@matigo Ask @streakmachine. The photo is from his collection.
Older sister is visiting Mum for a week. They wanted to visit our younger sister now the renovations on her small house have been completed, but Mum’s car is no longer safe to drive.
I offered to take them down, my car could have done the job but it would have been a bit of a squeeze.
The problem’s been solved, one of my brothers dropped of one of his diesel Ford Mondeos for them to use.
@variablepulserate Try this one, it should work where you are: https://www.youtube.com/watch
I tested it with a VPN set to UK.
Australian folk singer & expatriate Scotsman Eric Bogle: The end of an auld song.
You’re still the first verse o’ my song
The melody that shapes the rhyme
You’re the beat that drives me on
The light that colours every line
A distant echo in my soul
A bright green fading into dark
You’re an ache I can’t control
You’re still an arrow in my heart.
From there to here this road’s been lang
But noo I’m back where I began
At the end of an auld auld sang.
You’re still the hawk’s cry on the wind
In a high and lonely place
You’re snowdrops in the spring
A drunkard’s red and angry face
You’re still the hand that’s free to give
A stiff neck that will not bend
A fierce pride that can’t forgive
A door I open tae a friend
From there to here this road’s been lang
But noo I’m back where I began
At the end of an auld auld sang.
You’re still the bonny Border toon
A grey and ugly housing scheme
You’re Castlemilk and Brigadoon
You’re part real and you’re part dream
You’re Hogmanay and Auld Lang Syne
And pints o’ heavy at the pub
Ach! You’re just a state of mind
But you’re still singing in my blood.
You’re Hogmanay and Auld Lang Syne
And pints o’ heavy at the pub
Ach! You’re just a state of mind
But you’re still singing in my blood.
From there to here this road’s been lang
But noo I’m back where I began
At the end of an auld auld sang.
At the end of an auld auld sang.
I haz a ‘new’ coffee table. It was given to the Men’s Shed group with a heat-damaged varnished top and one leg almost off & the other three quite loose. The donor didn’t want it fixed, just felt we could use the timber.
Investigatrion revealled a bolt missing & all other seven bolts were loose. Replacing/tightening the bolts where needed fixed that part of the problem.
Whatever timber the tabletop was made from, it certainly wasn’t rubbish. When sanded back to bare timber it was really magnificent & worth salvaging.
Two coats of a satin-finish medium dark stain/varnish wiped on with a rag followed by a final coat of dark mahogany stain/varnish applied with a roller finished it off beautifully. Gave a coat of the same to the base & legs of the table.
Once dry, I reassembled it & now it's in my loungeroom.
Super shiny.
@variablepulserate It’s the general area where my Irish ancestors settled when they emigrated in the 1860s. They couldn’t afford to buy the best quality land so they wound up farming this dry area.
My father always reckoned the place they settle in was so poor it only grew rocks & rabbits. I don’t know about the latter but there’s huge rocky outcrops in most paddocks around there.
I continue to be impressed with the photos taken by the Nokia 7.1.
Here's a shot from the balcony outside my country pub room.
Image compressed to 50% of original size.