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Post by bixaorellana on May 23, 2018 14:47:05 GMT
Sounds like the sort of thing I'd do. Another fun trick is to lean into the hot oven and forget you're wearing a silver chain around your neck. When you stand back up, the hot silver will nicely brand your chest.
Did you hold something cold from the freezer against your hand after the mishap? That will help somewhat.
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Post by onlyMark on May 23, 2018 16:47:20 GMT
A bag of peas.
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Post by bixaorellana on May 23, 2018 16:54:55 GMT
You gave peas a chance!
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Post by cheerypeabrain on May 23, 2018 17:25:25 GMT
*** groan ***
My dear husband has a new toy. A jet washer. For some reason he's been cleaning the paving slabs in the back garden. The slabs are lovely and clean. My plants however are covered in dust and dirt from the spray. I could cheerfully strangle him atm...
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Post by mickthecactus on May 23, 2018 17:41:09 GMT
Non gardeners never consider this.
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Post by bixaorellana on May 23, 2018 17:55:41 GMT
The slabs are lovely and clean. My plants however are covered in dust and dirt from the spray. Classic! These are the same helpers who swear they'll water for you, and then are amazed on your return that you somehow know that they let your plants wilt completely before they watered them.
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Post by cheerypeabrain on May 23, 2018 18:10:00 GMT
He doesn't see why I'm so cross..I will have to follow him round with the hose washing my plants as he tries to destroy them...my alchemilla has concrete leaves....ggggrrrrr
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Post by bixaorellana on May 23, 2018 18:49:01 GMT
I will have to follow him round with the hose washing my plants Ummm ~ you're washing the wrong thing! Attach a suicide nozzle* to the hose and turn it on him so he'll know how the poor little defenseless plants feel. *
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Post by bixaorellana on May 26, 2018 14:40:12 GMT
Dealing with rose bushes -- so much more like WAR than gardening
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Post by whatagain on May 26, 2018 18:08:51 GMT
Was thinking of you Cheery, as I was using the jetwasher to help unroot a tree that I have sawn. Quite handy - it allowed me to get rid of the mud and I cold get the root out of the ground easier. Well sort of.
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Post by whatagain on Jun 28, 2018 7:08:06 GMT
'The Flight is delayed due to the late arrival of the plane'
That would be like saying ' I am late at work because I woke up Late '
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Post by bixaorellana on Jun 28, 2018 8:52:43 GMT
A pet peeve of mine is all the adults who, when walking two or three abreast, seem to think that they are Siamese twins incapable of separating in order to share the sidewalk. I should have to cede the sidewalk because they are selfish morons?
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Post by questa on Jun 28, 2018 10:42:17 GMT
I just smile sweetly, say excuse me and walk straight through on the same line I had been walking. They have to get out of my way and usually realize they were blocking the path. I don't care if they think I'm a rude bit** but walking is painful enough, changing direction actually hurts, as does stopping and starting. I give way for other people with canes, mobility scooters or zimmers as I see them as more needy of a clear run. The worst are the 3 or 4 abreast baby pushers, blocking the path like a company of Panzers.
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Post by Kimby on Jun 28, 2018 20:15:42 GMT
I wish people could get it together on a shared-use path so that EVERYONE, walkers included, keep to the right. Yes, I know walkers are instructed to walk against traffic when they walk on a road, but trails work so much better when everyone stays right, and faster traffic overtakes on the left.
And yes the stroller-pushers are the worst, and can’t quickly get out of the way when cyclists need to get around them. Plus they’re usually chattering away so may not hear a voiced warning, or even a bell.
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Post by bixaorellana on Jun 28, 2018 21:15:34 GMT
This may be an unfair characterization, but I swear, the bigger & fancier the stroller, the more smugly entitled the adult with it seems to be. The worst was in London, where two of the happily complacent mother creatures would be stopped on a sidewalk with their Volkswagen-sized offspring holders and would not budge. They'd look at the person approaching them with the same interest and fellow-feeling they'd give to a fallen leaf.
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Post by Kimby on Jun 28, 2018 22:41:55 GMT
Questa, what’s a “Zimmer”?
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Post by questa on Jun 29, 2018 0:38:27 GMT
Known in some places as a walking frame, designed by Doctor Zimmer for his orthopaedic patients. Once a light aluminium frame, modern ones have seats and baskets and wheels and weigh a ton. Let Google show you.
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Post by Kimby on Jun 29, 2018 2:13:38 GMT
I’ve only heard them called “walkers” here.
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Post by questa on Jun 29, 2018 23:24:33 GMT
Thinking about the usage of the name...I've never heard anyone actually refer to 'my zimmer frame', it is usually just 'frame' and refers to the plain aluminium one. 'Walker' is any version that has been modified. Clinical people might use Zimmer to be more specific.
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Post by kerouac2 on Jun 30, 2018 3:59:30 GMT
Putting the French name through Google Translation definitely simplifies it: déambulateur = walker
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Post by bjd on Jun 30, 2018 6:52:35 GMT
I have always heard it called a walker too. Only recently have they started making them with wheels in France.
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Post by whatagain on Jun 30, 2018 6:57:22 GMT
When one is available for everybody to use they say it is a zimmer Frei.
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Post by bjd on Jun 30, 2018 9:24:02 GMT
When one is available for everybody to use they say it is a zimmer Frei.
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Post by Kimby on Jun 30, 2018 11:53:28 GMT
From the dregs of my memory, I pull out a glimmer of recognition of “zimmer frei” from my family’s trip to Austria and Germany when I was 13. We stayed in small family run lodgings that put out a vacancy sign with those words, I think.
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Post by mossie on Jun 30, 2018 13:02:56 GMT
I vividly remember taking my wife to a shop which specialised in aids for the handicapped and elderly. At the time she was having serious mobility problemsand the dementia had really taken hold. I had seen people using these wheeled walkers and remembered howwe had had a similar thing for our youngest when he was learning to walk. When I told my wife that I thougt of getting her a walker she would have none of it, however when we got to the shop and they gave her one to try, there was absolutely no way that she would let go of it! So I had no option but to buy it, it gave her much more mobility and helped me enormously in that the wheelchairwas not used for little things plus she could get about indoors much easier. So much so that we had two, one for going out in the car and the other for home.
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Post by kerouac2 on Jun 30, 2018 13:03:26 GMT
My mother's walker had wheels, a seat, basket and brakes, and I bought it in France about 8 years ago. I don't know where it was made. She only used it when I forced her to. And I had to help her steer it, so it was useless except when I needed to roll her somewhere while she sat on it.
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Post by questa on Jul 1, 2018 0:21:04 GMT
Many retirees in my area so I get to see all sorts of 'mobility aids'. The standard 'going to the supermarket' model sounds like the one you had, Kerouac. As I live near a beach I see models with big, highly inflated wheels like inner tubes, designed for walking on sand. There are many designs of motorised buggies getting around, they have their own Road Rules to follow but are rather dangerous when they go too fast for the walking speed around them, or the wheels get caught in the tram tracks and tip over.
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Post by whatagain on Jul 5, 2018 18:42:22 GMT
Thalys Train was nearly 3 hours late yesterday. Suicide on the tracks. Bad for us for the delay worse for him/her. Worst for the family. Suicide is one of the worst - everybody feels guilty at one level of another.
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Post by bixaorellana on Jul 5, 2018 18:44:05 GMT
That's awful. Anyone on that train who was the least bit sensitive must be feeling depressed or at least very subdued right now.
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Post by mickthecactus on Jul 5, 2018 18:50:13 GMT
Thalys Train was nearly 3 hours late yesterday. Suicide on the tracks. Bad for us for the delay worse for him/her. Worst for the family. Suicide is one of the worst - everybody feels guilty at one level of another. My work colleague’s husband is a train driver and she told us some terrible stories.
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