Doug Tait

I think the point being made is you are seeking a Self Employed worker but the advert reads very much like an employed role. You can establish what HMRC consider the position to be in a few minutes, anonymously, using their "Employment Calculator for Tax Purposes" https://www.tax.service.gov.uk/check-employment-status-for-tax/disclaimer

Like that but my dog enjoyed it more

We'll soon knock that habit out of him, a reasonably high stump is a must to put the tray of refreshments on, it's on the RA to mitigate risk of back injury while taking another slice of Victoria sponge!

No, follow your heart mate. Don't let Logan destroy the dream, go to the woods and find out for yourself, in a few months when you come back to be a tree surgeon there'll still be plenty cake and adulation for you but you'll appreciate it more! We were thinking of a rec climb next weekend if you're free, I'll let you know.

Funnily enough JDon, we were in softwood windblow on Friday pulling out selected stuff to mill for the new shed at the yard. If you'd been out with us you'd have heard Logan muttering all the reasons he's glad to be out of the woods now! Remember there'll be no tea and cake in the Vicar's garden, no customer bringing you award winning pies from the butcher in Selkirk, no soup and rolls while working at Hotels, no tips from the big posh houses in the countryside, no ladies taking vids of your awesomeness for insta...

Even more ridiculous is that some of the US politicians are suggesting now is the time to arm and train teachers to defend their own schools.

There was a guy travelled to Northumberland to buy a renowned sheepdog from a farmer, paid an eye-watering sum due to the dogs reputation, but when he worked it could never get it to stop and lie down. When he took it back to complain the farmer couldn't understand the problem so asked him to demonstrate. "That'll do, that'll do" he shouted, "lie down!", but no response. The farmer chuckled, "coil up ye bugger" he said and the dog went down instantly.

I'd like to see you calling it back on the morning walk!

Could be worse, having studied the arrangement of the subjects it's apparent she still has a pot to pee in!

Smoke and Dusk are great names for them. My Uncle had good working sheepdogs called Mist, Murk and Sleet. Murk was a champion trial dog, as a teenager I got the pick of her litter for my first sheepdog.

That black and grey 562 looks v nice.

A chap called Paddy did similar... The Sicknote. Dear Sir, I write this note to you to tell you of me plight And at the time of writing, I am not a pretty sight; Me body is all black and blue, me face a deathly gray And I write this note to say why Paddy's not at work today While working on the fourteenth floor some bricks I had to clear; Now, to throw them down from such a height was not a good idea The foreman wasn't very pleased, he being an awkward sod He said I'd have to cart them down the ladders in me hod Now, clearing all these bricks by hand it was so very slow So I hoisted up a barrel and secured the rope below But in me haste to do the job I was to blind to see That a barrelful of building bricks was heavier than me So when I untied the rope the barrel fell like lead And clinging tightly to the rope I started up instead Well, I shot up like a rocket till to my dismay I found That halfway up I met the bloody barrel coming down. Well, the barrel broke me shoulder as to the ground it sped. And when I reached the top I banged the pully with me head Well, I clung on tight through numbed shock from this almighty blow And the barrel spilled out half the bricks fourteen floors below Now, when these bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floor I then outweighed the barrel and so started down once more; Still clinging tightly to the rope, I sped towards the ground And I landed on the broken bricks that were all scattered round Well, I lay there groaning on the ground, I thought I'd passed the worst When the barrel hit the pully-wheel and then the bottom burst Well, a shower of bricks rained down on me, I hadn't got a hope As I lay there moaning on the ground, I let go of the bloody rope The barrel than being heavier, it started down once more And landed right across me, as I lay upon the floor Well, it broke three ribs and my left arm and I can only say That I hope you'll understand why Paddy's not a work today.

The poor hungry kitten is just waiting to finish you off, they hold a grudge well!

Wasn't sure where to put this but if anyone's interested Tractor World looks good on Friday, channel 5 at 9pm. Tractor World: Big, Bigger Biggest https://g.co/kgs/TsXgtH

The fence is the guide rail. The bit of metal that you hold the wood against to guide it through the blade (really tempted to call the blade a chain for some reason!). When you adjust the fence, try measuring the distance between the front and back of the blade and the fence to get the fence parallel with the blade, as opposed to using the measurements on the saw table. Check the measurements are correct again after tightening. I've found with cheaper tables, when you tighten the clamps that hold the fence in position it can easily rock or move a mm to the side and then you're cutting at an angle.

Very nice. Is no.3 a natural stump? It's doing a good impression of a bird carving.

Incompetent during covid?

The other half was very fond of the Daschund she had back in Germany, one track mind for hunting she said. Called it Hexa, meaning the little witch.

There used to be a German fighter pilot called Walter that lived near us. He'd been shot down and ditched on a sandbank off the coast, he thought near Holy Island. Was picked up by a fishing boat and went to POW camp. After release he got work on a farm, married a local lass and was much liked in the community. Always said Scotland was more home to him than anywhere else. Shame he suffered a stroke and lost the ability to speak English. He ended up a cantankerous, angry man that communicated only by shouting aggressively in German, found him fairly intimidating after that.

Reminds me of day one out of school as an apprentice tyre and exhaust fitter. They sent me to the motor factor down the road to pick up a long stand for the gas cutter. I was there patiently waiting for an age before the guys at the factor explained.

Interesting, hadn't thought of the allergy aspect at all. On a different subject, thanks for the protos helmet recommendation, it's hands down a different league from any I've had previously.

The sheepadoodle Stubby, maybe its purpose is to advertise dulux water colours!

Dalmatians are prone to sight problems aren't they? Large breeds like Doberman and GS suffer hip dysplasia amongst other things, and the small breeds have breathing issues... The more human intervention in breeding, the more health problems suffered.

I've often thought nowadays it's driven by fashion, can't see a reason for these mixes other than to be different. As far as I'm aware no-one is buying them for a working purpose. As is the way with the world, be it phones or cars or clothes etc. Always has to be something "new". I'm quite fond of an old fashioned mongrel though, always found them to be more balanced and have fewer health issues associated with the breeds.

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