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And platform shoes....I used to be taller then ...What !
and 5 inch waistbands....
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And platform shoes....I used to be taller then ...What !
and 5 inch waistbands....
Scottish oatcakes = Real oatcakes!Son got them from this local Tesco a few years ago , just the once. They must have trialled them in there and not sold as no-one knew what they were. I asked an assistant by the bread part for them and they looked at me as though I'd gone stupid, pointed me to the biscuit aisle and the hard biscuit like Scottish oatcakes
it doesn't bear thinking about, we'd be back to the 70s!
What !
and 5 inch waistbands.....
Puff sleeved blouses, and tank tops. Don't forget flares either. OMG Happy days!And platform shoes....I used to be taller then ...
Took 2 months in this house for British Gas to get ''the other British Gas '' , which they dis-owned despite owning it...., to bill us for the first 3 weeks usage before our original ''Normal British Gas" Oct 2023 tariff kicked in again.Octopus didn't get my gas meter number from my last supplier, so I have not been paying for it. I'm hoping they'll not notice for a while til the solar benefits pay off the debt!
I'll send you some real Aberdeen oatcakes if you like!Scottish oatcakes = Real oatcakes!
I finally cracked and bought some flares toward the end of the 70's.Puff sleeved blouses, and tank tops. Don't forget flares either. OMG Happy days!
Just twist a bit of wire around the opening part to keep it closed. Perhaps in your case, a bit more heavy duty than mine!Then saw his mate open the top hinges on the other bird feeder , take out the new full suet block out of that one and scarper with it.
I've done that on the metal ones like that after yesterdays chase around the garden. That must have been why they decided to attack the others instead. (had been hoping to re-fill the new 3 hard plastic ones I bought ) . Best of it is, the side where they could have sat on the fence and gnawed away at it easier has remained untouched.Just twist a bit of wire around the opening part to keep it closed. Perhaps in your case, a bit more heavy duty than mine!
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It's still red squirrel territory where I am, but I never see any - I don't think the crows are keen on running the trees in a co-ownership model.Squirrels will decimate anything plastic or fine wire mesh. We learned the hard way over the years. It's cheaper in the long run to always go with metal and not chewthroughable metal at that. Else they will be forever chewed. I love squirrels and miss them terribly since we moved. Saw one the other day though, hopefully it passes the message round we are friendly but mind the dogs.
I've been trying to buy some additional metal square feeders , as I'v bought the suet blocks in bulk and wanted to put more up in the trees over the fence in the woods, but can't find any anywhere at the moment around here. Hence the filled plastic ones which I (stupidly ) thought I could replenish once the birds had scoffed what came in there......Squirrels will decimate anything plastic or fine wire mesh. We learned the hard way over the years. It's cheaper in the long run to always go with metal and not chewthroughable metal at that. Else they will be forever chewed. I love squirrels and miss them terribly since we moved. Saw one the other day though, hopefully it passes the message round we are friendly but mind the dogs.
We had to do a spell in 'The Old Hough' while MRI was re-organising the shop floor and offices. (They sort of forgot about us, so lasted for a year or so before the building was about to be knocked down and they realised we were still there).My Uncle Alan Clay lived in Tividale back in the day. There was a small spinney at the bottom of his garden (yes, in the heart of the Black Country,) where a few grey squirrels lived. (I've often heard them called 'tree rats' but I think that's a bit harsh. It's not their fault they were introduced to this country.) Over the years he took to feeding them, until one in particular would come up to his hand for nuts. (Needless to say, he was called 'Cyril the Squirrel.')
Eventually he took to popping onto the living room window sill and staring at us, even tapping the window in a sort of: 'I haven't got all day you know ... ' manner.
Alan would get up and run out with the nuts, much to our delight in a 'we can see who's the boss around here' sort of way..