MrsDoyle

For what it’s worth, a flue is an adjustable opening in a wood stove or similar, Kernspalt in German according to Harper Collins. Now you just have to work the conversation around to the efficient use of a wood stove… 😄

My dentist is lovely. Last visit I told him how much I appreciated his care and advice, and he blushed and said no-one ever thanked him. He needs a hug!

I don’t hate you.

I’m not really up on the Bible, but wasn’t it Joseph who was allegedly descended from David? Joseph, who definitely wasn’t the father of Jesus?

It’s not antisemitism, it’s anti-Zionism. And accusations of Zionism being fascist aren’t new. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irgun

An extract: ‘Albert Einstein, in a letter to The New York Times in 1948, compared Irgun and its successor Herut party to “Nazi and Fascist parties” and described it as a “terrorist, right wing, chauvinist organization”.’

But what would a genius German Jew who escaped the Holocaust know about fascism, right?

Ugh, I have a friend whose humour often involves mean-spirited jibes and put-downs. I was in a low mood one day and told him I didn’t like the tone of his “jokes”, that they sometimes stung. He really dialled back after that.

That looks delicious, really nice combo.

Do obnoxious stuff for “librul tears”.

Cry like a baby when people do obnoxious stuff back.

Oh yum, now I want a big chunk of brie.

Britain’s favourite crisp flavour. Here, you’re weird for not liking them.

Combatting AIDS isn’t dumb.

Unlimited garlic bread, yay!

I found it on the internet.

Some of my non-techie friends were complaining about how rubbish Google search is now and I suggested Duck Duck Go. They couldn’t get past the name. I know it’s based on some childhood game in the US but it makes no sense to anyone here in the UK.

I’m in my 70s, soooo pretty much everything I own. Sigh.

My knee replacement was carried out with an epidural pain block, plus sedation. I came down from cloud nine briefly to wonder why someone was doing renovations while surgery was in progress - then realised all the drilling and hammering was my new joint going in. Phew! Back to lala land…

My personal experience in the 1970s: “I’d give you the job if you were a man but you’re not, so…” Apparently I would just get pregnant and leave.

Me, I’m 72. I didn’t expect to make it past 30; dying young was all the rage back then and I did a lot of drugs. But somehow here I am, knitting, sipping tea and browsing Lemmy.

And the rest! Human mummies were ground up and used for a paint called “mummy brown”. Artists only stopped using it because the supply of mummies dried up (lol).

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mummy_brown

During the Egyptomania phase in Victorian times, rich folk would hold mummy unwrapping parties… and not just in England.

https://www.ajaonline.org/book-review/1184

I’ve organised to have my body donated to a medical school for dissection. It was quite complicated, lots of forms to be filled in and witnessed. My executor has to phone the university when I die & they send a van to collect me. They won’t accept my body if I’ve died of something communicable, or it was eg some accident that left me too mangled. When they’re done with me I’ll be cremated and my name goes up on a plaque in a special garden.