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I met a lot of racists there, and my mates dad had his mobility scooter stolen from his front porch. Only small incidents I know, but enough to put us off when we were considering leaving London.

Would second Ed's suggestion for that part of the world. Also, a friend's parents retired to St Neots (personally I hate that place).

pastel T-shirt
DJ unbuttoned with sleeves rolled / pushed up
Any (baggy / pleated?) trousers / jeans.
whatever footwear - plimsoles / espadrilles / trainers - just not brogues.

I did all this myself and never paid anyone. The reading to get up to speed was a bit formidable, and the fear that I might land up in jail for doing something wrong was fairly high at first, but after I got the hang of it it was fairly simple. You can buy a book of share certificates - just keep track of who gets which, and which ones are cancelled. The tax office seemed to change their requirements every two or three years, but if you send it all in early, and it's wrong, they'll just send it back with a note, and you change it.

Plenty of people will do it for you, and charge you big money for it.

Your laptop has no way of directly connecting to the printer? You can’t run another ethernet cable from the router to the printer?

Since we are telling statin stories…

I’m a prime candidate for them, fair enough, but I started sleep walking, going to my bookcase in the living room, pulling out a random book and eating the front page! We only found out when we started finding ruined books.

So I don’t take them now. I’m trying to do more risky activities to compensate.

Hard for her when it’s that young.

Yep, I’m high risk, so I have a scan every two years now, and lots of meds to keep the blood pressure down.

Horrible news, amazing how someone most of us have never met had such a positive impact on our lives. She will leave a large hole in this forum. Condolences to her family and friends.

I always assumed you had to be able to speak Spanish to live and work in spain. I found out I was wrong 20 years too late haha.

Los montañas - ¡q xulo!

...but that's all the text speak I know.

This: I'm the same age now my mother was when she had her heart attack, approximately the age my grandfather died of a pulmonary aorta, and not far from the age my dad had the same.

My "to-do list" is in danger of morphing into my bucket list.

even more respect - I thought your partner must have been Catalan, why else would you move there and learn the language?

The whole Valencian / Catalan / Castellano / Español thing is fascinating to me. We live in a Valencian stronghold, but didn't realise this when we moved here - friends, neighbours, their young kids, all speak valencian as a first language. A lot of people are happy for it to be a dialect of Catalan, others will argue vehemently that it's the opposite way around. Some of our older "veins" barely speak castellano. And god forbid you call it Español!!

Impressed that you learned Catalan first. If I had fully appreciated how many people speak Valencian, here where I live, I would have learned that first, instead of castellano.

I love those spyderco knives. Absolutely everything you need and nothing more.

swiss army knife (SAK)
Higonokami

Thank you.

Ask your pharmacist. They love that type of stuff.

Yes. I say the exact same words to my partner about decorating.

I've only got three knives. When I put the guide on my nakiri, i get a long thin angle. When I put the guide on my 10" "normal" knife, I get a wider angle, suitable for the things I use it for. And my 3" small knife has whatever angle I want it to - I'm happy doing that by hand.

The daily mail comments section is going mad about it, plenty of people enjoyed the cultural tourism of watching men in bloodstained overalls have a pint at 7.30 am.
I bet they’ve all been buying their meat from supermarkets for the past 30 years so they can all fuck off.

I’ve got one, it’s the only way I can maintain a constant angle on my edges. I’m not prepared to put the hours in to learn to do it by feel alone.

I did not know anything about Henry and Nazis. I do now. That was a depressing rabbit hole.