The General Chat Thread (2016-2022)

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Timenspace said:
My best wishes. Spring is coming, summer is coming, I hope it gets better with each new day.🍀🍀🍀🌼🌼🌼
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Thank you for your best wishes.
I'm in the southern hemisphere, so heading into winter hence the veg plot being full and needing attention.


I need to get the winter crops sown, but can't. The growing seasons here are totally different to what you'd expect and it's taken time to adjust. Anything that was a spring sowing in the UK (where I'm from originally) is actually an autumn sowing here unless it is not frost hardy (such as squash, cucumber, aubergine and similar). Summer is a dead season. Nothing grows during it. Basically you sow in autumn what you'd sow in spring in the UK for it to grow in autumn, survive in winter and spring into life in spring for harvesting at the end of spring. The only exception is the above where you must keep the plants alive in summer by planting them in total shade and watering daily.

Now is the time to plant next year's veg. If they are not planted now, there won't be any veg next year. You can't just plant veg in the wrong season and expect miracles, sadly.

It's also very 'British' weather right now and has been for weeks. Dull, overcast, and drizzly (because I'm on a mountain actually in the cloud). Dreich, and yuck. And cold but not cold enough to light the stove, just cold enough for you to feel cold and want the stove lit. Only I can't because I'm not allowed to walk or anything other than sit on the sofa.

So I'm cold, I'm bored, I'm feed up of hubby's cooking. He follows recipes to the letter literally and thus they are not to our tastes. Or it's always the same thing. Or it's a week of living out of the freezer yet again. Last night was "change". Sausage (again) cooked in the airfryer served with my homemade sorrel pesto (from the freezer made before we knew I had bad stress fractures) served with store bought vegan ravioli (it's actually nice and for once he didn't overcook it). But it is an almost weekly occurrence and we have it again tonight. I keep asking if I can cook, can I do anything (last night he did the weekly shop inn the way home) and I get told the same thing.

Right now I'm craving baked beans on toast. I keep asking for it but I don't get it...
 
The vid that I posted titled Blind Baby Sees for the First Time!!

Blind babies are given the precious gift of being able to see with eyeglasses for the first time in their tiny lives. It warmed my heart & made me cry a little, but at the same time, made me know that they were able to see. For the first time, & I laugh right along with them. It is almost like them being born again!! 😍 :whistling:
 
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LissaC said:
Another disaster birthday went by.

I honestly don't understand people who treat their birthday as "just another regular day", because I approach my birthday like I'm still a 5 year old child. I love celebrating my birthday! I love the attention, and singing happy birthday, and blowing candles, and cutting the cake, and eating the only cake I like which is sponge cake with egg candy, and dinner with my friends, and unwrapping gifts, etc, etc. Last year my birthday was on the 3rd day of lockdown and it sucked big time. Everything was closed and everyone was terrified of dying from the new plague so I sat home alone all day, had a big argument at work, didn't see anyone for the day, and only got birthday presents in June.

I had big expectations for this year's birthday, but once again, we are in lockdown again, everything is closed, and although people are a bit more relaxed with the restrictions there's no chance of me having a bday dinner. I spent the weeks before my birthday agonizing over the day. The day came and it was a rollercoaster so huge I don't think I'll ever care about celebrating my birthday again.

I had taken the day off and was planning on spending the day home watching movies and eating ice cream with boyfriend, but on Monday mom invited us for dinner on my bday. My eyes lit up at the realization that this year I will have a bday cake, and blow candles, and eat cake :laugh: Then boyfriend revealed he ordered me a cake. Which made me very happy, but he ordered me a cake I don't like so we'd still have to go out and buy a cake I like.

Birthday came, and first surprise of the day, poor grandma showed up at my door with my gift, and cake, a fried chicken she made me. But I didn't tell her I took the day off, and I was asleep, and woke 2 hours later to find her messages, and she was rightfully very upset that I didn't get the door :(
Later, boyfriend insisted I come with him to get the cake he ordered me and grab my gift that was in his house. I really wanted to stay home but he insisted I join him so I thought "hmmm maybe he has a surprise for me" and off we went, but no, he just wanted to have company. So we went to get his cake, but that supermarket didn't have the cake I like, so we went to his house to get my gifts, then to another supermarket but the queue outside was too large and I was starving so we went home. I looked at my clock, it was 1:36PM and we were out on his car running errands, and had not had lunch yet (I usually lunch at 12PM), and we did not have my cake, and I started feeling stressed out. So we went home to a late lunch (I hate lunching late!), and we were supposed to go out and get my cake but really all I wanted was sit in front of the couch watching a movie and eating ice cream which is what I had envisioned for my birthday. So we did. When the movie was over, I had to ran to the kitchen because I had agreed with mom I would cook our dinner and bring it over to her house. Boyfriend usually sits with me in the kitchen while I cook, but this time he decided to stay in the couch and watch TV. And I started feeling really upset. Here I was cooking dinner in a hurry while he watches TV when I could have cooked while he ran his errands in the morning and I didn't yet have a cake to eat. The door rang, and I was so upset that the door was ringing while I was late cooking, but it was an order from a friend of mine, who had ordered some balloons for me. And I've always dreamed about having this giant balloons for my birthday, and I felt awful that I was so upset when people trying to make me feel good, and I lost it. I had a meltdown, which lead to the boyfriend having a meltdown, which turned into a couple hours of uncontrollable sobbing, and feeling miserable, and wishing the whole day to be over. Blah blah drama queen.

I felt like I was really birthdayzilla. This was really too much hassle over a single day, and completely avoidable if I can just keep my expectations down. So next year when zombie apocalypse is upon us ruining my birthday once again, all I will ask for is that I'm not eaten by a zombie on that day.

In the meantime I have my balloons to enjoy :laugh:
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Well, at least you didn't spend it alone.

When I was younger, I had a big backyard BBQ every year that I called "Meatfest." Birthdays were a big deal. I even got married on my birthday. We had a wedding cake and a birthday cake.

On my next birthday, I'll turn 60. I may go have lunch with a few friends. That's more than enough for me, now.

A lot of my peers seem to feel the same way. A good meal with some family and/or friends is plenty.

You may find that birthdays aren't such a big deal as you get older, too.

CD
 
caseydog said:
Well, at least you didn't spend it alone.

When I was younger, I had a big backyard BBQ every year that I called "Meatfest." Birthdays were a big deal. I even got married on my birthday. We had a wedding cake and a birthday cake.

On my next birthday, I'll turn 60. I may go have lunch with a few friends. That's more than enough for me, now.

A lot of my peers seem to feel the same way. A good meal with some family and/or friends is plenty.

You may find that birthdays aren't such a big deal as you get older, too.

CD
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Yes, that's what I've seen, older people seem to care less about their birthday. Thinking about it, these last two years I enjoyed more celebrating loved one's birthdays (I treat the birthdays of people close like a big event), then I enjoyed my own.
 
LissaC said:
Yes, that's what I've seen, older people seem to care less about their birthday.
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My birthday is on New Year's Eve as it always has been. Most folks are therefore concentrating on other festivities so I tend to do the same. My daughter usually sends me an email (or Farcebook message) but that's about it.

(From an older person)
 
Yorky said:
My birthday is on New Year's Eve as it always has been. Most folks are therefore concentrating on other festivities so I tend to do the same. My daughter usually sends me an email (or Farcebook message) but that's about it.

(From an older person)
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I too know someone who's birthday is New Year's Eve, he hates it as does his twin. He's married to my wife's cousin, I didn't know he had a twin until I met him and started talking to him. He had no idea who I was. We laughed later when it came out,lol.

Russ
 
Windigo said:
Thorntons departs the high street, leaving behind childhood memories

Such a pity to lose these stores, I absolutely adored them when I lived in the UK.
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When I hear "High Street" from the UK, I think of "Main Street" in the USA. For example, my town of Frisco is a booming city, but Main Street is a nod to the past.

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Businesses on Main Street have a tough battle against competitors in the many "strip malls" around town. But they are quaint, sometimes 100-year-old buildings that have only a nostalgic feeling on their side.

Is "high Street" in the UK similar to that?

CD
 
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The last small town I lived in was on the outskirts of Leeds. The "high" street was actually called "Town Street" and I remember very few of the shops. What I do remember was that end to end, probably about 2.0 km, there were 10 pubs.

The King's Arms is on the left, The Black Bull on the right. Slightly before my time.

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Yorky said:
The last small town I lived in was or the outskirts of Leeds. The "high" street was actually called "Town Street" and I remember very few of the shops. What I do remember was that end to end, probably about 2.0 km, there were 10 pubs.

The King's Arms is on the left, The Black Bull on the right. Slightly before my time.
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Both still there. This is from Google Earth.......

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