If we want somewhere warm without going too far South then maybe Sevastopol would be an option? Perhaps our insanity might react with that in situ to bring about sanity.

Do you intend breeding with the locals?

sounds reasonable ES. Sevastopol it is then. I'll go look it up on the map thingy. Hmmm. put in (or is that Putin), Vladimir went there too!
However if we are all on our best behaviour we might make it back out of there again. may even leave a bit of a mess to get them thinking.

I was thinking more of arithmetical multiplication than the biological kind. We are too numerous not too numerate.

never was good at arithmetic it all just did'nt add up to me.

I always wondered why we had to learn Algebra, I never had any intention of going there or even speaking the language. Another thing where the hell is Logarithm? somewhere near Siberia I expect.

Nowhere near Mundrabilla unless Loongana is in someway related.

Logarithm is something one has....man (especially if one's family has dipped into the bituminous rock barrel).

Its the far side of Nurina, on the Up Line.

Surely the far side of grumbling is more akin to apoplexy and certainly not in need of uppers.

Well done ES.
You are learning.
Would you like the position of stationmaster there? :wave:

No. Its heavy going there, I'll look for an easier job probably in Port Headland.

and BODMAS...always thought that was a darn great field in Devon.

Hi BB and China's, good to be safely back on board. Went for a wee dander through various threads and ended up in an argy-bargy and got a right handbagging. Of to my stateroom for an hour or two of GB-News and a few Z's, see youse at happy hour.

Oh hello ES. thought everyone had abandoned ship and left me behind. You go enjoy your nap mate. Tmacs got the 4 til 8 so no worries.

Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground
You in mid-air
Send in the clowns.

Yes I've been promoted to Clown, second class. But I'm working on it.

Disappointing!
I was led understand that you were already first class.
Dunno who told me though.

No, he is just being an opportunist. He's just found a pair of oversized crocodiled engine-room boots to go with his falley-to-bits Noddycar.

(But if he slings just one bucket of custard over me he'll be dangling off the end of any one of my collection of Meggers between smokoes).

T'was on the good ship Dreamer
dwelt an injun room schemer
he had such devious plans afoot
about how he could obtain bags of loot
Alas for him and his devious plan
the Chief he was a clever man
the schemers plans they came to naught
as by the goolies he was caught
and now he schemes and plans no more
he's locked behind the injun room door
a sad tale of woe he does relate
about how his danglers got in such a state
times are hard and things get very rough
when you try to fool an injuneer from Harland and Bluff.

Tank yew I'm here all week

Ah Tmax, are you still living in Drumlister?

Nah moved to Bucknah years ago. Ahoghill got to crowed for me,

Moved from Drumlister? I heard the neighbours HAD you moved due to the noise you were making with your Lambeg Tom.

Lambeg Tom? I can hear the ears of the Ballabrooie Bicycle, a wanton slut of a pussycat, prick. Work'us beat him to it and her two surviving kittens were both conceived and born within a metre of my bedhead. Mind you, the effort proved too much for him eventually, dropped dead from congestive heart disease (almost in my arms but, anyway, with a gentlemanly consideration for others).

Speaking of Kittens, a strange cat came and gave birth to 4 of them. the Mother cat comes back to feed them regular and sods off again.

Ballabrooie sounds like a housing estate, perhaps a sink estate. We hope you don't live in it or adjacent to it.

When I saw the poem I hoped Barrie Youde had returned from exile but half way throu I realised it wasn't him. Barrie is a wordsmith you're only a blacksmith.

Not a sink estate at all but, indeed, very adjacent. More so than is McDonalds, a stink estate.

(Semidetached, gardens front and back, more than a garage or two, genteel in all but gating. Originally with Crittall windows - they, however, have been allowed to change them out so only one poor bugger still has them. Like mine, taped and stoppered up. I am not allowed to).

Crittall windows, are you familiar with them? Oh yes, we speak of little else in East Antrim.

There speaks a man who knows not the never draughtless pile. I have a French window the gap around which would have given Monty just as much trouble in its closing as that around Falaise.

That art deco failed to arrive in rebel held Hibernia before 1939, never to attempt the journey again, is the one feature of that heathen land that has some attraction.

Its the old conundrum V, the old conundrum; does one prefer a silver salt cellar that doesn't work to a plastic one that does.
Have you considered a roll of grade 2 listed winter duct tape?

As one who seldom adds salt to his food I ask how much I could expect to get for a second hand plastic salt cellar as against a silver 'salt' (one needs a glass lining for a silver 'salt' else the corrosion soon takes over).

I might try the duct tape. I don't think I need the jealous little conservation gnome's permission for that.

I always found stuffing a load of rolled up newspaper into the crack very effective in such situations however it must be stated not every lady will enjoy the experience. :paper:

For a more durable repair I suggest Chockfast (red) mixed with fibreglass resin and liberal application of sheep sh1t and watergrass is quite efficacious. :thumb:

I think that Mr V may be planning to open the doors again in more clement weather.
Sealing down to NBC citadel status may not be desirable.
Gaffer tape or even sellotape is good for the job but does tend to leave an adhesive residue - from experience.

We, here in Oz, have some spray stuff call 'OOMPH' specially to remove adhesive residues.

Bottle recipe says 'Hydrocarbons 414g/L, Diethylene glycol butyl ethyl 166g/L' for the chemists out there.

Works well!

ML has put his finger on another feature of Crittall. Indeed I would have liked to use this 'draught includer' to offer access to the garden for the taking of pre- and post prandial refreshments. However some form of metal warp has occurred and it neither opens nor properly closes. At least that makes it burglar proof (unless for particularly skinny miscreants).

(Sounds delicious YM, what is normally taken with it?)

So access to the croquet pitch is now problematic.

No. I have more than one door and none of the others are Crittall.

(Lawn, philistine, lawn. Pitch is for caulking).

In my world more than one door means two.

We agree as to what makes a set however there may be many members of a set.

Including the French window I have three external ones downstairs but three more of the Crittall bastards up. I suppose one might consider it a set of three sets: Crittal; external; internal. Or maybe even seven if we have the bog doors, fridge doors and cupboard doors in ones of their own.

Like everything else that I post David - 'with a pinch of salt'! :pint: