Got some fox tracks the day after the rabbits. Was most pleased. Yesterday the temperature went from -2 to +9 and the snow simply disappeared as a front came through.
It was quite a front, though - a bit blowy! The snow didn't completely disappear until Sunday afternoon, and there was still some ice on little stretches of water. Today was the best lunchtime dog walk for ages: no nasty weather to contend with (I had to take off me hat and gloves after half of it) and the dog set up a pheasant, which has made his day.
The appendix to Stovold, hidden these many ages long in the CAMREC library, include the prophecies relating to the demise of the universe, in which those who may reach Mornington Crescent will be announced as the late arrivals, while all others will be put in spoon, to be knidded by ostriches throughout all eternity to the sound of the trombone. There's something about Felicity Kendal as well, but it's disputed.
still taking into account everything said here. Also, looking for contractor fraud lawyers in Louisiana. The contractor that I hire is threatening to sue me if I go public with the information of how she hasn't done the work she's been paid to do.
[KS] Sheesh... Sorry you're going through this over such a long time. is there a contract clause that states "we can do what we like and you aren't allowed to complain, same to you and no returns"? How do they deal with people giving them negative reviews on social media?
So coy, Bismarck! It's a very good time to be a fan of blue-clad Ipswich Town at the moment. And I've just stuck my cricket fixture calendars up, so am hoping for some dry weather to enable more sporting joy!
The man from The Grauniad reckoned that hard as Chelsea tried to lose the game, as usual, they nevertheless won it 4-3. They were playing Man U, after all.
[Bis] Pretty much. Like, they don't require them to have contracts and they don't require them to follow the contracts if they have them. Then lawyers don't take contractor fraud cases.
I'm technically back in my house as I am in the house, but it's not great. There's no heat, but there is air. Thankfully temps seem to be 60F and up. I certainly hope it stays that way. I can then bundle up.
I don't have hot water. I don't have a kitchen. The tiny passageway of a hall makes it so I can JUST get trhough using a rollator, not even my transport chair. This contractor is a hue jerk. I'd have much stronger words, but I'm not putting them here.
In February, when the place I was staying was shut down by the fire marshal, we had one night in another hotel and then I was literally TOLD that I was going to be at her house. She said that I would be there for one week and she wouldn't let me have my little service dog. There was only one day where she wasn't trying to break my spirit with all of her yelling at me and insults.
I was so distressed that one day, I called the police to help get me out of that situation. They didn't help. Instead, they call her and talk to her, despite my protesting. I didn't give them her information. A guy that was living in her guest house called her. She's claiming to be traumatized by that. She wasn't even at the house. I was outside waiting for the police. She's just a huge jerk. Only reasons she would be traumatized are that she already has a record and if she doesn't, she absolutely knows that she's done wrong.
This is a fairly recent nickname but then to me, of course, Harold Wilson is a fairly recent Prime Minister. I've only seen Ipswich once but they lost 10-1 to Fulham for whom everything turned to gold, including a a goal direct from a corner by the great Tosh Chamberlain. It was a filthy wet afternoon in 1963 with rain and hail. Later, Ipswich had a couple of FORRINERS, two rather good Dutch players, Thijssen and Muhren. This was quite a novelty then. In their new flashy surroundings they will need more than that, preferably access to the huge piles of loot in yet another boiling-hot backward desert shit-hole. Otherwise they'll be out of their depth and have just one season in the Moneyball League. A great shame, but that's modern sport.
Love to, but I've got to inspect a train those days and I'll no doubt be too frazzled. I was wondering if I should binge on "Life on Mars", what were you thinking about watching?
Yesterday the European Championships of football got under way, and as usual people were straight onto the statistics of rare occurrences. While it might be interesting to have the fastest goal or the youngest player record, saying that something is the third this, or only the fourth time that..., is of far less interest even for those interested in football. I'd like to propose the name of "the Grover effect" for this, after the limerick:
There once was a batsman called Grover, Who scored thirty-six runs in one over! Which had never being done By a clergyman's son On a Sunday, in August, at Dover!
(Bismarck) No, not by a clergyman's son on an August Sunday at Dover but by the great Gary Sir Garfield Sobers on an August afternoon in 1968 at Swansea, off the bowling of Malcolm Nash. Serve 'im right. Bloody South Walians.