Reading quite OK but the taste was like 62% damp cornflake packet with a feint background aftertaste of fermented left sock.A tranche of posts - about 4 pages - suddenly hove into view. Anything to do with server capacity and yesterday's post deletion? Anyhow, my bg is on something of a voyage of discovery over the last 2 days. Temperature 34.8 and SATS 98% so I assume even if I have somehow been smitten my spavined system is coping. @dunelm I would say that fbg is quite good - Jackfruit seems to be about 38% carb.
Hi
I don't use the app. I am on my tiny phone screen. And I use the web version cos it is more comprehensive than the app.
Here are 3 screenshots
So click your icon top right
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And up comes next screen
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And there is a list of things you can do
Click on the alert preferences
And you get this
These are my alert preferences.
I hope this is of help. But this is for web not the app. The app doesn't alert you to as much as the web
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That would be the 2019, no vintage declared. Damp May that year.Reading quite OK but the taste was like 62% damp cornflake packet with a feint background aftertaste of fermented left sock.
I hid at the bottom of the bed from stuff and was terrified of under the bed as a child. And more things.
The upstairs toilet was another problem when I was a child. And linoleum on the bedroom floor. I would scream until someone had carried me from bed to attic landing when I awoke. If I stepped on that linoleum, immediately I awoke, the witches would get me. But they once I had stepped foot on the attic landing bare wooden floorboards, I could then walk back over the bedroom linoleum because I was now protected.
I still really do not like linoleum...
I am remembering loads more!!!!
Aw the way of kids... That fertile imagination scary the bejasus out of us..lol
I recall as kids we used to run on the railways track..( yes..I know now)
Anyway we would go so far but no further.
A nearby estate had been built, but the platform had been left behind a brick wall on it.
And to get to it, we had to walk along the track and then into a short tunnel.
A you can expect we scared ourselves silly with tales of ghosts monsters etc just getting into the tunnel.. So passion were high.
On other, at the far end sty what looked like a huge bird.. Really BIG..
It stopped us passing any further for a year or more, until we plucked up courage and got close enough to see it was a points signal of some sorts, 10 ft in the air. (mainline trains/some underground network).. And it had what looked like the wrapping of a large paper bag of potatoes caught up in it.. And everything that the wind threw up.. It looked like some evil scarecrow.
So one brave/stupid enough
we passed on into the underground network proper, where our activities came to a crashing end, as we got stopped and taken home by the police to some very vexed parents
So I gave your post a funny, as it reminded me of how kids think.. And brought back a few nice memories of old school friends.
I bet you went very fast down that hill on your bikes to race the lorries...more dangerous than railway lines methinks!@gennepher and @jjraak I never walked along railway lines but we lived near a very steep hill on the A1 and would try to race lorries down the hill on our bicycles.
I also loved climbing trees and have no idea how I grew up to be an ultra cautious adult scared of heights. Although that might have something to do with falling out of trees.
A bit of a TheresaThat would be the 2019, no vintage declared. Damp May that year.
Love it MCToday's effort, can't face watercolour painting today and so sat in the garden soaking up Vitamin D. On my bike ride today I passed through ancient Oak Woods at Brocton, 800 year old Oaks and decided for drama I need one in my next landscape so decided to do a quick layout sketch of the oak. A3 on black paper, no idea why I chose black, Oil Pastels with a limited pallet of colour and softening in the hot sun, 40 minutes. Thumbnail shows my pastels which I have had years.
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Today's effort, can't face watercolour painting today and so sat in the garden soaking up Vitamin D. On my bike ride today I passed through ancient Oak Woods at Brocton, 800 year old Oaks and decided for drama I need one in my next landscape so decided to do a quick layout sketch of the oak. A3 on black paper, no idea why I chose black, Oil Pastels with a limited pallet of colour and softening in the hot sun, 40 minutes. Thumbnail shows my pastels which I have had years.
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@jjraak and @gennepher regarding railways, we used to walk along one to a very busy marshling yard, steam trains, we would jump on the rolling goods trucks as they rolled into their destination sorting sidings, then run over to the next ones needing sorting and ride back up the incline and do it all over again, never got caught or hurt thank goodness. We also used to jump across the locks on the canal and have gone home smelling stagnant once dried out, mom would have cained me if I had gone home wet, yes I smelt but as we only bathed once a week I doubt anyone much noticed.
I love all these stories @Muddy Cyclist
We were adventurous kids weren't we!
Some would call it crazy.I love all these stories @Muddy Cyclist
We were adventurous kids weren't we!
That sounds like it was a lot of fun. I was chased by the police once or twice when a teenager, got stopped by a police dog that growled every time we tried to move, I cheeked the policeman and ended up at the local nick, where my grandad was a sergeant, very embarrassing.running across the roofs,
we had a lot of old factories closing down where i lived as a kid, major redevelopments going on.
Run outs took on a new danger lever when they came into play.
.running across the roofs, up and then down the other side of the huge glass roofs, feeling the glass bend and wobbling as you ran up it., then jumping roofs parkour style.....yehaww
police tried chasing us a few times, poor guys. roof +.little kids weight..maybe...but big burly blokes ..
Us Skipping off over the roofs, giggling as we waved them goodbye, in child like fashion,
then sliding down the stockpile of lamp posts at the council site nearby...and off home for tea.
happy days
but looking back, how on earth did we all survive childhood..
I totally get what you are saying. I am pleased I am not the only one who had to follow certain procedures that would ensure "the baddies" kept away. Even today I am quite sensitive to "atmospheres".I hid at the bottom of the bed from stuff and was terrified of under the bed as a child. And more things.
The upstairs toilet was another problem when I was a child. And linoleum on the bedroom floor. I would scream until someone had carried me from bed to attic landing when I awoke. If I stepped on that linoleum, immediately I awoke, the witches would get me. But they once I had stepped foot on the attic landing bare wooden floorboards, I could then walk back over the bedroom linoleum because I was now protected.
I still really do not like linoleum...
I am remembering loads more!!!!
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