Maz
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That's money laundering!We studiously washed the notes, hung them out to dry...

That's money laundering!We studiously washed the notes, hung them out to dry...

Working with poo is actually quite interesting.Just be lucky Night Train isn't there after his post about how he dug up his garden just to locate a blockage in his drain!![]()
My mum too. in fact, we still have one or two towels with my name on a tag carefully stitched into one of the corners![]()
, except since I've been married 20 years it is my maiden name! It was obviously a high quality towel (or not that much used - it was a bath towel and it was about that age that I discovered bath sheets!!!), since it is still going strong after all these years.I do this regularly, but it is mostly my own hair.My drain clogs - mainly the shower - are caused by hair.
Wife and daughter and periodically the MIL (when babysitting) all have long hair and when I do need to unclog its one of the rare things that makes me gag.
I think the longest hair, soap and detritus "wig" I pulled outta the shower drain was about 24 inches long!
My dinner did its best to join it.
Must have been an original Mini.I am intrigued to know how someone managed to fit half a mini down the toilet now though.
I've used (for two weeks) and emptied a compost toilet in Finland. It really doesn't smell bad at all. I was impressed.
It was heavy, mind, so I was a bit flushed.
Obviously, of course. Why didn't I think of thatMust have been an original Mini.
They are considerably smaller then the BMW variety.![]()

The CAT in Machynlleth, right (are there any others?)?Working with poo is actually quite interesting.
I did a course at The Centre For Alternative Technology
Yep, that's the place. I did my MSc there.The CAT in Machynlleth, right (are there any others?)?
I've been to the CAT a few times - and 'been' in the CAT centre (if you get me) to use the organic toilets there. Didn't smell half as bad as I thought it would. Mind you, after I'd used it...I'm glad there was plenty of ventilation.
Yep, that's the place. I did my MSc there.
I remember the students criticising some of us for driving there for the week long courses. But come Sunday when trains were frequently cancelled they were all looking for lifts back into England!
One chap who arrived in a lorry, straight from work, took a lot of flack. He was very smug when, on the Sunday, the roads were flooded out and he was the only one able to drive home, on his own.
