Reynard
Guru
- Location
- Cambridgeshire, UK
Time to feed the cats*, and then it will be time to feed me.
* I have a little fishy, to put in their little dishy...
* I have a little fishy, to put in their little dishy...
300 miles is that one journey and can I ask where have you been.Even though I've been out of the car for a couple of hours, 300 miles and a surfeit of coffee means like I feel like I'm still moving!
I hope it's not a pirahna,is that how you spell it.Time to feed the cats*, and then it will be time to feed me.
* I have a little fishy, to put in their little dishy...
I hate recorders! When we were young my sister used to have one and she drove me mad playing it (or trying to). I complained so much that she hit me over the head with it and it broke. Great, I thought, at least I'll get some peace now - but dad fixed it the same day when he came home from work. I never forgave him for that! (The fixing, not the coming home )Anything involving music. I don't think playing three blind mice (excruciatingly badly) on the recorder counts.
It was punctuated by a good number of coffee stops and walkabouts but, yes, it was one journey. I went off to Bristol the other day, then went on to Penryn, which is in Cornwall, just down the road from Falmouth. I'd originally meant to break my journey back to London by stopping in Bristol again but I couldn't find a place that wasn't stupidly expensive so I did the trip back today.300 miles is that one journey and can I ask where have you been.
I hate recorders! When we were young my sister used to have one and she drove me mad playing it (or trying to). I complained so much that she hit me over the head with it and it broke. Great, I thought, at least I'll get some peace now - but dad fixed it the same day when he came home from work. I never forgave him for that! (The fixing, not the coming home )
The devil's instrument is the recorder.
Pointed out a few pieces of local history to developers looking to build in green fields, seemed to put them off as the applications never went further.I feel sorry for you .
Greed Merchants ! We are also p****d off with all the homes being built around here. It looks like another town is being added on . The homes are being thrust upon us by County Hall . There's no real work here apart from supermarkets which seem to be popping up everywhere . The main employer basically moved out years ago . The homes are for people to move into the area and commute , not for locals .
Try ADS-B, you don't get kicked off every 15 minutes.I have become addicted to Flightradar24.
Fortunately it kicks me off every 15 minutes so there is hope for me ... LOL!
But I'm entranced watching the planes, copters, gliders, drones ... the mega-rich folk swanning about the globe, air ambulances getting busy, police patrolling motorways and autobahns, warplanes patrolling the borders, Hawks chasing each other over Morecambe Bay, the sudden 'disappearance' of Typhoons and F-15s ...
Back for another 15 minutes!
Manufacturer and model?Bugger, that didn't go to plan...
Mower started first time, so filled up with fuel and off I went. Did all the bits around the house, then went out to do some stuff further out. The steering starts to feel sloppy and then suddenly, the steering wheel turns, but the front wheels don't. Whoops.
Classic catastrophic fatigue failure of the steering linkage around a stress raiser. Would be a perfect picture for a Strength of Materials textbook...
Fortunately managed to use the car to tow the mower out of the garden and then shove it back in the garage. The steering is repairable, it's just a matter of swapping out the broken part. The only thing I'm not sure is whether it bolts in or whether it's welded in. The former is straightforward, the latter less so, because even though I can weld (MIG) well enough, I don't have the kit.
Anyways, sat here with a nice and a flat pack easter egg.