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I was there today. I put more broad beans in and a few small rows of peas under cloches in case of frost. There's still loads to do, but I've got a better start this year. Mrs Paulclem has started off quite a lot of stuff. She wasn't well last year and so we didn't get going for ages.
As for the perfumed scarf, I've been in there too. They are talking about Monty Python which is a legit Blokes topic, so I didn't mind.
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I hope he didn't leave his front door open like that during the war...
I have been posting on the ladies thread again. I've hit them with the shed. Do you think it'll take off as a topic?
Had to walk in to work today - bad valves on my inner tubes. Not sure whether it's my pump or the rubbish tubes I buy from Halfords. I was sorely dischuffed today. I grumbled about what i was going to say to the person who served me the substandard tubes in Halfords and found myself formulating complex reasons why he was going to give me a refund and not just exchange them. After that though, it was a nice walk in. Sunny.
The mind is a rumbling landscape of virtue and non.
Welcome back Big Dante.Quote:
Originally Posted by Big Dante
I had to do a double take, did I leave my barn door open ?
whew...looks like I was secure that day.
A few more shots around Hemingway's home:
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Yes, I noticed that with some dissapointment. Allotments and associated sheds are considered sacred ground, reserved only for blokes.Quote:
Originally Posted by Paulclem
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I see Hemingway wasn't the impoverished artist scratching away on his manuscript by the light of a candle in a freezing garrett.
In these last few days I've noticed I'm only wanted - on the phone or to catch a spider or to do something that needs doing immediately - when I'm laid on the ground with my hand up a sheep. It's uncanny how often that happens.
Apparently the long range forecast my wife told me about has mentioned snow over Easter. Now we'll have to put up with all the, "That'll be the end of summer then," comments that weather reversals invariably generate. I want it to rain so my peas and broad beans come up.
I met a bloke who talked like Fred Elliot off Coronation St yesterday. Fred Elliot is famous for repeating what he says ah say repeating what he says. (See the link at around 20 seconds).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_kLz...eature=related
This bloke was waiting for the bus and we strck up conversation about the weather. I was a little surprised when he said things like
"It's been hot, ah say it's been hot" and
"The bus is coming, ah say the bus is coming".
It's like a self echolalia. Just tell me if I ever start anything like that ah say anything like that.
Well I've just learnt that what he's expressing is palilalia - repeating his own words. I've just increased my own language register, but realise that it's 9.35 on a Friday night and I'm looking up obscure names for human behaviour. I wonder if there's a word for reluctant reclusiveness...Quote:
Originally Posted by Paulclem
Where is the booze cabinet?Quote:
Originally Posted by Gilliatt Gurgle
Or maybe they never lasted long enough to require a cabinet...
Someone bought me a stopper that can go back in an opened wine bottle to keep the wine fresh overnight. I can't imagine what one is supposed to do with such a thing.Quote:
Originally Posted by Scheherazade
Stuff like that go in "the drawer"
Ha yes, or just as you've settled your weary bones down by the fire with a book following a days worth of surfing the remote.Quote:
Originally Posted by prendrelemick
There's that name again; "Fred"!Quote:
Originally Posted by Paulclem
The look on his face at about 1:16 is priceless.
Oh..and I see you're back from across the street.
Sancho is still over there with his ball.
Now they're coming over hereQuote:
Originally Posted by Scheherazade
"Yesterday's Wine" doesn't apply here...Quote:
Originally Posted by MarkBastable
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YG1qrT4gxI
Ahh, the kitchen "junk drawer" another blokey topic.Quote:
Originally Posted by prendrelemick
btw - I made an effort to get out a few nights ago to see your planets and crescent moon.
(that didn't come out right) anyhow, it was an amazing sight.
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We have "the drawer" in the kitchen. It's not my drawer, and is a real pain because whatever goes in there seems to b e lost forever unless my wife wants it.
Those imortal words: "It's in the drawer" makes me cringe as it means getting out an inordinate amount of stuff just to find that it's not there. I even have to morph my arm into a dog leg shape in order to feel down the back. I have a theory that stuff that is actually useful goes into a wormhole that inhabits "the drawer", which in itself distorts spacial reality so that all the stuff can be put in.
Oh ho, Paul - if only it was so simple.
Its all to do with lay lines, ethnic pathways, higher levels of consciousness and Quantum Entanglement. The ancients of the Far East tried to explain the phenomina through the theory of Feng shui. The Aboriginal Austrailians had their dreamtime, but it is all to do with the effect of consciousness upon the physical.
If you go to the drawer often enough, it is entirely possbile Mark's wine stopper will be in there (without ever leaving Mark's drawer, as it does not need to be in one place, but is everywhere along it's probability curve simultaneously ). Your wife is unknowingly manipulating the space time continuum (Women can do this easily) and the thing she is looking for pops into existance (or passes into our perception of existance) under her hand, when you know it was not there in that place before, as you have been rumageing about looking for it for the last half an hour. Your male logic works against you here, you Know its not there and so it isn't.
At least these "The drawer" portals are fixed and regular but there is some overspill of the affect. Socks are particularly and universally susceptible. Local to our house, the horseradish sauce pops in and out of existance from the fridge all the time.
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Originally Posted by prendrelemick
Yes you're right. I bet my wife could delve into the drawer and come out with a purring cat. I'd come up with a dead one no doubt.
I've had a good idea today for monitoring waistline expansion. Let me just define a term or two:
inny - a bellybutton that goes in
outy - a bellybutton that buges out
So today i noticed that my outy belly button - which had been transformed into an inny due to some expansion of my waistline, is now showing signs of becoming an outy again.
I thus formulated the idea of the
inny to outy waistline monitoring idea.
Basically if your outy becomes and inny, then you're getting bigger. if your outy, which has been manifesting as an inny changes to an outy, then you are losing weight. Clear?
For all those innys I recommend a small stick with notches on to check the depth.
Inspired.