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God bless you all who get up and turn the wheels of the economy because I’m certainly not going to at this hour. I’m going to stagger round looking for where I left the cafetière until it’s safe for me to operate any kind of machinery. I need a job where I can fall out of bed onto a laptop without it really mattering what I cock up for the first hour or two.
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What trailer brand are you having this run of bad luck with?
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Sounds mint.
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What ground are you looking after btw? From what you’ve posted on here over the years, I suspect you own a castle.
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The bulb is weirdly fine.
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Vinegar followed by brake cleaner looks like it’s worked btw.
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Yeah. You're right. I'd still like to know how to dissolve it anyway. For the Mad Max future.
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That was my first thought. Then I considered the misery of trying to find the part (and it be the right part etc). That's a worse kind of fecking about to me.
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Getting a mate's Ryobi strimmer going. Fuel pickup filter bulb is well slimed up from sitting in old fuel. Have it in a jar of white vinegar atm, which I suspect is not doing much. What shall I try when I can be bothered to open the shed? Carb cleaner seems obvious choice.
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I don’t think we need a geese thread too so here are my mate’s geese coming trespassing in my chicken run. Just because. Foie gras isn’t torture. It’s justice. Aggy bastards. IMG_5681.MOV
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Nah. It just stole focus from the main point. All the forces and reserves were in the 1/236 I think. And bear in mind a load of those will be the HR and hairdressing corps. Should do the numbers again. It was at least five years ago. The takeaway will still be that the state could be snuffed out in its entirety with only a small proportion of the population working together though.
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Don’t think so. I’m late with everything.
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I’ve grazed a few peas and there’s lettuce. Onions have all fallen over. Never got round to garlic. Tomatoes and squash in the tunnel are storming though. Still not very interested in plants. I’m in it for the chicks.
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Twelve hours of 500i and 661, twelve litres of mix, picking it from the stack with a telehandler. Spot the dog. Also spot the kid who turned up with his dad as I was finishing. Gave him some mix with a bit of chain oil in to get his campfire going. Gave instructions to not lose his eyebrows. According to his dad when I got back from putting the telehandler away, he still did nearly set himself on fire. No. I’m not a parent. Yes, people occasionally entrust me with their children. Yes, I let them drive the skidsteer and shoot guns. No, I don’t get a lot of repeat business.
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This is like when I had to wait around dad’s office for him to finish something before we could go home.
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It was 236:1 last time I checked. I can subdue one two-hundred-and-thirty-sixth of a copper.
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I am going to buy a combi or at least a spout for this one. Old style MotoMix can. Wish I’d have bought more MotoMix when it came in a such a good can.
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So after all that obviously I just bought two litres of the green stuff because it says Stihl on it and is available.
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Politics isn't fantasy football. You don't have to choose the exact angle from which you'd like to be kicked in the bollocks. A perfectly viable form of politics is an absence of politics.
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Good point.
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That's a clever bit of nudging.
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Cars are generally getting bigger so maybe it's not the garages' fault. I mean it clearly is also the garages' fault but what if.
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Aye. Free him every time I check his water. Ties himself straight back up, which in fairness is preferable to him going under the telehandler. He is fortunately scared of the big yellow thing. Not remotely scared of saws though, which he investigates tip first, nose first. He tried felling a fairly senior lady with said tether the other day. Estate agent who liked dogs and was happy for me to leave him in the garden with her while I looked round inside. I'd left the long line on him in case any sheep hove into view (that'd be one way to meet the neighbours). She was talking with some other people who turned up to view. He started circling her like the scene in Star Wars where they trip up the massive walking robots. Good lad. Estate agents deserve it, old women or not. So I'm afraid he's not done anything really moronic for a while. Keep you posted. Won't be long.
