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That's great news! He needed corking a loong time ago. Immeasurable damage he's done to young lads. My wife has come home on numerous occasions complaining about the number of weirdo little teenage pricks in her classes parroting his toxic sludge. She nips it in the bud whenever she can, but it'd be best treated at the roots.

That's exactly it, I'm more than happy for a slight drop in power for the lack of fumes.

Great looking breakfast bread. Back in the sourdough days (thanks, covid!) I often used my discard for making crumpets or pikelets. Tricky to do well in numbers for the whole family, but great for a quick solo brekkie.

Mate, take this shitty nappy with you and fu*k off back to the covid thread where you belong.

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Friends of mine back in France did that with their first kid too, toilet trained at a year. She didn't work, and could dedicate the time to it. Didn't have the time available for the second kid, so it was back to nappies, but when the time came, he was potty trained in about 2 weeks. Great to see. For the record, they are both stark raving socialists.

Calm down dear, you aren't rich. Edit "More taxation of the rich because of bad parenting, same old left bs" Anyway, I have nothing to base this on other than my own classist prejudices (but we all like to indulge in those, don't we?), but I doubt it's the Guardian-reading, Green-voting, latest-batch-of-organic-home-made-granola-eating lefties that are failing to teach their kids not to shit their own pants, I kind of get the feeling that it'd be mostly Rupert Murdoch's great unwashed army of Sun readers (and the like) who are having difficulty with that most basic of tasks. So in my mind, at least, this is a right wing problem of their own making that us pansy pinko liberal lefties are compassionate enough to give a flying *uck about because it seems the decent thing to do. Disagree? Find some facts and figures that prove me wrong, then stuff them down the back of your trousers to soak up some of the shite you seem to leak from every orifice. It's not much, but it'll help.

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I have the 86, and I love it for what it is, but I just don't do all-day big long hedges. There are moments when I wish it had just a little bit more oomph, but it's not often. It depends what kind of hedge you'd ask it to tackle, really. I really don't want to talk it down because, again, I love mine, but I can imagine an employee or a subbie being handed one on a job site and feeling... underwhelmed. As for build quality, mine is holding up fine after... 2 years now I think, good as new, but I don't exactly use it as a daily driver. But it's light, it's long, you can throw it around all day (if you have another battery on charge), and as long as the hedge hasn't actually escaped and needs burning down altogether, it does just grand.

The rule was no nappies from age 3 for the montessori my kids went to, and self-toileting officially, but I think they probably helped out when needed. The solution? I don't know, maybe stick all the failed children in toilet training education camps, round up the parents and rub their noses in it then sterilise them... Or I suppose make sure there are enough services available for new parents to ensure they are on track, and tax the rich to pay for it.

Pinkertons making waves again...

I've got the same problem. I fully intend, in the future, to grow all my own dog food, through chickens, eggs, rabbits, and vegetables. Plus roadkill, any spare bits of venison that come my way, that sort of thing. I got an interesting bit of roadkill yesterday, something in the opposite lane had struck this magnificent beast no more than 30 seconds before we rounded the corner, it was still flapping about and feathers floating around in the breeze, but by the time I'd pulled in and ran back to it, it was properly dead. Now if we had been driving the other way, back home after a couple of days camping, I'd be taking it apart carefully and we'd have it for dinner ourselves... probably in a creamy fricassee with mushrooms and white wine... but without the time or inclination on the outward-bound leg of the journey, it was destined for the dogs' dinner instead. Except... after being quickly peeled, ripped in half, and guts removed (we are on a campsite right now, I didn’t want the dogs throwing feathers and the gooey bits around, scaring the neighbours), the boys sniffed it for a bit, turned to look at me, then walked away. It's more often than not the case when I give them one of the spare chickens at home, too... it's confusing, and quite frustrating. They each get a quarter of a raw shop-bought chicken every day, which they destroy with gusto, plus an egg, and they get topped up with cereal as needed. But when I try and give them one of our home-grown birds, they turn their noses up at it until I've poached it gently with a kettle of water in one of their dinner bowls. Which doesn't really gel with my future intentions to grow all of our own dog food. So anyway, this beautiful free-range guinea fowl, which would have been absolutely freaking delicious, is now sat there ignored by two hungry dogs. I'm going to make a little fire as soon as we get home and throw the carcass onto it, and we'll see if they prefer wood fire roasted pintade fermier instead. But I'm not happy about the situation.

That's shite. I wonder if the crew made it out. I saw something recently about how many Bradleys Ukraine has been losing, but it isn't as big a deal as it could be... because the crews generally have a good level of survivability. And a decent Bradley crew is a lot harder to replace than the vehicle itself.

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Sun Tzu wrote: “Attack is the secret of defense; defense is the planning of an attack. Keep your enemy unsure and then destroy them all with a well-placed HiMARS strike.”

Bit late for this thread I guess? Well our frogspawn hatched, and many other pockets across the hillside. Hundreds of them out and about.

Apparently, according to wherever the leaks in his inner circle come from, he is indeed suffering from some kind of PTSD. I'll post a link the next time I see a relevant headline. Got to be honest here... I'm finding it really difficult to have any sympathy for the guy, and I hope it's playing merry hell with his sleep cycle.

I mean the whole package, lake and all. The log cabin would be something of an afterthought, and you could even sub it to yer man Dan. How long did it take start to finish, is it the sort of thing you could do a quote for someone? Maybe it'd never be worth your time, I don't know. But you know the sort of thing the fabulously wealthy are happy to spunk their cash away on.

Good god man, that's fantastic. Have you ever considered offering that sort of thing to the fabulously wealthy? They'd pay through the nose for it.

I think most puppaccinos (puppaccini?) are just a little paper cup of whipped cream. I've got a 6mo border collie here to experiment on though, let me see what a double espresso does to him.

Venison toastie for breakfast Didn't get any pictures of the main event, but it was pasta with red pepper and walnut sauce, seaweed butter green vegetables, salad leaves, and pan-fried venison with a quick pan scrapings and carving juices dressing of cider vinegar, damson chutney, and butter; a couple of nights ago. Most of the venison got eaten, bit there were enough shreds left over to put into a toastie with a cheese mix, red onion, and hot sauce.

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Google Maps MAPS.APP.GOO.GL The reviews are all over the place, I could waste days rummaging around. "2/5 Toilet was OK, they refused to refuel my Abrams." ‘Nice shopping centre but there wasn’t enough space in the parking lot for a tank that’s why 4 stars’ I think a lot of them will be from randomers on the Internet, but there's a lot of real content from "local guides" with pictures up too. The Internet is a wild ride, man.