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I'd say that's isolated.
I've probably done 30 orders from Bricklink and never had an issue. That said they did have a massive problem with hacked accounts and I'm not certain that has been properly resolved .

I was on the sofa two hours after doing 5k park run, with thighs feeling like concrete and a hot water bottle between them. I used the excuse that I’m a cyclist not a runner but, frankly, that rather weak cop-out did nothing to make me feel less old, worn out and inadequate.

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Look on the bright side. It didn’t ignite.

I just looked for a picture of Jesus reading the New Testament but can’t find one.

Have a great time whatever that may be.
Oh, and keep away from those horrible Brussel sprout things.
Nasty dangerous little blighters.

In supermarkets I always keep a respectable distance from the person being served. Certainly no closer than the end of the conveyer. I bloody hate it when people don’t do the same for me. I’ve had other customers so close when I’m just about to pay I’ve almost asked them if we are going halves on the bill and others that practically push you out the way when I’ve taken 2 seconds to put my card and receipt in my wallet.

Brilliant.

Visit Falmouth, where the kind, considerate council provide a bench half way along the main retail street for weary shoppers.

Not elf on a shelf, but it is

This.
I know that whatever measures follow they will result in scratches or marks.

It’s just symbolic of the useless assembly of possessions that will be accrued at Christmas.
Obvious, innit.

.....and cheese

Jim and his dork on a slab of cork

I’m an independent bike mechanic so do my best to keep up with tech.

Parktool and the internet contributors that push it in our faces every time I view YouTube.
Only ever bought one of their offerings. It destroyed itself and they ignored my requests to replace it.

Crusty old farts boring everyone to death?

Horsehair seat stuffing. Damn they were comfortable and as a kid I swear you could have trampolined from seat to seat from one end of the carriage to another.
Total reversal of fortune now as get on a train to the west and it’s five hours of park bench’esque comfort.

Twelve years of ageing has done that.

Plop and thud.
So very onomatopoeic.

Congratulations.
I’ve not considered that direction with my designs yet. Might look into it.

Seems to me that the industry needs tighter controls. Specifically a property inflation cap. It is in the interest of agents and their clients to get as much money from the property they are selling as is poss. At a time of low interest rates we see property prices rising day-on-day as each new client looking for the ‘best’ agent is tempted with a bit more bricks n mortar value than they were expecting. Open-house selling just feeds this inflation as every potential buyer feels they have to up their game a bit to out-do the other bids.
When the interest rates rise owners are stuck with mortgage payments they didn’t predict and can’t sustain and buyers have less loan capacity for purchases. All because of greedy agents feeding aspirational home owners onto the property market (life financial millstone) rollercoaster.

My heart aches
For 6 legs
Tears fall on two feet.

I’ve really enjoyed Blue Eyed Samurai on Netflix.

I have every reason to hate the local council at the moment. Me and my neighbours lost a fight against a local developer who have decided to site new houses on land behind our properties with no notification whatsoever that the 3m high evergreen hedge would be lost and the land would be raised by 2m.
Today I got a parking ticket in a local town. The restriction sign wasn’t raised like they normally are. It was ankle level and almost entirely obscured by a large planter. Photo evidence on the endorsement shows it visible from my car but only if I craned my neck and there were no pedestrians around at the time. I’ve contested it on the grounds that there was no reason why a visible-from-anywhere pole with sign wasn’t sited next to the kerb.