I'll raise a bottle of fine maple syrup to that epic battleA Canadian versus a New Zealander in a battle of politeness, who would win?
Thanks for the tip!!! The symptoms appeared immediately after the exercise concluded, so thankfully I didn't have to deal with it in the field. But that's really good to know.
And I'll raise you a poutineI'll raise a bottle of fine maple syrup to that epic battle
Thanks Joe, I never heard of "poutine" great looking it up and learning.
Shit the front door seriously ? All good just go make one nowThanks Joe, I never heard of "poutine" great looking it up and learning.
I soaked them to begin with in water with a bit (20% of a dose) of calmag, and a dash of superthrive. I squeezed and shook them out a bit. Hard to know how wet is too wet isn’t it? I like the peat plugs because you know when their tops get light brown you mist them. I’ve never misted the rock wool.
Oh!I'll raise a bottle of fine maple syrup to that epic battle
So long as those boats with cacao and maple syrup keep getting through I feel like there is still (?) a future. OMG we were served this without asking from a takeaways in Westport. We thought they’d lost their minds! It was great we might have to live there.
Me too. I’m reclaiming that phrase from the hashtag. #nakedmetoo. No? No. Ok.Thanks Joe, I never heard of "poutine" great looking it up and learning.
One day fredwak maybe not in our era brotha but we can hold strong to show our children and youth control and we choose love and standing beside each other the true meaning of United .
Cheers, ears. You too, eh?This is a great photo Donk!
Enjoy your weekend
Thanks Fred.What a great lineup, DD .
Sing it how it is, brother!
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I liked the small stories on the bottom of the pages like fat Freddy cat and how the frisbee was invented. Wish I had em. Got an R. Crumb anthology though. Keep on truckin!Cheers, ears. You too, eh?
Thanks Fred.
My eye is always drawn to the Freewheeling Franklin quote in your signature. I used to have those freak brothers posters. Still got all the comics
Sing it how it is, brother!
Kiaora Koro) had the same experience as us: you rub it on some things and straight away you wonder if it ever hurt. It is remarkable. It doesn’t touch deeper pains, but for some things it is quite unbelievable.
You've got roots, the cycle continues. Mighty impressive DD tasty looking.
Hope that you are feeling better this week and the Drs can get you sorted mate.
Kills me to read this is such a bad time D. Even the garden takes energy and time. I hope you can now get some financial assistance from Health debt on some way. Hearing your health is down still and may take while to get a decent support network on board but it does sound like work would have been really harmful and more damaging than reworking finances if possible. An alive, temporary skint Donkey would get my vote over a fallen brother everytime. I don't mean to belittle your position at all mate , just mean alive and slowly healing is preferable than a worked to death good tax payer. Oeace and love brotherKoro. You’re like my totara here, whatever that means
Thanks for being solid.
Sisactualuseless family.
A good writer can right a lot of wrongs and you were already one of my favourites before you wrote that.
I don’t know what godawful concatenation of circumstances left you with the respect for language you clearly have. Maybe you started out good, IDK how these things happen.
Thank you for your message.
That does sound horrid, Sy. I hope it’s sorted now? Acid leaking outside of its safe space has got to hurt!
(Unless it’s hydroflouric acid which doesn’t give any chemical burn at all, but soaks straight in to your CNS. One of the first symptoms of toxicity is death, according to the MSDS sheet it used to come with.)
Chronic pancreatitis is what we are currently hanging my wotsits on.
That said there were radiology remarks on my last CT scan that I haven’t had my surgeon’s interpretation on. So I don’t fully understand what’s happening.
I too wanted the pain to stop (thank you) until the specialist said he thought it would likely never not hurt. That confused me.
Not least because of this exchange: “so, you don’t know why it hurts?”
“No.”
“But it will never not hurt?”
“Correct.”
(I mean ffs wake me up! Does that sound like a clinician to you?)
The cream on the pudding with this guy was his receptionist (filling in for the regular lady who compiles all the clinicians’ case files the day before they are needed)...
“Morning, DonkeyDick to see the Dietician”.
“Dave.”
“What?”
“You are DonkeyDave. That’s what it says here.”
And the ensuing conversation wherein she described to me that [meathead] the surgeon hasn’t been looking at me and my notes at the same time in a year!
Sorry, I know I already mentioned it and I don’t want to get a reputation as eeyore, but my head is still spinning a bit, that’s all. Finding that out on my way to quit my job really gave the day a special flavour.
I can’t even afford to sit the guy down and ask him what the hell happened because my insurance was part of my salary!
As a (former) metalworker I’m familiar with things being irony, but not like this.
So thank goodness for home grown meds! And thanks to an even greater good that 420Mag exists and you have all been able to help so much.
I was floundering a year ago with seedlings/small plants that just wouldn’t die. Could I get them to grow though? Could I hell!
Now look, you buggers. Look what you’ve done.
Keep up the good works, everybody.
Bring on the meds!
