Mary Queen of Scots was 6ft tall.
MrsDoyle
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Cake day: June 13th, 2023
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5·24 hours agohttps://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/29159583/
Artificial sweeteners appear to change the host microbiome, lead to decreased satiety, and alter glucose homeostasis, and are associated with increased caloric consumption and weight gain.
3·24 hours ago
How do you “borrow” a cigarette?
I took it to mean she’s a mature adult, not a teenager.
4·1 day agoApart from the urinal. Plain steel, no embellishment. And the sauna - plain wood, not even a carving or a ceramic tile.
1·2 days agoIngredients
1/2 cup mayonnaise ▢ 1/2 cup sour cream ▢ 1/2 cup buttermilk or regular milk ▢ ¾ – 1 teaspoon dried dill weed ▢ 1/2 teaspoon dried parsley ▢ 1/2 teaspoon dried chives ▢ 1/4 teaspoon onion powder ▢ 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder ▢ 1/4 teaspoon fine sea salt ▢ 1/8 teaspoon finely cracked pepper ▢ freshly squeezed lemon juice to taste approximately 1-3 teaspoons, adjust to taste
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Well that was easy. I’m used to the fiendish “Wall” from the the UK quiz show Only Connect.
What actually is “ranch”? I mean, what is the flavour? It’s not a thing in the UK.
Olives. Growing up poor in New Zealand in the 1950s/60s my only exposure to olives was in American magazines. You’d see a martini with a green olive in it. It looked sophisticated and was surely delicious.
Fast forward to my parents’ silver wedding anniversary, which they celebrated with a family meal at a very fancy Italian restaurant. I would have been ten or so, first time in a restaurant. I was thrilled to see dishes of green olives on the table. At last, I’d get to eat one!
I put that olive in my mouth and tasted something overwhelmingly vile, alien, disgusting. I faked a coughing fit and spat it into a napkin. So sophisticated!
These days I eat handfuls of olives - green, black, stuffed, whatever. Kalamata is my favourite. Yum!
8·4 days agoSomeone told them they’d get brain cancer.
Seriously though, a lot of us olds have our phones Bluetoothed to our hearing aids. So at least with us you only get to hear one side of the conversation. “I’M ON THE BUS!”
I accidentally triggered Gemini while taking a close-up photo of something in my hand. It threw up a nearly full-screen “how can I help?” message. I muttered “fuck off”, and the message now read, “I’m sorry you feel that way…” Oh my god no. NO. Gemini now disabled.
3·6 days agoWell that was a wild ride! I’d never heard of this guy, let alone Greco-Buddhism. Fascinating.Thanks PugJesus for bringing it all to my attention.
35·6 days agoMy knee replacement was carried out with an epidural pain block, plus sedation. I came down from cloud nine briefly to wonder why someone was doing renovations while surgery was in progress - then realised all the drilling and hammering was my new joint going in. Phew! Back to lala land…
I got my first bread machine second-hand on eBay, for a fraction of the price of a new one. When that gave up the ghost I found a replacement machine even cheaper in a charity shop. It’s the sort of thing people buy or are given, and it ends up shoved in a cupboard. They are sold on cheaply, often hardly used.
I make a simple wholemeal loaf every week: bread flour, yeast, a little fat (oil or butter), a little salt. I leave it to bake overnight and wake to a wonderful smell. It’s better bread than supermarket stuff and works out cheaper, even using premium flours. I’m too lazy to go through all the kneading, proving etc; having a machine do it for me is perfect.
Box of birds!
Looked after a friend’s cat one time and was woken by it licking my eyelids. Very effective but not recommended.
Where I am the cost of water is rolled into the local authority tax. It’s not metered, so it feels free. It’s pretty good water too.
2·9 days agoOne of the captured NK soldiers said he thought he was going to Russia for training.
Another perspective, from a woman in her 70s. It’s lovely that you’re being so thoughtful. But this whole thread reminds me of a train journey I made a little while ago. A young man took a seat next to an older woman, maybe in her 60s. For a hundred miles or so he told her loudly about his life - university, sports, ambitions. She got off at her station, “lovely to meet you” etc. He then phoned a friend and told them, “Yes I’m on the train, just been chatting to an old dear, keeping her company…”
All of us “old dears” in the vicinity were smirking and side-eyeing each other, it was hilarious. My point is, are you sure she’s decrepit? I’d be a little taken back if someone did chores for me unbidden, however well motivated. And although I live alone, I’m not lonely. I’m not criticising your kind impulses, just warning you against being a touch patronising.