Still is. She's 53. Here on the left on our sofa with her eldest of four who's 25. Both tall and natural blondes. Not such a good photo of our grandaughter. Here's a better one. She sells IT systems throughout the UK Europe and occasionally USA. She was head-hunted for her present job. She was working for another company and beat them to a sale, so they found out who she was and offered her a job. All four grandkids are computer literate, their dad has an IT company. But she's never worked for her father although I'm sure he'd had given her a job if she'd asked him. She's a "self starter," she's found jobs without any help from him.
Prepping to leave on a camping trip with a girlfriend. She has loads of stuff & hopes my car is big enough. I told her I've saved the space behind the driver's seat for her Plenty of space next to the firewood.
How simple jobs can turn out to be a real pain A few weeks ago I replaced the door seal on our aging Baumatic oven, that took a bit of sourcing, as the servicing for these ovens is now handled by Hotpoint. Today, I decided to clean the inside of the glass door. Over time, the grease had built up so it was beginning to obscure the glass. Not a real problem according to my wife. But it meant, "I couldn't see what I was getting for dinner without opening the oven door." So just a question of removing the door and undoing a couple of screws and you can separate the door, its frame and the glass. Actually there's three bits of glass as there's one between the inner and outer ones suspended by four thick rubber corners with slots in them. No problem cleaning the grease off the surfaces of the glass with turps substitute. Then put it back together. Well.... not quite... There are four notched lugs on plates stuck to the inner glass that are supposed to be secured by clips in the frame. These clips I found had disintigrated due to heat over time when I removed the glass. There's no way the glass could be secured without them. The chances of getting replacement clips today was nil. In fact given the age of the oven, they were likely to be, as we say in the jukebox world, "made of unobtainium." The oven could not be used without securing the inner glass. So no chance of even getting a new door, "before the catering staff turned up to use the oven." Given the "urgency" of the situation, I think I might have been expected to buy a new oven... this afternoon. Anyway, I needed to find a solution, before the situation became "public knowledge." I could see the lugs on the little arms on the plates on the insdide of the glass had a notch each side to engage with the clips. I found some 10 mm washers in the garage and with a combination of squeezing them in my vice and flattening them with a hammer several times, I made them into a lozenge shape with a narrow centre slot so that they could be fitted over the lugs and up against the sides of the hole in the frame where the clips would have been. A while back my wife was going to chuck out a spool of very fine stainless steel wire she used with her costume jewellery making. But I hung onto it in case it came in useful. So I was able to wind a number of turns of this around the notches in the lugs so securing the washer to the lug making the glass door firmly attached to the frame. Then just a question of reassembling the door and replacing it and "no one was the wiser."
Sorry rather late again... But some words are like that..lots of French and English Words are intermingled Rich,,,Riche Restaurant,,,,Restaurant.. Optimism,,,,Optimisme Poetic,,,,Poetique When you go way back in History and the Countries seem..[they did of course].. to change hands so to speak..it is not surprising the words are similar..certainly would help me out if more words were similar... Would have saved quite a few strange encounters....One day we took in for repair a brush cutter..when we returned to collect it, through misunderstanding each other, we paid without realising for a brand new one...200 odd Euros instead of 60 Euros for the repaired one..right on the floor next to the new one....So easy it was...
I spent an hour on the phone with my bank this afternoon. I'd gone on-line to access my bank account, but although I could "see it," it wouldn't let me do anything. Whoever with whom I was connected when I phoned the main number, didn't really have a clue. They were like many, working from home, so they had to phone someone else to get more technical advice. So there was a "relayed conversation" between three of us, some of which seemed to be conducted under water, given the distortion of the voices. In the end it got sorted by me deleting all the bank's cookies and logging on...repeating the process twice! I really sorted it out myself in the end.
My husband & I are hiring a couple of contractors for work on our house. We spent a good part of today sorting through options & details on the bathroom rehab. Just when we were ready to take a break from it all, one or the other of us would have another idea & away we'd go again, researching this or that. I'm bushed. BTW @Logan beautiful jars of gooseberry jam & great placement on that mat!
