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A vert wet and windy dog walk earlier. 40+mph gusts (according to the weather station) and sleet as well. Dog was ok, she just trotted along the the lee of the hedges. I looked like I'd been dragged through them.
Getting busy on the road outside, for they are doing The Football again.
In here, matters of greater moment: the tea towel wash is almost done
You do them separately?
I stick mine in with the cottons & do them at 75 deg C.
Should be enough to kill most things especially since it takes knocking on for 3 hours.
The neighbours are moving in.
It is Not Going Well, especially since the male section went down the pub for lunch before the moving lorries appeared.
This did not go down well with the female section who promptly fecked off to see her son elsewhere.
Tried to get the back door off to make moving stuff easier but the bottom pin is immovable so far, and I can't think of a way of shifting since there's not enough room to hit it with anything.
Naturally enough the other 3 pins just popped out.
The house is now full to bursting and some of the crap makes me look a bit askance at it.
I'm gonna need to build another shed at this rate.
Feck me I seem to have spent an entire fecking year moving stuff, now I think of it this time last year I was busily emptying the loft next door so the first builder could start on April 10th.
He was good at starting.
Finishing, not so much.
And then there was the move from Ye Olde Slough of Desponde on the hill to Ye Newe Slough of Desponde in the docks.
Feck me, I'm knackered.
I think it's time for some more ibuprofen as well.
One has just noticed that "The Equalizer" is on Forces TV tonight at 23:10.
The Proper One, one assumes, with Mr Callan as the Equalizer.
I stick mine in with the cottons & do them at 75 deg C.
Should be enough to kill most things especially since it takes knocking on for 3 hours.
I've got quite a lot of them; a now-deceased great aunt used to give what have proven to be very good, long-lasting ones to my siblings and I for Christmas. So the supply lasts for ages and, once I move on to the last clean one, the rest are gathered from the corner where they've been mankily lurking and all get done together.
I could fit some more stuff in with them, I suppose, but I can't be bothered leaving the kitchen to look for it
I stick mine in with the cottons & do them at 75 deg C.
Should be enough to kill most things especially since it takes knocking on for 3 hours.
The neighbours are moving in.
It is Not Going Well, especially since the male section went down the pub for lunch before the moving lorries appeared.
This did not go down well with the female section who promptly fecked off to see her son elsewhere.
Tried to get the back door off to make moving stuff easier but the bottom pin is immovable so far, and I can't think of a way of shifting since there's not enough room to hit it with anything.
Naturally enough the other 3 pins just popped out.
The house is now full to bursting and some of the crap makes me look a bit askance at it.
I'm gonna need to build another shed at this rate.
Feck me I seem to have spent an entire fecking year moving stuff, now I think of it this time last year I was busily emptying the loft next door so the first builder could start on April 10th.
He was good at starting.
Finishing, not so much.
And then there was the move from Ye Olde Slough of Desponde on the hill to Ye Newe Slough of Desponde in the docks.
Feck me, I'm knackered.
I think it's time for some more ibuprofen as well.
One has just noticed that "The Equalizer" is on Forces TV tonight at 23:10.
The Proper One, one assumes, with Mr Callan as the Equalizer.
yeh, watched that last night
why are you so involved with the moving next door?
can't you just let them **** it up on their own?
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