I would just like to say

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Guid morn
Holiday update
Moved from Gwangalli Beach to Hyundai Beach for a few days. Weather turning crap but still around 28 Deg.
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Must be a country difference thing.
In France as soon as you buy a piece of land you have to take out two forms of public liability insurance.
One in case someone trespasses on your land and then hurts themself.
The other in case somehow you pollute someone else's land from yours. :stars: :stars: :stars: :stars: :stars:

Just as all French cars have to be insured even if they are taken off the road and, as far as I have been told, in bits being restored.

Lots of peeps die in French pools so the law is there to protect them. You either have to make it difficult for people to fall in, so a cover that can take two people's weight.
Or a fence with a locked gate.
Or, and this is the stupidest one, with a pool alarm although no one needs to be anywhere near to hear it.

Every summer we read of cases, usually kids, who wonder away from the rest of a party, fall or jump in and drown.
That just shot the trespasses here if the bears don't get them 😃😃😃
 
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I am a bit "concerned".
I am being emotionally blackmailed by "her indoors" to go and attend to her mothers garden with a hedge-trimmer.
The thing is... she has a son that goes there every sodding Sunday to dip his hand into his Mum's purse and eat a good meal and take meat home for himself to cook. So...why the FCUK isn't he doing it?

Oh, I forget, he's disabled (aka terminally lazy).

So, I need a skip on her drive and willing helpers because I aint as young as I was either. But.............

The grand-kids all espouse the mantra "we must take care of gran" but are never there to be seen when $hit gets serious.
It really boils my pi$$.

I don't like being manipulated while some scrounging fecker sits on the side-lines. /rant.
You are being a normal person don't get in a rant about it stick to your guns it seems the in thing know emotional manipulation 😕😕
 
The stuff peeps drink is betterer refined eye finks.
It is just the quantity we drink in our drinks. It is perfectly possible to get alcohol poisoning through drinking too much of the stuff you can buy in a pub or supermarket, but mostly peeps can't handle that amount and/or throw up which helps reduce total intake.
When I was a lad, still at school, a mate of mine nicked a bottle of gin off his dad and we split it between us in 15 minutes.
Crazy things you do.
Threw up like mad obvs.

Amazingly I still like gin, but I didn't ...for a bit!
 
You are being a normal person don't get in a rant about it stick to your guns it seems the in thing know emotional manipulation 😕😕
+1 ^^^^
Have to admit I learned from a very young age, via my mother who tried very hard at it, to ignore it and/or simply to front the person up and say, "Don't try manipulation, if you want something, say so and we can discuss it rationally but I am not going to do anything just because you try to blackmail me". Cos that is all manipulation is.
It is just that people don't call that spade by that name.

I found that failing to successfully blackmail/manipulate me then turned into outright bossiness, which was where wife number 1 eventually realised I wasn't going to play her games. So she left.

W #2 still occasionally tries it on, (the bossiness she got well past the manipulation after about the first ten minutes!) more so since her ops and having to take more morphine, but she is handlable.

Of course I had no kids with #1 and #2's were grown up when I met her. So staying manipulation free was a lot easier. But at the end of the day kids become master manipulators too, if you aren't careful. Even pets for God's sake!

So I probably am not the best person to advise. (Apart from over 30 years of having students and senior staff try to manipulate me and others.)

So I'll just say "Sorry mate, best of luck" and hope that rational thinking eventually hits both W and kid. ;)
 
Id like a permeant one. :)
Wonder if the kits are cheaper over here. Like swimming pools are half the price.
you can get one like this for €319
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Others are a bit more money, and as with most things, the sky is the limit.

Anyone. more or less, can build their own out of special bricks or maybe even ornery ones, plus a bit o concrete I suppose, Thinking that W's ex even managed it and he needed a map to find his own "back door". 🤣 🤣 🤣
 
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Wonder if the kits are cheaper over here. Like swimming pools are half the price.
you can get one like this for €319
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Others are a bit more money, and as with most things, the sky is the limit.

Anyone. more or less, can build their own out of special bricks or maybe even ornery ones, plus a bit o concrete I suppose, Thinking that W's ex even managed it and he needed a map to find his own "back door". 🤣 🤣 🤣
You only really need firebricks where they're in contact with the fire (and even then ordinary bricks can last fairly well). The rest of it can be made out of whatever building materials you like - brick, stone, blocks, cast it out of cement and so on. I made one in a friend's garden a few years ago out of old bricks which the previous inhabitant of the house had left lying about. I made it to fit a standard sized metal grill and fire tray which she had. Many a happy sausage was incinerated there on balmy summer evenings until she eventually moved away.

One of the factors that encouraged her to move was that she became aware that there was a rather gruesome story attached to the house. The bricks had come from an outbuilding that had been demolished, and many years previously a former owner had murdered his wife there. In an attempt to cover his tracks, he'd tried to force tablets down her throat after she was dead, to make it look like she'd taken an overdose. All this went on in the outbuilding, apparently. My friend didn't much like the idea of having a haunted barbecue.
 
Funny thing just happened.
Was in the Leclerc petrol station, filled my jerrycan and noticed the old boy in a very down-at-heel little grey hatchback, couldn't get it to start. He started a conversation with me. I told him it osunded like his batt was very low, he swore he'd had a new one fitted recently, so I said it could maybe be his starter. (The thing was clicking and throwing just the once each time.)
So I asked him to open the bonnet. I mentioned that maybe the connections were a bit loose. (I have a ton of tools in the back of the Disco.)
He fiddled about for ages but couldn't find the lever. So I did that for him, then blow me if I could get the bonnet up. The safety hook, that I totally couldn't find, held it half open. Never had that happen to me before. There must have been some trick to it but Monsieur Useless didn't get out to try and help. So, I was blocking a petrol pump, as was he, I said "I'm sorry mate I don't think I can help you." And closed the bonnet back down. He then turned the key and it started first time!!!!!!!
:stars: :stars: :stars: :stars: :stars: :stars: :stars:

I wondered if it might have been one of three things, a/ a short circuit caused by something to do with the bonnet, or
b/ my opening and closing the bonnet had acted a bit like hitting the starter with a hammer
Or c/ him letting it lie fallow while we fiddled around allowed the batt to recover sufficiently to start it.

Anyway, first time I have fixed soemone's car by half opening a bonnet and closing it again!!!!!:banana::banana::banana::banana::banana:
 
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