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B & Q Gift Cards!

I offered to help financially, with the Facebook group set up to look after the churchyard where my grandmother is buried. They have not got a bank account and probably cannot be fagged to go through all the rig-moral that banks demand, but they like B & Q gift cards, coz that's where they can buy all their stuff from, and you can eCard it, that just make things easier for me. I do easy!

Now for some more miles on the KTM!
 
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Mr Idiot here. I've read the manual and the button says "Max AC" but it is on all the time that it is switched on. I am just useless at small print!

I tried to re-pair my KTM and it won't play. I think that you have to have the app on the phone and I binned it. On second glance, I think that it will work better than I thought for navigation, but at the moment it is in a massive sulk coz I don't know my VIN, by heart. So, screw it! When I lose the will to live, I will look it up if it is on the registration document.
 
I think, but don't know.

That's all I have:whistle:

No, no, no. The manual covers two systems and in one you set the temperature to what you want and the car sorts itself out. On my system, you just have a knob to twiddle within a range between hot and cold. So mine has a/c whereas the one where you just set the actual temperature that you want, is climate control. I fink.

Not that I give a sh . . . .

Did more unnecessary miles on the KTM. I really do like it and I reckon that it is ideal for me. Still can't sort out the pairing, but I don't give a shit about it. You have to be a weirdo obsessed with VINs to progress! In my lifetime, I must of had over thirty vehicles, and I am not a serial vehicle changer, as some are. Never once have I needed to know my VIN, or given a shit about it, but the new way seems to be going VIN City!
 
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I’ve googled it, it’s a ‘Trans’ thing, when a gentleman who wants to be recognised as a laydee has something resembling a lady garden (fuff) constructed.
TIL that too.
The use of the term "bonus hole" as applied to a genuine vagina is a cynical attempt by the trans movement to devalue the very existence of the vagina as a human female structure. If *anyone* can have a "bonus hole", that's another way of erasing real women and replacing the very concept of womanhood with some Marxist word-salad mess.

This is what Marxists do - they deprive you of your language, your ability to communicate in a meaningful fashion. "Language" is mutated into a mere tool for promoting Marxism through code words.

I *didn't* learn that today.
 
Today I learnt when standing in a cafe queue for a fry up, that it's okay to stand with your dad, for him to fart loudly and let it keep burbling/trumping for a further 5 seconds, as long as you are almost deaf, according to my dad.

I also learn't that the people standing around you may disagree
 
TIL In 1942, Bell Aircraft secretly built America's first jet, the P-59 Aira-comet.

Up until this point, a propeller was as important to a plane as tyres were to a car.

To keep this new project top secret, the P-59 was fitted with a fake propeller that it wore everywhere but in the air.

One of the test pilots for the P-59 was a man named Jack Woolams. Jack didn't care one bit about this secrecy and made a hobby out of flying his jet as close to other planes as possible. To make these sightings even more special, he would dress up for the occasion.

When pilots would go to the Air Force psychologist saying that they had seen a “loud, fast propeller-less plane piloted by a gorilla in a derby hat, waving a cigar” the psychologists would tell them, “That is impossible! How can a plane fly without a propeller?”

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“I know that I have less to live than I have lived.
I feel like a child who was given a box of chocolates. He enjoys eating it, and when he sees that there is not much left, he starts to eat them with a special taste.
I have no time for endless lectures on public laws - nothing will change. And there is no desire to argue with fools who do not act according to their age. And there's no time to battle the gray. I don't attend meetings where egos are inflated and I can't stand manipulators.
I am disturbed by envious people who try to vilify the most capable to grab their positions, talents and achievements.
I have too little time to discuss headlines - my soul is in a hurry.
Too few candies left in the box.
I'm interested in human people. People who laugh at their mistakes are those who are successful, who understand their calling and don't hide from responsibility. Who defends human dignity and wants to be on the side of truth, justice, righteousness. This is what living is for.
I want to surround myself with people who know how to touch the hearts of others. Who, through the blows of fate, was able to rise and maintain the softness of the soul.
Yes, I hustle, I hustle to live with the intensity that only maturity can give. I'll eat all the candy I have left - they'll taste better than the ones I already ate.
My goal is to reach the end in harmony with myself, my loved ones and my conscience.
I thought I had two lives, but it turned out to be only one, and it needs to be lived with dignity.”
 
“I know that I have less to live than I have lived.
I feel like a child who was given a box of chocolates. He enjoys eating it, and when he sees that there is not much left, he starts to eat them with a special taste.
I have no time for endless lectures on public laws - nothing will change. And there is no desire to argue with fools who do not act according to their age. And there's no time to battle the gray. I don't attend meetings where egos are inflated and I can't stand manipulators.
I am disturbed by envious people who try to vilify the most capable to grab their positions, talents and achievements.
I have too little time to discuss headlines - my soul is in a hurry.
Too few candies left in the box.
I'm interested in human people. People who laugh at their mistakes are those who are successful, who understand their calling and don't hide from responsibility. Who defends human dignity and wants to be on the side of truth, justice, righteousness. This is what living is for.
I want to surround myself with people who know how to touch the hearts of others. Who, through the blows of fate, was able to rise and maintain the softness of the soul.
Yes, I hustle, I hustle to live with the intensity that only maturity can give. I'll eat all the candy I have left - they'll taste better than the ones I already ate.
My goal is to reach the end in harmony with myself, my loved ones and my conscience.
I thought I had two lives, but it turned out to be only one, and it needs to be lived with dignity.”

I like a pint too
 
It is the arsenic component that tastes of almonds.
I thought I’d had what we used to call “…a bit of a buzz…”

I think it’s called ‘microdosing’, it could be the way forward, dealing with the slightly altered reality with a similar shift in the same direction, it’s just a case of finding the right stimuli, I’ll start with 0.2mg of whatever BerryL has been prescribed.
 
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