"did you realise that Beria had ordered the 3rd Shock Army to reverse out of Germany to help put down a rebellion in Ukraine? Well no I hadn't obs! Someone more wordsmithy than me once claimed and I paraphrase "When troubles come, they come not single spies But in battalions".
So often the reflexive response of “lower the head and bull through it” turns out to be the LAST thing one should try when stalled or blocked. A bit of mental crop-rotation is far more often the answer. Glad to hear it panned out. Or grilled out, as the case may be.
You know you can butterfly those suckers yourself, right? Simple with a little youtube video and some kitchen shears. Then the flavour world is your oyster. I reckon its at least once a month for flat chooks at ours.
I guess it’s all about shit weeks. I let the ‘expert antique upholstery fabric cleaner’ in with confidence, as she had earlier rung to advise she would be delayed. Courteous. Yet, despite having been quoted $200 for the job on the basis of photos I had supplied earlier the individual in question assured me that the process would need to begin again, steam alone is useless, a much higher level of cleaning is required, will remove all the stains, Scotch guarding is so important, deodorising imperative. More expensive but worth it for beautiful pieces! And cash only better! But where is my car, how can I go to ATM?
Because I am an idiot I can go to ATM, it’s a block away. I withdraw $850 and return to two drenched items; one a faux suede chair that stubbornly clings to its stains and the second a chaise lounge that finally emerges from its bath with slightly less dull fabric, but torn.
And it’s not my chaise lounge - the ‘rejuvenation’ was a surprise. Surprise was one of the gamut of emotions that fair day, as the silk brocade slowly dried.
Anyway, if you’re done with chicken (flat) would you consider chicken (beer can)?
"did you realise that Beria had ordered the 3rd Shock Army to reverse out of Germany to help put down a rebellion in Ukraine? Well no I hadn't obs! Someone more wordsmithy than me once claimed and I paraphrase "When troubles come, they come not single spies But in battalions".
May the Flatchook of Triumph never die in your roof.
So often the reflexive response of “lower the head and bull through it” turns out to be the LAST thing one should try when stalled or blocked. A bit of mental crop-rotation is far more often the answer. Glad to hear it panned out. Or grilled out, as the case may be.
Exercise, cooking, the horizontal tango. 2 out of 3 of those are a legitimate option on any given day, and they all kick the endorphins in, right?
Endorphins shift the mood.
Flat chickens for the win!
You know you can butterfly those suckers yourself, right? Simple with a little youtube video and some kitchen shears. Then the flavour world is your oyster. I reckon its at least once a month for flat chooks at ours.
That flat-chicken looks very tasty, Birmo.
Huzzah for flat chickens!
I guess it’s all about shit weeks. I let the ‘expert antique upholstery fabric cleaner’ in with confidence, as she had earlier rung to advise she would be delayed. Courteous. Yet, despite having been quoted $200 for the job on the basis of photos I had supplied earlier the individual in question assured me that the process would need to begin again, steam alone is useless, a much higher level of cleaning is required, will remove all the stains, Scotch guarding is so important, deodorising imperative. More expensive but worth it for beautiful pieces! And cash only better! But where is my car, how can I go to ATM?
Because I am an idiot I can go to ATM, it’s a block away. I withdraw $850 and return to two drenched items; one a faux suede chair that stubbornly clings to its stains and the second a chaise lounge that finally emerges from its bath with slightly less dull fabric, but torn.
And it’s not my chaise lounge - the ‘rejuvenation’ was a surprise. Surprise was one of the gamut of emotions that fair day, as the silk brocade slowly dried.
Anyway, if you’re done with chicken (flat) would you consider chicken (beer can)?
When life gives you six weeks of tradies, there are worse coping mechanisms than delicious flat chickens
Thinking & working sideways or aslant is often better (& funner & quicker) than rigidly barrelling head on. Yay! you.
Yeah, right, that chicken is indeed flat.