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  1. Finally after battling with her all morning Alexa has finally found the podcast episode I want. She has tried to play me all sorts of strange things (even a religious thing at one point) and I have found myself arguing with her I’m sure she gets impatient with me as sometimes she just switches herself off and I’m sure she sulks when I keep asking her for the same thing with the words swopped round to see if she can find it, plus she keeps advising me stitcher has some disturbing content (yes I know crime podcasts which are what I listen to). Got to the stage where I am not sure if it is me (possibly my accent?) or her. I have got another echo to set up in kitchen but don’t know if I have the energy to argue with two to be honest
  2. Sorry to hear your news Jonab it never gets any easier no matter how many doggy friends we have.
  3. I took one of my boys to the vet this morning, nothing specific just seemed to have lost a bit of his “sparkle”, they are both 9 so thought best to have him checked. The vets I go to have a “walk in” from 8 until 11 so we set off at 8. He found the walk down quite interesting, would have been a lot quicker if he didn’t plant his feet and refuse to be moved until an interesting sniff had been investigated. Got to the vets only 3 other dog owners there so not too bad. Ladies behind the counter were fussed (by Kai not me!) then we went to sit down avoiding the dog with the surgical collar on. First to be made friends with was a cockerpoo pup called Jackson, who was full of energy bouncing around all over the place and the seats. Seeing him on the seats Kai decided to get up too, now he weighs 38.6kg at the moment and is not easy to move if he doesn’t want to, so stern dog owner voice was called for. Ladies behind counter said it was okay for him to be on seats but my boys do not go on furniture, if they did I would be sitting on the floor. Couple of other people came in, one with a cat who was meowing loudly which caught Kai’s interest, luckily they have a separate sitting area so he couldn’t go to investigate. Then there was a pug, Daisy, lots of “getting to know you” (always a bit worried when they greet small dogs as they can get a bit overpowering but Daisy took it all in her stride) and I am sure there was a bit of smooching! Finally got got to see vet, clean bill of health, everything fine, could just be the weather (he doesn’t like the heat), advised to get them on a joint supplement because of their age. Paid the (small for a change) bill and came home. Kai was thoroughly sniffed by his brother, told him all about his adventure, had a drink and a nap. Normal service resumed. Wolf did sulk a bit as I didn’t take him out, but he is going for a walk this afternoon to make up for Kai’s excursion.
  4. I go to Bulwell regularly, do a lot of shopping there, love the market. Always found it friendly and we regularly get chatted up in Costa, puts a spring in two ladies (of a certain age) steps. Prefer it to the town centre, just wish it had a Primark!
  5. Most of the locals do too Fly. The full name is Doncaster Sheffield Robin Hood Airport, don’t know why Sheffield had to get their nose in. Local people wanted it called Finningley Airport (after the RAF base). Those in charge said people wouldn’t know where it was if it was called that. Yorkshire is always trying to steal Robin Hood, had many animated discussions about that
  6. I don’t like them at all but would not kill one if I can avoid it (must admit I am like that with most things anyway, wasps being the occasional exception) they do consume flies after all so can’t be all bad. He hasn’t done bad out of the deal, has somewhere warm and dry to live with food as well. So hopefully we can co-exist if he obeys the rules. Didn’t know they lived for a while, perhaps I should have mentioned rent or would I have had to declare him on my council tax form as a lodger?
  7. Went to let the boys out this morning and who was sitting in the middle of the floor in my side room? Brock the beast. So he has got into my kitchen, trekked across it, luckily not turned left but gone straight on. Got the boys outside without them trying to eat him (yuk) and then went back to where he was. He reacted by turning towards me, (aren’t they supposed to run away) and there we stood for a bit. We had a discussion about this situation (he wasn’t very talkative just twitched occasionally) and have come to a compromise. He can catch all the flies that venture into that room but he is not allowed into the house. He is not allowed to go into the dog food bags that are in there and when I come into the room he must disappear into his hidey hole and not come out until I have left. He is not allowed to have friends over and will not be getting a key. If he sticks to this I will ignore him but if he doesn’t I will be chasing him again with my trusty broom (will be able to get him out the door now) and turfing him into next doors garden. He gave me a long hard stare and then (very fastly) scuttled under the tumble dryer. I bet he was laughing as he went as he has now got loads of places to hide if I have to chase him. Don’t know which is worse knowing where he is or not knowing.
  8. Spectacular lightening show last night. Think it was sheet lightening? I love thunderstorms, comes from my grandma who loved them and we would stand at her door and watch the lightening. She told me it was giants bowling in the Sky. The thunder was the ball rolling down the alley and the lightening was the ball striking the pins. I think that is why I have never been frightened of them. Mother Nature at her magnificent best. Unfortunately my two boys don’t like them so I was up with them at 2am, then fell asleep on settee and woke up again at 4am when to went back to bed.
  9. Possibly and the ET’s told us not to go back!
  10. In answer to BK, it wont be a small bonsai tree, love them but too much trouble to do. It will be about 2’ high, just a case of keep taking off new growth so it becomes a miniature tree. (Will try and get a picture when she looks a bit healthier but not promising as I have only managed to get pictures on site once despite numerous attempts following the same instructions.) Going to get an acorn from the woods we go in and try it with an oak, I just love them. I have never “gardened” before but am rapidly collecting a lot of plants and repotting etc, suppose it isn’t real gardening but am becoming obsessed. I find myself gravitating towards the plants in the supermarkets we go to. I have got a quote (ouch!) to get front and back garden paved so will just have pots in back garden. At the rate I am going it will become a full time job looking after them and repotting the ones my boys knock over whilst investigating/running around them.
  11. Thanks Brew and Fly for the information. My back garden gets sun all day as it is south facing, so have moved her into my side room off the kitchen near the french windows to see if that helps. I am going to “bonsai” her so I wont end up with a full grown tree in there! She looks good there actually.
  12. Help needed. Why are the leaves on my acer going white at the tips and then brown and crinkly. It is Still producing new leaves. Am I over or under watering it or doesn’t it like too much direct sun?
  13. We used to go to Llandudno for our holidays with my parents many years ago in the late fifties/early sixties. Isn’t there some sort of a tram that goes up the Great Orme? I can remember trekking up it quite a bit, I am fairly sure my dad met Randolph Turpin at the top once. Also went to Conway and Caernarvon (spelling?) as my dad had a thing about castles.
  14. I haven’t seen Brock The Beast for a while so decided to venture into my conservatory. Opened the door announced that I was coming in and then jumped in a bit like Jackie Chan with both hands raised and saying aaaha. Jumped round to face the door and waited. I fully expected to see him reclined on my chair, drink in one leg, fag in another, just chilling but there was nothing. Bit spooky really. Hopefully this means he has either moved out (hooray) or popped his clogs (oh no I hope I didn’t hurt him). Checked around and there are no webs or deceased flies to be seen. There is one other explanation unfortunately, perhaps he has managed to get into the house which doesn’t bear thinking about. So I have hoovered beneath everything I could and moved things I couldn’t to hoover behind them. He is probably sat somewhere safe laughing at me. I am getting quite neurotic (spelling?) about him, keep thinking I see him sauntering across the floor. Can they climb stairs, will have to google that or perhaps not, I don’t want to know. My dad always said they are more frightened of you than you are of them but somehow I don’t think Brock is that worried to be honest.
  15. Not a parent but my nan used to say “I can’t hear you I haven’t got my glasses on
  16. I don’t kill spiders unless really necessary, much prefer to catch them and let them go outside, they do more good than harm. Killing them is easy, catching is the problem. I take my hat off to you Margie you are far braver than me. Picking them up would be one of my worst nightmares
  17. A long while ago I worked for legal department that had a firm of solicitors who were Jewish. They had an office in our department. They would open out envelopes that mail had come in and use them as notepaper, it became a running joke with both him and the rest of the staff. He did say “how do you think I got all my money”. In other ways he and his son, who was a partner in the firm as well, were very generous, his staff were treated very well. Anyone who had a birthday in the department was always treated to a large bunch of flowers and a cake. Nice people who would also help out with any legal problems which they did once for me. Couldn’t fault them.
  18. I have been told to put a saucer of water in the conservatory. Apparently Brock (called him after a WWE wrestler) should go and sit in it? Dont know if this is true or not, but what am I going to do with him in it? There is no way I would pick up the saucer with him reposing in it, I just know he would run straight for me (they always seem to do that like a cat goes to someone who doesn’t like cats). He might think he has a jacuzzi and invite his mates. Could end up with a spider party house in my conservatory!
  19. As with most religions or nationalities there are good and bad mixed in. I try to take people as I find them and form my own opinion. All in all I must say I prefer my boys to a lot of people, probably a bit anti-social but as long as I have a few close friends and my close relatives that is all I need. I don’t really understand how you can tar a whole religion or race with one brush everyone is different thankfully.
  20. With great trepidation I decided to venture into my conservatory this morning, haven’t been in since my confrontation with my “beast”, it has been securely locked since then. I armed myself with my hoover and my trusty brush. Felt a bit like Clint Eastwood in the spaghetti movies when he confronts the bad guy, throwing his poncho over his shoulder so he can get to his gun or perhaps Dirty Harry might have been better with his big gun! Had a good look through the patio doors before venturing in, very carefully opening the door and put my hoover in. Waited a bit and then stepped in protected by my brush. Moved away from the patio doors where he dashed under after last time in case he jumped out and got my leg. Hit the plastic lip a few times with my brush to see if he emerged, nothing happened. Feeling a bit braver I swept under the blinds and then put hoover on. The air was electric, would he emerge in fighting mode or just skulk in his hiding place? Finished hoovering, victory I thought. I was adjusting one of the blinds when one of my boys wandered into the room unbeknown to me and touched me on the leg with his nose. After I climbed down from the ceiling I beat a hasty retreat back to the safety of my kitchen. Perhaps he has moved on having had his fun with me or perhaps he could not stand having to deal with a mad woman hitting him with a brush and screaming?
  21. To be quite honest it moves that quick we haven’t managed to have a conversation except for the odd expletives when it was clinging to the brush bristles.
  22. I am finding myself creeping down the kitchen and peering through the patio doors into the conservatory to see if my giant arachnid has emerged from his hiding place. Nothing as yet. This begs the questions is he a) digging his way into my kitchen or b) plotting his next move I have now armed myself with a bigger plastic container. The internet says if you place the container in front of the spider and approach it from the rear it will run into the container. Right - If it is sat in the middle of the floor facing the patio doors and I have to approach it from the rear that means it is in between me and my means of escape. Plus it could run straight past the container and disappear into my kitchen which means I will be living in my conservatory. Doesn’t sound like much of a plan.
  23. He is that big and built like a tank it will have to be thick card! I did notice he has a pattern (tattoo?) on his body that is how big he is. (I suppose it could be a she, aren’t the females bigger than the males, if not I definitely don’t want to have to deal with the female of this species.) He hasn’t appeared since our first round so will see what tomorrow will bring. Perhaps a good talking too will make him move out? On on a side note I was hanging my washing out and noticed I had a young toad sat next to me. Am starting to feel like I am amassing a zoo!
  24. Got up this morning and there was the Mike Tyson of spiders sitting brazenly in the middle of my conservatory (I swear he had tattoos on his face!). We eyed each other up whilst I had my breakfast. I don’t like spiders, they make my skin crawl, but I don’t kill them just catch them and put them outside, usually over the fence into my neighbours garden so they don’t come back! But this is the biggest one I have had to tackle so far, tarantula comes to mind. So I went into ninja mood, got my (quite small) spider catching kit and my brush and went into battle. Went into the conservatory and it stood its ground, thought it might be dead but no luck. Tried to catch it but off it went towards the door into the house. It could have given Usain Bolt a run for his money. Stopped it with my brush, definitely don’t want it in the house, and it disappeared in the bristles. The door out of my conservatory is a bit suspect, I could open it and shake him out of the bristles but not sure if the door will shut. Definitely don’t want to take the brush through the kitchen in case he makes a run for it. I swear I could hear it laughing. I managed to get him out of the brush and commenced chasing it round the conservatory eventually getting my plastic jar over him so he was contained I then realised I had to slide the top under the jar to put him outside meaning I would come into quite close contact with it. Went and had a cup of tea (vodka might have been more fitting) and then went back into battle. He obviously wasn’t very happy but I tried to slip the lid under jar without hurting him. Unfortunately I dithered at precisely the wrong moment and he was off like a shot and went under the lip of the doors into the kitchen. I have shut and locked the doors to the conservatory and am wondering if it might just be easier to sell the house!
  25. Having been at the grammar school in the 60’s I have had a look at the pictures with interest. Couldn’t remember what the buildings looked like but can remember the “new block” building. I can remembered the gym (I once put my hand through one of the windows when running) and the lab with the pipes for the Bunsen burners, also going up and down the staircase inbetween lessons. The smelly girls changing rooms and those awful showers where you were given 5 minutes to have a lukewarm shower and then get dressed with Miss Rattaray shouting at you to hurry up and going to the next lesson still damp! Cant say I enjoyed my time there, but have happy memories of friends, things we got away with and a few teachers that weren’t boring or disinterested. All in all I was glad to leave and get on with life!