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I have one of these. No sockets, but handy. https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B000BK7AOS/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_api_glt_fabc_MKY654H5NPGG3QS9R65W
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Ratchet sets, I did the research this year for a secret santa. This one ticked all the boxes
. Bahco 2058/S26 Ratchet Socket Bit... https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B000Y8TIMY?ref=ppx_pop_mob_ap_share
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Walked out to the bins this morning to find a large human turd on the pavement in front of the recycling. It must have been there a while because someone had already stepped in it. I’m no expert but the lady who does the litter pick for our managing agents confirmed its human provenance, based on her experience working in care homes.
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Bedec Barn paint, talk to me. I heard good things about it and renounced my Sadolin Superdec habit to use it to paint our building's picket fence. Bit by bit, because I am having to remove the pickets because they weren't fully painted before first assembly and the wood between pickets and rails is starting to rot and needs treatment.
It says I don't need a primer, but 20 pickets and two coats in, it looks like it does. Superdec certainly doesn't. I am regretting my urge to explore rather than exploit.
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Continuing the security chat, anyone have any recommendations on diamond mesh grilles to fit on the inside of a door with a window (to prevent the window being smashed from outside in order to get at the thumb turn inside? Banham do a custom fit but it’s obviously spendy. Other sources seem almost as expensive. It feels like the market has been stitched up.
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When I was a kid, maybe 10 years old, another kid I was kind of friends with was annoying me in assembly at school, kicking me in the back as we sat down cross-legged. Not hard kicks, just annoying. I asked him to pack it in but he didn’t and at some point I snapped and offered him out. This was a big deal, others had heard, and news of our forthcoming fight went round the school. At four o’clock a largish crowd had gathered in the park opposite the school and we both walked into a circle of kids shouting’Fight! Fight!’ He took a few swings, missed, then somehow fell backwards on his arse. I jumped on him, and pinned his arms underneath my knees. He was finished. I didn’t rain blows on him, maybe a slap or two. Eventually, he said the magic word ‘submit’, I let him get up and he walked off as the crowd jeered him. In theory I was the victor, but I felt awful. It was as if I were walking off under the shaming of the crowd and he were the one getting the slaps on the back. It still makes me sick to think of it.
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Sure it isn’t the foxes? They are at ours every week.