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Bah Humbug! We got 3 wood stoves and 30 acres of forestry. So the science is settled.

I have mentioned before, how I can only deduce that Krpan paid some clever bloke to design their mandatory two handed safety system so that it is easily converted to single handed operation with a single spanner. Or this was the case when I bought one 10-12-15 year ago. I was actually impressed. Bit like the wonderful Victa two stroke lawnmowers from NZ with the faboulous Suzuki engine, which came 4 holes in the disc, but fitted with two blades only, with 2 spare blades also supplied, and a line or comment that the 2nd set of holes were spares for when the first set wore out, and not to be fitting the 2nd set of blades to the extra two holes. But it cut so much better with 4 blades, like it was origonally designed to, except the 2 "extra" blades exceeded the then newly introduced tighter noise regs in the UK market. So, hmmmmm, lemme think about that. . . Pragmatic marketing gunius that was.

I thought this was a link to sommat like; Goats, forestry and a Stihl advert thrown in. What more could a man want. Well a kid stewed in its own mothers milk might be nice.

I thought Bill Gates had been backing these SMR's? I seem to recall that Fookesheema put the kybosh on those plans for a while. Anyway, for my Clapham Omnibus perspective, they appear to be an eminently sensible solution. Cept NIMBY!

Small Modular Reactors. No vast transmission plyons needed. For heavy industry, stack them like batteries.

Unless one of those 2nd WW German guns for shooting round corners. In a word No. A convoluted flue.

Cheapskate that I am, I keep coming back to Banks Bitter, which, regardless of the price is a bitter I really enjoy. Mind you our Co. Down based Whitewater brewery do some stonking fine beers, specially their Belfast Black and Maggies Leap. P.S. This profilation of posts is not alcohol induced, I am simply bored.

And your tripe cooked chips Andy??

Melting the plastic bottle, a fine sign of an excellent vintage I always found.

Her long deceased father never did forgive us pair for pinning his prized bottle of Metaxa, I mean come-on, who knew Greek brandy could be expensive. P.S. I got a nominally £800.00-£1,000.00 ish bottle of 24 year old Bushmills malt safely tucked away. Either to wet the head of the first grandchild, or otherwise to drink at my deathbed and wake.

Sigh, I used to be able to borrow sewer rods from the Council, until I got fed up buying endless rods for others to borrow and not return, and anyway now I am retired and their is a new regime(two thicko brothers and one smart wife in admin) in place, I would not ask regardless. P.S That is the first time since 1996 the Jackdaws have blocked that oil boiler flue. So they must have been ignoring it until recent.

ERM! On further investigation, I did require to remove a Jackdaws nest from the flue! Their revenge for me blocking them from all the other flues I suppose. No draught whatsoever! Derp. Witches hat going on tomorrow. P S. The state of the art mains powered CO/CO2 detector in the boiler room never once cheeped? Improvised device to hoke and break up the nest from above(the bits then dropped down to where I could reach in and get them from the utility room), not handy, but all my own doing back in 1996, a mild steel screw tent peg was rather useful. Ducktaped on and ducktaped together!

So we noticed a gas type smell in the kitchen and utility yesterday morning. After I fixed a gas leak on the high pressure rubber hose feed to the regulator outside the utility window, the smell was back this morning. And I deduced/decided it was from the oil boiler. Now this oil boiler was properly serviced and calibrated/set up some years ago, by an honest to God oil boiler service bloke, who DID know his stuff, and was most pleasent and helpful, then basically taken for granted and forgot about🤗 So first off I got in her guts, which were black, cleaned up, replaced the rope seal to the top plate etc and replaced the jet. This is the flame I am now getting, and surely, unless the pump is goosed or at least worn and therefore not putting up the pressure. I should not require to readjust the air or owt else. P.S. I did have this boiler running on 35 sec oil years ago and was able to adjust the pump pressures without issue, now if I could just find the wee pressure gauge I bought for this purpose, hmmmm? Thoughts please🤔 VID_20230726_122845576.mp4

Yes, in hindsight I could/should have simply ordered the unit and fitted it myself, having watched "yer man" do it, there is nowt to it. Lesson learned.

Our replaced front door double glazed unit. After the original unit spontaneously "imploded". By a "reputable" local glazier, with whom I carefully checked that he could get a unit to match the high spec Argon filled "K" glass originals. I even quoted the Baskil spec to him. He has "promised" to come out and look at it. Sigh!

She is the landlord.

Either, but with functioning brain activated, and an interest in actually finding and fixing the problem. This dysfunctional fornicator that calls himself a plumber had already bent the daughter over with the central heating leak, from a simple coal fired back boiler system, again in this tiny conventional terrace house, and again he had to come back a 2nd time, because "air was getting in". Not because he failed to check or add Fernox or other such treatment. And he charged her exhorbinately. I had forgotten that episode. P.S. (i)She is trying to be independant, and (ii) does not wish to get me involved, cos I aint actually a "plumber", this because of insurance/liability reasons in a rental property. She is very particular like that, needlessly so probably.

The daughter phoned me yesterday, about another leak from the shower in her rental house. She had had a so-called "plumber" in already, who insisted in bringing in a "specialist" leakfinder. In a terrace house where the leak was showing absolutely directly below the shower. Twice. But the leak was still there. Me, a non plumber went and looked this afternoon, first a hole pure hagged in the kitchen ceiling, and the trashed plasterboard and other shite left up there on top of the nits behind the pelmet! Anyway a very very cursory look, and brief test with the shower rose found the source of the leak, between the shower tray and the trim at the bottom of the tiles, easy seen with even my fornicated poor middle aged eyesight, which leak clear Stixall then fixxed. FFS!

Most probably, but short of a good camera with a stupendous macro lens, not a mission of capturing an image. Literally just about discernable to the human eye. O.K. My middle aged shortsighted human eye.

I can only surmise they are mites=creepie crawlies as opposed to flying, but so so so microscpoic tiny. And yes, the daughter found the epicentre of the infestation in a bag of flour.

He could take a leaf out of Mr. Hitlers book and confiscate the wealth from those of the Jewish faith, or, hey! any of the rest of us that have dared to work hard , be thrifty and accrue.

Not ours, the daughters kitchen, no idea how to identify them, since they are so tiny as to be almost invisible, but the are causing the daughter serious stress, and she has already emptied cupboards and thoroughly cleaned several times. Suggestions please. P.S. She has loads of house plants, and dogs, if that is any odds. Marcus

Shades of a certain bloke called Andrew.

I always associated "cords" and "cordwood" with the US, but never thought to ponder wot ussens here in the old sod called firewood in its various forms.

And? I not unreasonably suspect the Putin would allow that scarficing a couple of loyal pilots and planes would be a price well worth paying to identify his wannabe usurpers. And as a "for instance" I know a couple of ex RUC/UDR men who calmly or bitterly relate as being used as unwitting bait for IRA ops . . .