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[zeitghost]

Well another ZeitSundayLunch(tm) has been cooked & consumed.

Beef.

Rice pud was overcooked, should have taken it out earlier.

Had some nice cooked gooseberries with it to spice it up a bit.

Assuming the rain holds off I'll have to cut the lawns this afternoon.

After shopping.

And season ticket buying.

[zeitghost]

I'm knackered after cleaning one house.

There's 5 lawns and another house to do yet.

better get on with it.

And the birds are complaining that they haven't got any peanuts.

[NickFitz]

I hope she has to apply for a passport. Mrs BP is doing it now for the twins. Its a nightmare.

Some family members are quite unhappy that immigrants seem to get passports easily - but those who werre born here have endless red tape...

My brother, many years ago, was a junior solicitor for a London firm that specialised in wealthy, as in old money, clients. One day, he was given the job of renewing Lord So-and-so's passport for him. The form had been completed, sent to His Lordship to sign, and returned with the passport photos.

Now, it happened that His Lordship was about the same age as my brother - younger son of an Earl, or some such. Also, the passport photos were in an envelope, attached to the form with a paper clip.

My brother took the form down to the passport office and waited, where he observed how the other people in the queue were treated by the public servants behind the glass: peremptory to the point of rudeness, being ordered to "stand over there and wait", and so on. He asked somebody who was waiting, as he was wondering how long this would take, and they told him people were having to wait at least half an hour after their form had been accepted before the passport was finally produced.

He got to the front of the line, and handed the form over. The bloke looked at it and, led astray by the similarity in age and the fact that he couldn't see the photos inside the envelope, leapt to completely the wrong conclusion. He suddenly switched to an utterly obsequious tone, calling my brother "Sir", apologising for the fact that it would take a few minutes to process the application, and asking him if he would mind terribly taking a seat while he waited. The passport was produced and brought to him, rather than him being called over to the counter, within ten minutes

[eek]

Just for Nick a nice summary of boring conference can be found at diamond geezer

[NickFitz]

Just for Nick a nice summary of boring conference can be found at diamond geezer

He does a good writeup, that guy

[zeitghost]

The poppity ping just went ping.

So I'll leave my luscious meal to cool down a bit before I consume it.

Knackered now.

Mowed 5 lawns.

Cut two privet hedges, one 15 feet long, the other 4 feet long.

Hedges more trouble than the five lawns if truth be told.

[zeitghost]

I think I'm not knackered.

I think I've died.

[mudskipper]

Why do all my spam messages promise me hot women or tell me how to please women in bed?

Where's the spam aimed at heterosexual women?

[DaveB]

Why do all my spam messages promise me hot women or tell me how to please women in bed?

Where's the spam aimed at heterosexual women?

This is the internet, there aren't any.

[BrilloPad]

My brother, many years ago, was a junior solicitor for a London firm that specialised in wealthy, as in old money, clients. One day, he was given the job of renewing Lord So-and-so's passport for him. The form had been completed, sent to His Lordship to sign, and returned with the passport photos.

Now, it happened that His Lordship was about the same age as my brother - younger son of an Earl, or some such. Also, the passport photos were in an envelope, attached to the form with a paper clip.

My brother took the form down to the passport office and waited, where he observed how the other people in the queue were treated by the public servants behind the glass: peremptory to the point of rudeness, being ordered to "stand over there and wait", and so on. He asked somebody who was waiting, as he was wondering how long this would take, and they told him people were having to wait at least half an hour after their form had been accepted before the passport was finally produced.

He got to the front of the line, and handed the form over. The bloke looked at it and, led astray by the similarity in age and the fact that he couldn't see the photos inside the envelope, leapt to completely the wrong conclusion. He suddenly switched to an utterly obsequious tone, calling my brother "Sir", apologising for the fact that it would take a few minutes to process the application, and asking him if he would mind terribly taking a seat while he waited. The passport was produced and brought to him, rather than him being called over to the counter, within ten minutes

Amazing! But I believe it.

When Mrs BP takes food from the food bank to the job centre she is treated with utter contempt for daring to help people!