MrsDoyle @ MrsDoyle @lemmy.world

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I go with "no wuckin furries".

I was going to suggest proper orthotics as well. Mine were expensive but have served me well for years. I move them into whatever shoes or boots I'm wearing. They don't work with sandals sadly.

Thanks, brilliant list and I love the summaries. I'm taking a few recommendations because it seems we have similar tastes.

Sister Wendy. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=QBv0HezlOBw

Lovely weather just about everywhere except my home town lol.

No speed limit? Errr no mate, NZ definitely does have speed limits. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Speed_limits_in_New_Zealand

"You can love the company as much as you like, but the company will never love you back." - My dad.

Is he the one that landed that B52 on the moon?

"In no other mammal is everything so entirely subordinated to the organs of voice." That is just hilarious. Imagine if Dracula transformed into this fellow. "HONK HONK HONK!"

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=GL4aNctAuqM

One time I was walking through a city centre after midnight after drinks with friends - who told me to get a taxi because it's so dangerous. I got to a pedestrianised street and there at the orher end was a group of tough-looking POC in hoodies. Uh oh. There seemed to be an argument in progress. Uh oh. I carried on though, to avoid a long detour. As I got nearer I caught the drift of the argument. "We're only telling you this because we love you, mate." Muffled sobbing. "Yeah, we worry about you! We want you to be happy!" It was teens in the midst of a full-on psychodrama, actually quite wholesome. I carried on home, berating myself for racial profiling. For a non-event it had quite a profound effect on my thinking.

I stayed in a high-rise flat once where the lift was regularly used as a urinal. Climbing the stairs was much preferable to riding up in a stinking box.

I had a rescue greyhound, an ex-racer, and how I leash-trained him was to transform the leash into a brake. When he pulled on the leash, I stopped. When he stopped pulling, we carried on. At first we stopped every few paces, it was agonising. But eventually (he was not very bright) the penny dropped and he realised he was controlling the brake. All he had to do was walk at a steady pace without pulling and we would get to the park quicker. It was funny seeing him try to hurry me along by exerting the most exquisitely tiny bit of pressure on the lead.

I do beekeeping with an educational project and my bugbear is hygiene. Bad habits had set in before I joined the group - not cleaning hive tools or beesuits, not properly cleaning and storing feeding and honey extraction kit, it was all pretty filthy and gross. They tease me for being a martinet, but we sell the honey FFS! And the bees themselves deserve protection from people casually risking the spread of disease.

I visited Egypt a few years back and it was like that. It made for a nice visit, because none of the temples, tombs etc were overcrowded, though that meant the souvenir sellers were desperate. Cairo Museum was almost empty. Our tour guide there said was going to give up and start a restaurant with some friends. She spoke several European languages and was learning Mandarin, but was struggling to make a living. She hated the Islamist revolutionaries for damaging the tourism industry.

A view of the Arab Spring: https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-middle-east-56000950

That looks like an illustration from a 1950s cookbook. Mystery meat, shredded stuff, crinkle-cut discs, quartered boiled eggs, all in Kodachrome. Yummy! (I would eat it.)

Ha ha yes, he was experimenting. I did wonder how he got on. Bright blue sheets I fear.

My brother was sleepy all the time. It came to a head when he fell asleep at the wheel. Luckily the car drifted off the road onto a grass verge and no-one was hurt. Turned out he had sleep apnea - his breathing stopped time and again through the night, waking him. He never ever had a good deep sleep. He now has a CPAP machine that keeps his airways open while he sleeps. He says he's a new man.

The kind that clip under the rim and turn the water blue. Some kinds you put in the cistern. https://i5.walmartimages.com/asr/4e1b697a-ca2d-4243-96fd-b7ce27bdcabd_1.20c57db567797b6b4993bfb863b44d06.jpeg?odnHeight=180&odnWidth=180&odnBg=ffffff

Well that unlocked a memory. I was on a road trip around California and stopped off in a small town to do my laundry. An elderly gent was already in the laundromat and the washing machine window showed bright, bright blue. He said he recalled that his late wife used to use blueing tablets to get the sheets etc white. "I couldn't find any at the store, but these toilet cleaning tablets are blue, so figured I'd try them."

This is what my late mother used: https://www.retonthenet.co.uk/vintage-washing-laundry-reckitts-bag-blue-reckitt--coleman-hull-dolly-bag-1960s-nos-dolly-blue-5487-p.asp

My induction hob has much finer heat control than my old gas stove - I especially love the low-low temp simmer. And the fact that I never come down in the morning and wonder why the kitchen is warm, before discovering that a back burner has been left on overnight.