The Retirement Thread
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Mo1959
Legendary Member
- Location
- Perthshire,Scotland
Looks peaceful. I normally love getting out early on a Sunday morning too but itās not very pleasant here again. A day of rain/showers and wind.
Mo1959
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- Location
- Perthshire,Scotland
Same here. I feel Iāve got to force myself to go out, but even if I do, itās just not as pleasant.
Good morning all.
A bright blue sky outside there and quite cool at the moment. There is a touch of frost on the grass.
The cats have been fed and have gone out, as usual Harry has come in.
All the usual things to do today, plus I'll be watching the Paris Roubaix race on the telly box.
A bright blue sky outside there and quite cool at the moment. There is a touch of frost on the grass.
The cats have been fed and have gone out, as usual Harry has come in.
All the usual things to do today, plus I'll be watching the Paris Roubaix race on the telly box.
welsh dragon
Thanks but no thanks. I think I'll pass.
Coooeee. 7 deg and raining š§.
Stay safe peeps
Stay safe peeps
PaulSB
Squire
- Location
- Chorley, Lancashire
This was my local for four years, 200 yards from our flat. A proper pub. A terraced house, first room on right was the bar, dart board and a few seats. Second on right, private. First and second on left tables and chairs. The urinals were formed by placing guttering in wet concrete and removing it before the concrete set. The leaky roof was corrugated plastic. It was magic. Wonderful.
It was here one Sunday lunchtime Mrs P turned up. We had met at a party the night before. I mentioned I would be in the Minster at lunchtime. To my utter astonishment a vision walked through the door about 1.00pm.
Anyway about three weeks ago Mrs P and I looked at some online images of the pub today. Mrs P insisted it had been "improved and altered." I said no, feeling quite devastated anyone would change this place.
Mrs P is in York. She's been for a drink. She says the place has been painted, thatās all. The toilets have been modernised. Phew! ā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļø This is a great relief.
It was here one Sunday lunchtime Mrs P turned up. We had met at a party the night before. I mentioned I would be in the Minster at lunchtime. To my utter astonishment a vision walked through the door about 1.00pm.
Anyway about three weeks ago Mrs P and I looked at some online images of the pub today. Mrs P insisted it had been "improved and altered." I said no, feeling quite devastated anyone would change this place.
Mrs P is in York. She's been for a drink. She says the place has been painted, thatās all. The toilets have been modernised. Phew! ā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļø This is a great relief.
Mo1959
Legendary Member
- Location
- Perthshire,Scotland
The rain went off so I got a few miles done.
Now half way through a big bowl of porridge with maple syrup and blueberries.
Now half way through a big bowl of porridge with maple syrup and blueberries.
Morning.
Not too bad a morning, might risk a load of washing later. Yep the excitement never ends.
One of the garage doors needs attention, the catch isn't holding and yesterday in the gale force winds I was afraid the door would slam open and get ripped off hinges.
Other than that, not sure. Maybe some weights later as did a turbo session yesterday.
Not too bad a morning, might risk a load of washing later. Yep the excitement never ends.
One of the garage doors needs attention, the catch isn't holding and yesterday in the gale force winds I was afraid the door would slam open and get ripped off hinges.
Other than that, not sure. Maybe some weights later as did a turbo session yesterday.
PaulSB
Squire
- Location
- Chorley, Lancashire
Our local villages have recently been supplied with food recycling bins. Ours came yesterday. This is a Facebook post on one of the village pages by someone I very vaguely know. STELLAR rant. Sadly CC moderates some of the language.
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ANYONE ELSE HAD ENOUGH OF THESE farkING BINS OR IS IT JUST ME??? Because honestly Iām at the point now where Iām questioning my entire existence over household waste. Years ago life was SIMPLE, you had one black bin, you put your shoot in it, it got collected, DONE. Then some council genius clearly had a breakdown over landfill and decided what we all needed in our lives was MORE BINS. Not one, not two, but a full farking rainbow of responsibility sat outside your house like some sort of plastic shrine to poor life choices. Recycling bins, garden bins, cardboard bins, probably a bin soon for your thoughts and feelings because apparently nothing can just go in one place anymore. And God forbid you put the wrong thing in the wrong bin because suddenly youāre basically a criminal and facing a fine like youāve robbed a bank instead of misplacing a yoghurt pot.
Anyway, I accepted it, I adapted, I became one of those people stood in the kitchen like a lunatic separating rubbish into categories like Iām running some sort of domestic recycling facility, and just when I thought Iād reached peak bin lifeā¦ NOW theyāve introduced a FOOD WASTE BIN. Not just a bin either, oh no, a MOTHER BIN with a BABY BIN inside it. Iām sorry but what in the actual fark is that about??? So now Iāve got this tiny baby bin in my kitchen that fills up every 2 minutes because shock horror, a family of 5 eats food, then Iāve got to take the bag outside to the mother bin like Iām completing some sort of Olympic bin relay that nobody asked for. And Iām sat here thinkingā¦ WHAT THE fark IS EVEN GOING IN MY NORMAL BIN NOW??? Because apparently food goes in one, cardboard in another, recycling somewhere else, garden waste somewhere else, so whatās left??? AIR??? MY SANITY??? THE LAST THREAD OF MY PATIENCE???
And can we just address the fact that I am essentially now providing FREE STORAGE for the council on MY OWN LAND. These ugly bastards are sat on my garden where I could have had a lovely border, some flowers, a bit of peace, but no, Iāve got a farking bin exhibition going on outside my house. I should be charging them rent at this point and if they fine me for not complying Iāll happily deduct it from the YEARS of unpaid storage fees they owe me because I never signed up to house this plastic army.
And these new bins?? Built like absolute shoot. A light breeze and theyāre off, Storm Dave comes through and theyāll be halfway down the M6, weāre going to need air traffic control just to manage rogue bins flying through the neighbourhood. Honestly a gust of a fart would send one of these airborne and some poor buggerās going to be taken out on a morning dog walk because a food waste binās decided to go on a journey. Health and safety havenāt even begun to unpack that.
Iām telling you now I am DONE. I am 40+, menopausal, and I no longer have the capacity to deal with this level of absolute nonsense in my life. When that bin turns up at my house it is going STRAIGHT BACK via the peanut of whoever delivers it with immediate effect. Enough is enough. The government can push people so far and this, THIS is my limit. Anyone else or am I about to go to war with the council on my own??? š¤
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ANYONE ELSE HAD ENOUGH OF THESE farkING BINS OR IS IT JUST ME??? Because honestly Iām at the point now where Iām questioning my entire existence over household waste. Years ago life was SIMPLE, you had one black bin, you put your shoot in it, it got collected, DONE. Then some council genius clearly had a breakdown over landfill and decided what we all needed in our lives was MORE BINS. Not one, not two, but a full farking rainbow of responsibility sat outside your house like some sort of plastic shrine to poor life choices. Recycling bins, garden bins, cardboard bins, probably a bin soon for your thoughts and feelings because apparently nothing can just go in one place anymore. And God forbid you put the wrong thing in the wrong bin because suddenly youāre basically a criminal and facing a fine like youāve robbed a bank instead of misplacing a yoghurt pot.
Anyway, I accepted it, I adapted, I became one of those people stood in the kitchen like a lunatic separating rubbish into categories like Iām running some sort of domestic recycling facility, and just when I thought Iād reached peak bin lifeā¦ NOW theyāve introduced a FOOD WASTE BIN. Not just a bin either, oh no, a MOTHER BIN with a BABY BIN inside it. Iām sorry but what in the actual fark is that about??? So now Iāve got this tiny baby bin in my kitchen that fills up every 2 minutes because shock horror, a family of 5 eats food, then Iāve got to take the bag outside to the mother bin like Iām completing some sort of Olympic bin relay that nobody asked for. And Iām sat here thinkingā¦ WHAT THE fark IS EVEN GOING IN MY NORMAL BIN NOW??? Because apparently food goes in one, cardboard in another, recycling somewhere else, garden waste somewhere else, so whatās left??? AIR??? MY SANITY??? THE LAST THREAD OF MY PATIENCE???
And can we just address the fact that I am essentially now providing FREE STORAGE for the council on MY OWN LAND. These ugly bastards are sat on my garden where I could have had a lovely border, some flowers, a bit of peace, but no, Iāve got a farking bin exhibition going on outside my house. I should be charging them rent at this point and if they fine me for not complying Iāll happily deduct it from the YEARS of unpaid storage fees they owe me because I never signed up to house this plastic army.
And these new bins?? Built like absolute shoot. A light breeze and theyāre off, Storm Dave comes through and theyāll be halfway down the M6, weāre going to need air traffic control just to manage rogue bins flying through the neighbourhood. Honestly a gust of a fart would send one of these airborne and some poor buggerās going to be taken out on a morning dog walk because a food waste binās decided to go on a journey. Health and safety havenāt even begun to unpack that.
Iām telling you now I am DONE. I am 40+, menopausal, and I no longer have the capacity to deal with this level of absolute nonsense in my life. When that bin turns up at my house it is going STRAIGHT BACK via the peanut of whoever delivers it with immediate effect. Enough is enough. The government can push people so far and this, THIS is my limit. Anyone else or am I about to go to war with the council on my own??? š¤
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