Next door's front garden is full of couch grass, thistles, tall weeds and ants. Much of which keep trying to migrate into mine.
There is a small white rose in a pot which might do if I uproot the lavender, if and when I find the motivation or energy. But I need to be careful because there's a little 2 year old next door who loves flowers and I don't want her to get prickled.
Ticth the company that used to be my internet provider back in the days when I had dial up, and which now I only use for my email. They changed my password on me! And when I called customer support, they couldn't do anything because they couldn't validate the account except by a call to the phone number associated with the account. Which no longer exists. So she gave me another number to call, but they were already closed for the day. So I have to go till tomorrow with no access to my own email!!!
A rather extreme response to bad manners I would have thought.
Mr RoS habitually gives way to drivers wanting to enter the flow of traffic. He usually comments on the response, or not, of the other driver, but doesn't go beyond a mild grumble if there is no show of appreciation.
Most people do indicate their thanks, because the experience is not that common.
TICTH drivers who don’t say thankyou when I give way to them
David and I were always surprised that Canadian drivers very rarely acknowledged if you let them past, considering that Canada is generally reckoned to be one of the politest nations on earth!
I imagine that, like thanking bus drivers (which I always do), it's just something that's either automatic or isn't.
TICTH drivers who don’t say thankyou when I give way to them
David and I were always surprised that Canadian drivers very rarely acknowledged if you let them past, considering that Canada is generally reckoned to be one of the politest nations on earth!
Possibly you just didn't see all the ones who didn't let you out mouthing "sorry"?
Insensitive company mail. When Mr. Image died several weeks ago I notified his medical insurance company to cancel his policy. Today in the mail there is a letter addressed to him, informing him that they were dropping his policy because he had failed to pay the premium, and what would be required if he wish to reinstate it. One part of me can see the humor in this mistake, but the other part of me is feeling sort of sadly annoyed to be reminded even for a minute of his death.
TICTH spiders, I come outside and find my windowsill looks like a crime scene with splashes of dried blood all over it from where the bastards have been feasting during the night. It's PVC so I've had to bleach it, not entirely effectively. I know it's spider season but I only just cleaned it a couple of days ago.
A spider emerged looking worried during this process and I evicted it into a nearby flower bed. I have no regrets. It can do what it wants in the flower bed (I could really do with an ant-eating spider), but not on my windowsill.
TICTH spiders, I come outside and find my windowsill looks like a crime scene with splashes of dried blood all over it from where the bastards have been feasting during the night.
What do the spiders in your part of the world eat that they leave dried blood behind? (And what part of the world is it?)
My understanding was that spiders drink up their prey's bodily fluids leaving just empty husks. I wouldn't think they'd leave blood around. But maybe too much information.
Calling to hell the young people who managed to disrupt the end of what had been a very nice weekend festival in our town which meant the fireworks display had to be cancelled and another event organiser has pulled out of an event for young children in the same place tomorrow because they are worried about the same thing happening to their event.
TICTH the wee nyaff* who threw an egg at my kitchen window - at least I'm assuming that's what it was as there was a loud bang, and when I went through to investigate, there was gunk flowing down the window-pane. Considering that on that side of the flat, it's at first-floor level, he/she must have thrown it with some force, but luckily not enough to actually break the window.
Now I'm going to have to find a window-cleaner (unless the Almighty steps in with some rain, but I don't really want that either, unless it happens at night when I'm not out in it).
That's what my nephew thought when I posted about it on the family Whats App group. It must have been quite some "egg" though, and there seemed to be yellow discernible in the gunk.
Are there any fragments of eggshell on the ground underneath the window? Bird mess doesn't usually arrive with a bang. It appears silently and malevolently when your back is turned.
I came into work one day to find the imprint of an owl in full flight spread-eagled (sorry but spread-owled doesn't sound the same) on the office window.
It wasn't long after that that I came in to find the window completely shattered in multiple cobweb-style cracks, so I'm guessing the owl may have had a second mishap. There was no trace of it on the ground so I'm guessing that as before, it recovered enough from the impact to fly off again. As there were no more incidents, I'm guessing the owl thought better of approaching the building after that.
I came into work one day to find the imprint of an owl in full flight spread-eagled (sorry but spread-owled doesn't sound the same) on the office window.
It wasn't long after that that I came in to find the window completely shattered in multiple cobweb-style cracks, so I'm guessing the owl may have had a second mishap. There was no trace of it on the ground so I'm guessing that as before, it recovered enough from the impact to fly off again. As there were no more incidents, I'm guessing the owl thought better of approaching the building after that.
We had a young crow get stuck after falling down the chimney into the blocked off fireplace in our old house. We opened the fireplace to let it out, unfortunately it was so distressed and confused it flew straight into a window and broke its neck.
Are there any fragments of eggshell on the ground underneath the window?
I haven't had a chance to look yet; I was out last night and by the time I got back it was getting dark. I'll maybe take a look when I get home from work. I'm never really below that window, as the entrance to the flat is on the other side, at street level.
Not so much a hell call but more of a puzzle. I have a temporary driver's license until my new one comes in the mail. I went to my bank today to deposit some cash I received from selling an item into my account. I had a printed deposit slip with my account number on it. "The teller asked for my ID. I asked, " Why do you need my ID because I am putting money into my account not taking it out" She said, "Well I do not know you." So I gave her my temporary ID issued by the Dept. of Motor Vehicles. She said, "I don't think I can accept this because it does not have your picture on it." Again I say, " But I am depositing money in the bank." At this point, I asked for the manager who told her it was alright to take my deposit. Does anyone have a clue what was going on? I would have talked more with the manager but there was a line of people behind me waiting.
I’d guess someone new to the job who’s had drummed into her head always to ask for picture ID. You presented her with an opportunity to learn how to do her job better.
I have never been asked for photo ID by my bank, or certainly not to deposit money. Money laundering checks, I suppose.
It is true that a driving license without a photo is not full evidence of ID, but glad the Manger overruled the clerk.
Never been asked for ID at the bank - but then if I'm paying in, it's usually via a machine into which I've fed my ATM card.
Plus I notice that increasingly with online purchases you have to go through this procedure whereby you get an automated call from the bank and have to type in a code from your screen. Which is all a bit juggly with cards and phones and iPads.
Yes, it is a bit awkward (I make sure I have my mobile phone switched on, and next to my PC), but I guess it makes for better security.
What are these things called banks of which you speak? The branch at which I used to have my account closed last year - in a town of nearly 40000 people! - and the branch in Our Town to which the account was transferred is too far away from any disabled-friendly parking space for me to hobble to...
Mrs Feet works at our local bank, which is astonishingly still operating, despite our population. The next nearest branch being at minimum a 7 hour and very expensive round trip has probably saved it for now.
Never been asked for ID at the bank - but then if I'm paying in, it's usually via a machine into which I've fed my ATM card.
Plus I notice that increasingly with online purchases you have to go through this procedure whereby you get an automated call from the bank and have to type in a code from your screen. Which is all a bit juggly with cards and phones and iPads.
I have an app on the phone itself which performs this role.
Mrs Feet works at our local bank, which is astonishingly still operating, despite our population. The next nearest branch being at minimum a 7 hour and very expensive round trip has probably saved it for now.
My nearest branches are now either in Birmingham or London. Do banks not realize we are doing them a favour by entrusting them with our money?
Mrs Feet works at our local bank, which is astonishingly still operating, despite our population. The next nearest branch being at minimum a 7 hour and very expensive round trip has probably saved it for now.
My nearest branches are now either in Birmingham or London. Do banks not realize we are doing them a favour by entrusting them with our money?
In fairness, for most of us we're not. Day-to-day banking is not particularly profitable. Lending you money is where the profit is, and free current accounts are there so that you go to them first when looking for a credit card, mortgage, loan, or overdraft. With price comparison sites it's not nearly as reliable for that as it once was.
Mystery solved. I looked it up. Money Laundering bank check. Our bank is most always busy with a line. I am guessing it is not closing any time soon. I may be wrong. You never know.
Plus I notice that increasingly with online purchases you have to go through this procedure whereby you get an automated call from the bank and have to type in a code from your screen. Which is all a bit juggly with cards and phones and iPads.
I have an app on the phone itself which performs this role.
Anyways, the thing I was spending money on was a new TV. The life of the set we have is apparently 7-10 years, which is feasibly the length of time we've had it. A replacement model is available for about the amount we spend on groceries in a month so wotthehell archie.
It will come next Thursday, people will connect it up and show us all the whizzy features we will probably never use, and take away the old one.
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Not native to the UK, and I somehow doubt any nursery or garden centre will stock it...
A good clump of Nettles makes a welcome haven for insects and butterflies, and a fine WINE can be made from this much-despised plant.
It might be a bit invasive, I suppose...though it could be trimmed from time to time.
There is a small white rose in a pot which might do if I uproot the lavender, if and when I find the motivation or energy. But I need to be careful because there's a little 2 year old next door who loves flowers and I don't want her to get prickled.
They were calling me! They urgently needed to tell me the power was back, power that must have gone off after I'd gone to sleep.
Mr RoS habitually gives way to drivers wanting to enter the flow of traffic. He usually comments on the response, or not, of the other driver, but doesn't go beyond a mild grumble if there is no show of appreciation.
Most people do indicate their thanks, because the experience is not that common.
David and I were always surprised that Canadian drivers very rarely acknowledged if you let them past, considering that Canada is generally reckoned to be one of the politest nations on earth!
I imagine that, like thanking bus drivers (which I always do), it's just something that's either automatic or isn't.
Possibly you just didn't see all the ones who didn't let you out mouthing "sorry"?
A spider emerged looking worried during this process and I evicted it into a nearby flower bed. I have no regrets. It can do what it wants in the flower bed (I could really do with an ant-eating spider), but not on my windowsill.
Now I'm going to have to find a window-cleaner (unless the Almighty steps in with some rain, but I don't really want that either, unless it happens at night when I'm not out in it).
* nyaff n (Scot.) - a troublesome little brat
The Mysterious Mystery of the Exploding Egg...
There are ducks, swans and seagulls on the loch though ...
Well remember when a pigeon flew into one of our window with such force that it was a bloody pigeon-shaped splat.
No eggs though, the fox brings us those, but thankfully they not airborne
It wasn't long after that that I came in to find the window completely shattered in multiple cobweb-style cracks, so I'm guessing the owl may have had a second mishap. There was no trace of it on the ground so I'm guessing that as before, it recovered enough from the impact to fly off again. As there were no more incidents, I'm guessing the owl thought better of approaching the building after that.
Perhaps they've learned how to launch their eggs as Cruise Missiles ... Very clever, especially the gulls.
We had a young crow get stuck after falling down the chimney into the blocked off fireplace in our old house. We opened the fireplace to let it out, unfortunately it was so distressed and confused it flew straight into a window and broke its neck.
Presumably it had been trying to jump over the moon, but failed.
I haven't had a chance to look yet; I was out last night and by the time I got back it was getting dark. I'll maybe take a look when I get home from work. I'm never really below that window, as the entrance to the flat is on the other side, at street level.
It is true that a driving license without a photo is not full evidence of ID, but glad the Manger overruled the clerk.
Plus I notice that increasingly with online purchases you have to go through this procedure whereby you get an automated call from the bank and have to type in a code from your screen. Which is all a bit juggly with cards and phones and iPads.
What are these things called banks of which you speak? The branch at which I used to have my account closed last year - in a town of nearly 40000 people! - and the branch in Our Town to which the account was transferred is too far away from any disabled-friendly parking space for me to hobble to...
I have an app on the phone itself which performs this role.
My nearest branches are now either in Birmingham or London. Do banks not realize we are doing them a favour by entrusting them with our money?
In fairness, for most of us we're not. Day-to-day banking is not particularly profitable. Lending you money is where the profit is, and free current accounts are there so that you go to them first when looking for a credit card, mortgage, loan, or overdraft. With price comparison sites it's not nearly as reliable for that as it once was.
Or you can use a card reader.
It will come next Thursday, people will connect it up and show us all the whizzy features we will probably never use, and take away the old one.