MrsDoyle

And then crank it up to 220° fan when it’s taking too long.

We hire glasses for parties.

https://eventhireuk.com/product-category/tableware-hire/glassware-hire/

I’ve always decided against taking my knitting with me in case they take my needles. They are usually 2.5cm circulars, and the wooden ones are even sharper than the metal ones. I could definitely damage someone with them - though I would rather not get blood on my work in progress.

Not really useless, and I volunteered it for disposal… a small LED torch. I was entering New Zealand, which has extremely strict biohazard rules. I remembered that I’d used the torch a few times while beekeeping in the UK. The risk was vanishingly small, but still a risk, so I handed it over and it went in the bin.

Rooter always sounds rude to me. ;-)

I heard someone mangling “indefatigable” in a programme the other day, they got the word “fatigue” in there.

Edit to say I think it’s VALEnce, but I could be wrong.

I’m old and this may not happen in my lifetime, but I fear the collapse of the ocean current systems. The resulting global weather chaos would have a drastic effect on my younger family members, some of whom are already struggling to make their way in the world.

The way governments everywhere are backing off green commitments and seems only interested in waging war and/or protecting the greedy makes me despair, but every single day I meet people with warm hearts and open minds, so I do have some hope.

I found some toothbrushes that are really pretty good. I’m travelling with one now. It’s smaller than an electric one, cleans my teeth very well and I don’t have to cart around a charger.

Compared to the original it’s bloated. My friends very much enjoyed theirs and didn’t have any more issues than with any other cars. One of them drives a modern Mini Clubman now.

You can hire a pony?!? Our guide did not mention that, lol.

I stood next to a new Rav in the showroom, it seemed overly big to me. I want a small vehicle with a high wheelbase so I can drive on farm tracks.

I loved the place. I was there in 2008, and the insane road up from India was being improved - it was so dangerous it was only open during daylight hours. You have to be part of an organised group, and have a Bhutanese guide - ours was great. The idea is to prevent the kind of over-tourism you see in a lot of places, not to control us. We were free to do our own thing if we wished.

Re the politics, one memorable quote was: “Most of us didn’t want democracy, but the king insisted, so we went along with it.”

Another great thing was the custom of polygamy - men and women can have multiple wives/husbands. I asked our guide how people organised their lives, and he said it was up to the individuals. Some people might live with one partner and visit the other. Some lived part-time with each partner. He himself found that one wife was plenty.

Muttonbird.

It’s an acquired taste, but one I didn’t acquire. Preserved shearwater chick, mmm.

I live in Scotland now, where there’s a similar delicacy, guga. I have not tried it. I think you have to live on the Isle of Lewis for a shot at eating it

I was standing in front of a parked SUV the other day and I swear its grille was chest-high. I’m 5’4", I’d definitely not survive if one hit me.

Some years back, a couple of my friends drove Toyota Rav 4s. They were cute little all-wheel drive cars with three doors. This article tracks how the Rav 4 “evolved” into the ugly, massively bloated vehicle it is today. https://www.carwow.co.uk/toyota/rav4/news/8854/toyota-rav4-generations-evolution

The tiger in question was the guru’s consort, who transformed into a tiger and flew him there. His shrine is full of gold objects & venerated. Hers is round the corner from his, rather small and dim. It’s a beautiful place, looong walk to get there but worth the effort.

My most recent experience in the UK is that they’re fairly generous with painkillers. I was in an orthopedic ward - broken hips, ruptured tendons, that kind of thing. We all got oxycodone and paracetamol (plus laxatives to ward off the consequent constipation). I enjoyed the oxy but didn’t become an addict.

I’ve been called for jury duty three or four times here in Scotland and only once got through to the selection process. The judge gave us a talk about our duties, and how we must say if we knew the defender. Then the clerk drew 15 names out of a big glass bowl (Scottish juries have 15 members) and the rest of us were dismissed. No challenges, no questions about education, nothing. Just 15 random people.