Thread 7 - TalkLair: “In fact it’s an oblate spheroid”

[Kucinghitam]

Continuation of previous threads (thread 6).
The new lair of JTT escapees is all cosy and homey; we have truly settled here. Outside, the garden is blooming with spring flowers. Inside, the hearth is glowing, pictures are up on the walls, rugs are down on the floors (and assorted pets curled up on them).

We just won’t mention the gnawed bones of our prey over there in the corner of the cave…

Sorted, I think. Found a place just up the road a couple of miles or so away. They said, yeah, we can repair that, come back at 2 pm, 45 quid, cash in hand. 😀
Reminiscent of my Great Xmas Tooth Crisis of 2021, when I dropped one on the bathroom floor on Xmas Eve morning and broke it on half, but my dentist did heroics to find a lab who could sort me out same day.

Sorry to hear of the teeth woes, but glad you found somewhere nearby to fix your plate, duc!

Phew! Glad you found somewhere close by and reasonable @duc748 . I have a tooth that has a cavity developing under a crown and I'm told that it's had too much work already done on it to be recrowned, so at some point that is going to be an implant, which will cost megabucks.

I'm going to sell a good guitar, should get £5K with luck.

Oooh what you selling Angelico!?

I miss guitar pron in t'other place....

A Collings 00-14, short scale, Texas rose inlay on headstock. One of these, in fact:

https://www.collingsguitars.com/acoustic-guitars/001-14fret/

Probably also an Eastman Archtop, a jazzer.

Somehow I missed this post! Which sent me off on one of those train-of-thought/rabbitholes wondering whether Gin and I crossed paths at uni, around town, on the trains, etc etc. And more generally whether that applies to many of the internet wrongmos I've been chatting with over the years... passing like ships in the night, out there in the real world. <Rabbithole continues> And how I'd probably actually find it weird and upsetting if somebody actually popped up on a thread and said "Oh, I've seen you IRL!"

Ha ha - life is always smaller than we think isn't it!

I'm amazed at how small a world it is in Oxfordshire. A couple of years ago, I was talking to a neighbour who told me about some lamb she'd had from a farm a few miles away. I then mentioned the lamb to someone I sometimes work alongside, who lives nowhere near me, and he said 'Oh yeah, that'll be X, he runs a few sheep. His wife does my wife's hair'. This sort of thing happens all the time.

Small world story: I was born in India, where my dad was managing a paint factory. While my mum was pregnant her friend who lived in the flat below ours was pregnant at the same time and that child and I were born within two weeks of each other. Later, both families returned to the UK and settled at opposite ends of the country. Later still I went to university in the midlands, where one of the first friends I made turned out to have gone to school with that child. What are the odds, I wonder?

I needed up in both the same ballet school and same form group at secondary school as the girl I'd been accidentally swapped with on the materity ward when we were both 1 day old (although we'd both only moved around within a few newrby towns, so the odds weren't that tiny). More surprising was the Swedish woman I worked with in Greece 1 year and then the following year randomly met on the Green Park Tube platform.

I love all these coincidence stories!

On a different note, what is a little brown bird a bit bigger and darker than a house sparrow, sort of speckled brown colour? There's a pair of them bringing twigs into our hedge. Google images of dunnocks seem to show them as lighter in colour than sparrows.

Wow! You were a changeling, Bint?!?

My parents were total bridge addicts (the game, not the structures), and were playing at their usual Hertfordshire club one night when they saw a couple they’d played with/against when we lived in Thailand in the 1960s!

Teeny tiny world.

Only for about 10 minutes. It was the age of babies being kept in the nursery and wheeled back to the mother for feeding avery 4 hours. MaBint was brought the wrong one, refused the nurse's reassurance that of course this was her baby and it was perfectly normal for new mothers to be a bit confused, (MaBint has a Very Hard Stare, I suspect the nurse n question still gets twinges from it now), and marched down the ward to find the right one and swap back.

Subsequent family resemblances on both sides proved she was right.

Amazing! We know babies know and seek their mother’s smell when they’re born; do mothers have the same ability, I wonder?

I was idly chatting on a thread at the place which shall not be mentioned and discovered that I went to the same primary school as one of the good guys there ... in 50s/60s Singapore. We weren't there at the same time, though. Less surprisingly, I came across the two class bullies from that school at a school in Yorkshire. They were still vile, but I knew the childhood nicknames they had abandoned and quietly made it clear that I was prepared to use them.

This house is certainly "a look" - https://www.rightmove.co.uk/properties/134008727#/?channel=RES_BUY

For some strange reason, the first thought that came into my head watching that was 'paintball'!

I wanna see what’s inside the Wendy house!

That house layout/exterior is exactly like so many houses I and my friends have lived in.

…not the decoration, obviously, which reminds me of an Austin Powers shag-pad.

I feel grudging admiration for the dedication to a consistent style.

Yes, not my taste but I admire their ability to realise a vision.

I mean, I like the outside...

That house reminds me of a shop in town that sells expensive tat, but as said above, they stuck with their 'vision'.

Some nice planting in the garden though.

And at least it's not wall to wall grey.