Nothing has come through on d-i-y since 20 November and then only a reply
from Roger to something about CH.
Not even a brief post I sent.
Please can someone let me know if this has arrived, by mail if necessary.
Let me see if I can paraphrase the situation you faced......
You aren't getting any. For some reason whatever it was you were
attempting to get it from you decided to change the settings. I don't
quite understand the bit about alphabetical order so you'll have to
explain that further I think.
Which all goes to show - if it ain't broke don't fix it! ;)
The important thing for the listeners of this thread is that you are
now getting it again, or so it seems...... ;)
No, I didn't make a conscious decision. However, I'm only human (despite
opinions to the contrary) and anyone can make a mistake. It only needs a
Oh, don't worry your pretty little head about it (I'm quoting something else
I don't understand ... )
I prefer, "If it ain't broke - break it." Sums me up anyway.
Yes and I'm very grateful. I was experiencing withdrawal symptoms and only
the memory of the Northern Meet (at which you were mentioned) satisfied me.
Oh joy ...
But as you say, it's all here again and I can sleep easy in my bed.
Well, I was beginning to wonder too ... according to some on this ng a woman
can come to a lot of harm with NaOH.
I never did :-(
But there most certainly wasn't any funny stuff on Saddleworth Moor.
On Fri, 21 Nov 2003 23:56:25 -0000, "Mary Fisher"
There was about 40 years ago. However that's far from a joking matter
for the parents of the children concerned, and may the perpetrators of
those nasty deeds rot in hell for eternity.
I know what you mean. Hearing the test of the siren for Broadmoor
every Monday morning at 1000 is a reminder of it housing some of the
most unpleasant people from our society.
To email, substitute .nospam with .gl
We hear the siren too. I've always wondered just how effective it
If one of the divots got out of Broadmoor I don't know that the sirens
would do much good for the local population. It feels like a hangover
from the last great war where sirens would sound to alert the people
to an impending bombing raid.
Someone who had been inside Broadmoor (as a staff member, not a
resident!) told me once that they have to be really careful where the
inmates are concerned. Some of them know how to twist your mind etc.
Reminds me of Silence Of The Lambs.
On Sat, 22 Nov 2003 17:10:15 -0000, "Mary Fisher"
You surely aren't old enough to hear the 2nd World War sirens?
Oops! Sorry, a bit too much wine with my evening meal tonight. I
really shouldn't be asking a lady about her age......hic! ;)
Ah but, as I've said many times, I'm not a lady. Don't apologise.
I was born in 1939 - before the war began. I didn't know anything else. I
think of that when I hear of wars in other countries which have gone on for,
sometimes, generations. It's the only way of life some people know - and not
There, that should sober you. It takes the zest off my Muscadet ...
I know. I can never pass that area on the M62 without a cold feeling.
It's worse, of course, when on the Moor - but you can't keep away from an
area because of its horrific history, there'd be nowhere left to go.
Mine was born around that time but in Harrogate. Not the place one usually
associates with that sort of funny stuff ...
She's still alive but now lives at the other side of the hill. Now there's a
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