Mundane facts about your day...

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BobClay

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That's what I like about this thread ... cleaning OR not cleaning cars, the mysteries of insurance, physics AND philosophy. (Only insurance cannot be explained by the logic of Boolean Algebra.)

If you compressed the entire Earth down to about the size of a marble it would become a black hole. Time would stop from the point of view of an outside observer. This would make digging up fossils very tedious to watch. What goes on inside this black hole, beyond the event horizon, that's still not fully understood but one thing is for sure, social distancing would be very difficult to maintain. At the centre of the marble sized Earth, would be a point of infinite density known as a 'singularity.' Avoid this at all costs, although as I understand it, one side effect of the AZ jab is to turn your wallet into a singularity. (Particularly if an insurance company owns the 'singularity.') Inside that dimensionless point, everything is squeezed into nothingness, or NOT nothingness. Physics as we currently understand it breaks down at this point.

Of course squeezing the entire Earth down to the size of a marble is not a trivial exercise.

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Gramaisc

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In the 70s, my landlord had a Mk 1 Escort, which he loved. He kept it as immaculate as anybody could keep a 1970s Ford. They used to shop on a Saturday morning, parking on the Burgess's fire site. It was almost the only time his wife went in the car. After one trip, they loaded up the car and set off home - as they passed the Convent, she commented about the state the car was in, sweet wrappers everywhere, finger-marks on the glass, etc. This confused him - then he looked at the speedo and saw the mileage was much greater than it should be. A few further glances confirmed that it wasn't his car.

The turned round in the bank car park and set off back. They couldn't park this car where it had come from, as the space had been filled in their absence, but got it as close as they could. They had managed to get their shopping out and relock it before the real owner turned up and spent a while trying to find his car. He managed to start the (warm) engine without flooding it and drove off, unaware of what had happened.

They loaded up their real car and drove home.

Car 'security' was a bit looser in those days - if the inside of the car had been tidy, things might have got more interesting...



I've just had 24 hours of disconnection from the whole world (beyond going next-door to get them to report the situation) - it's been quite pleasant.
 

Glam

Mad Cat Woman
In the 70s, my landlord had a Mk 1 Escort, which he loved. He kept it as immaculate as anybody could keep a 1970s Ford. They used to shop on a Saturday morning, parking on the Burgess's fire site. It was almost the only time his wife went in the car. After one trip, they loaded up the car and set off home - as they passed the Convent, she commented about the state the car was in, sweet wrappers everywhere, finger-marks on the glass, etc. This confused him - then he looked at the speedo and saw the mileage was much greater than it should be. A few further glances confirmed that it wasn't his car.

The turned round in the bank car park and set off back. They couldn't park this car where it had come from, as the space had been filled in their absence, but got it as close as they could. They had managed to get their shopping out and relock it before the real owner turned up and spent a while trying to find his car. He managed to start the (warm) engine without flooding it and drove off, unaware of what had happened.

They loaded up their real car and drove home.

Car 'security' was a bit looser in those days - if the inside of the car had been tidy, things might have got more interesting...



I've just had 24 hours of disconnection from the whole world (beyond going next-door to get them to report the situation) - it's been quite pleasant.

We need a seperate thread about this!
My dear old fart of a Dad had a Turquoise Chrysler Avenger, he never ever locked this car, or any other he owned. He had a similar experience to your Landlord with a matching Avenger.
 

proactive

Enjoying a drop of red.
There is no need to have this problem.

It should be addressed as any other human resources issue would be.

Training and assessment.
In my Mrs case it's dealt with each time she comes to my place of work, when the valeter now just gives her car a spruce up as a matter of routine along with a mouthful of cheek about the state it's in.
 

staffordjas

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In the 70s, my landlord had a Mk 1 Escort, which he loved. He kept it as immaculate as anybody could keep a 1970s Ford. They used to shop on a Saturday morning, parking on the Burgess's fire site. It was almost the only time his wife went in the car. After one trip, they loaded up the car and set off home - as they passed the Convent, she commented about the state the car was in, sweet wrappers everywhere, finger-marks on the glass, etc. This confused him - then he looked at the speedo and saw the mileage was much greater than it should be. A few further glances confirmed that it wasn't his car.

The turned round in the bank car park and set off back. They couldn't park this car where it had come from, as the space had been filled in their absence, but got it as close as they could. They had managed to get their shopping out and relock it before the real owner turned up and spent a while trying to find his car. He managed to start the (warm) engine without flooding it and drove off, unaware of what had happened.

They loaded up their real car and drove home.

Car 'security' was a bit looser in those days - if the inside of the car had been tidy, things might have got more interesting...



I've just had 24 hours of disconnection from the whole world (beyond going next-door to get them to report the situation) - it's been quite pleasant.
A girl I worked with at MRI in the 70's went to a gig in Wolverhampton and parked her mini in the carpark outside. Got back in afterwards , drove it home and went to bed. Next morning her dad woke her asking where her car was, and whose was the one in the driveway. Same make and colour , keys fit door and ignition , but not hers! Took it back to the carpark , hers was still there so locked the 'lent' one up and drove back home in hers .

In those days you could buy spare door and ignition eyes off the peg , loads of them for most makes and models behind the counter in the shoe repairers facing The Swan (Paynes?? )
 

Glam

Mad Cat Woman
Today I learnt that I am fast becoming a plumber. Not a very good one, but one that gets by.
For the 4th time this year I have managed to unblock the waste pipe of the washing machine, it had become full of cat hair, human hair and of all things, 2 bits of white velcro! Gawd knows where they came from, all ours is black.

I can hear the collective sigh right now, it int that hard do!!!! It is when you are riddled with arthritis and appear to have a glass back at times.
For 2 people, our washer is on a lot, I had rely on the goodwill of folk last time it went tits up.
 

Jonah

Spouting nonsense since the day I learned to talk
What I don't understand is, why when all you men keep your car clean & spotless inside and out, can't you do the same in the house?!
I do all the vacuuming and dusting and also clean the bathroom in our house. Always have done. I don’t expect thanks or praise. It’s my house as well as my wife’s so there is no reason why I shouldn’t clean it.
 

littleme

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Apart from cooking, furloughed husbands apparently can do no other jobs around the house, as they don't exist. Clearly I do nothing but work & cook, no cleaning takes place at all (well, not in my car).

This is the thing..... today after being furloughed for months and doing all the cooking, the husband (carer*) was back at work.

He finished at 5pm, I finished at 6pm, we both worked the same amount of hours. Yet it was my job to cook tea 'as he was back at work' even though I thought he should cook as he finished earlier! Go figure!

*he's not my carer, it's an affectionate term as I'm older than him...
 

proactive

Enjoying a drop of red.
Apart from cooking, furloughed husbands apparently can do no other jobs around the house, as they don't exist. Clearly I do nothing but work & cook, no cleaning takes place at all (well, not in my car).

This is the thing..... today after being furloughed for months and doing all the cooking, the husband (carer*) was back at work.

He finished at 5pm, I finished at 6pm, we both worked the same amount of hours. Yet it was my job to cook tea 'as he was back at work' even though I thought he should cook as he finished earlier! Go figure!

*he's not my carer, it's an affectionate term as I'm older than him...
Maybe you should change 'carer' for 'toyboy'?
 
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