of horse, pig and cow manure he'd got, for the roses and rhododendons he'd seen in the front garden.
"Sorry, no thanks." was our reply.
One got the impression that he was pretty desperate to flog this off, as his next remark was,
"But you ain't gonna get any as fresh as this!"
I am reminded of one of the funniest memories of my childhood.
My dad was a very keen gardener and we had a huge garden- mum reckoned he only brought the house because of the size of the garden.
One summer he managed to acquire (I nearly typed "get his hands on" but you'd have all commented on that!) a lorry load of well rotted horse manure.
We came back from school one evening to find the loaded lorry unloading onto the pavement.
It was at this point dad realised he had completely in his enthusiasm forgotten that although the house was semi-detached there was a garage on the detached side of it......He had to load his wheelbarrow and trundle through the garage with it to get it into the back garden and my mum was not going to let him stop until he'd carted the whole lot into the back garden!
RTBC, just got my pension update; 2.4% increase, plus tax code change, gives me nearly fifty quid a month extra; might treat myself to a pint in celebration
That's exactly what a friend of mine, who used to be a specialist in spoof phone calls used to say. He would call people and pretend to be the driver who was just about to arrive at their place and deliver it. We used to be creased up listening. Alternative was a flock of sheep.
Word to the wise... Never ask me to get you a good trailer load of farmyard manure. Smallest trailer we have is 18 tonnes.
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