Paul, I have re-read your original post. Please believe me when I say this is probably not your last cat. There are many moggies out there that need all of our help. You understand the tumultuous anxiety these friends of ours are going through. We deliver them a sanctuary, love and of course food.
This week a friend of ours had extreme fighting in their multi cat home ( a build up over time). The trouble maker is a gorgeous silver chinchilla much in the vein of our recently passed Mickey. Will my two remaining Maine Coons accept him? He is settling in ok and only time will tell.
Yes; her indoors is now in her 70’s and I am the retired toy boy!
My ideal is, do not buy from breeders, rehome those that do not settle elsewhere!
Bob, the less than brain full
Paul, I have re-read your original post. Please believe me when I say this is probably not your last cat. There are many moggies out there that need all of our help. You understand the tumultuous anxiety these friends of ours are going through. We deliver them a sanctuary, love and of course food.
This week a friend of ours had extreme fighting in their multi cat home ( a build up over time). The trouble maker is a gorgeous silver chinchilla much in the vein of our recently passed Mickey. Will my two remaining Maine Coons accept him? He is settling in ok and only time will tell.
Yes; her indoors is now in her 70’s and I am the retired toy boy!
My ideal is, do not buy from breeders, rehome those that do not settle elsewhere!
Bob, the less than brain full
Paul, you are not alone. Many of us here on this website and from afar have the bitter fears of never having done enough. Outside our house there are 4 pots under each rose is a cremated part of our family.
Chilly god rest his soul was with us for over 8 years. He rests under a rose called ‘remember me’ he was an unloved red tabby Persian who was scalped cos no one knew how to groom him. A character through and through. We hopefully gave him love and care. My missus and I still miss him greatly.
Next to him is Jasper. One of two cats we rehomed from North Wales. Jasper was a massive red tabby 9kg Maine Coon. Human interaction was his thing. Lie across your chest and a paw would tap your cheek. Hey I’m still here. Unfortunately after removal of a bad tooth, he developed a massive Liver Failure(anaesthetic who knows!). The vet sent him home to die. 11 months later he caught a penetrating virus and we said enough was enough. The vets and staff were magnificent. The rose is called ‘Perfect Pet’.
His compatriot was a black smoke Maine Coon. Mr Indy was the world’s most gentle giant. Never provoked no matter what, this cat stands head and shoulders above all that we have looked after in over 40 years. Never one to eat properly, we spent a lot of vet money to find out why. Totally beaten when he developed cancer of the cheek. 6 weeks later he could not eat at all. God bless him he lies beneath a rose ‘Moment in time’
Many years ago we rehomed a cream Persian called Mickey. This boy was found scavenging on the streets of London and thought to be about 4 year old. This man was full of character. Part moggie part Persian he was magic. He stayed with us for 16 years. He rests below a rose of the year ‘ Joie de virve’.
When we lost Chilli we realised that Mickey was pinning himself into an early grave. We found a Golden Persian, Percy, who needed a home. This cat had the most adorable doe eyes but hated being groomed. By the time he had reached the ancient age of 16, through fair or foul we awoke one morning to find he had no use of his back quarter. A stroke or something more before; we do not know. He rests with his mate Mickey.
When you have held a cat to drink and pee before his final dispatch to a better life you realise that you are there for them. It is their house and they eventually cross the inevitable Rainbow bridge!
Paul, you are not alone. Many of us here on this website and from afar have the bitter fears of never having done enough. Outside our house there are 4 pots under each rose is a cremated part of our family.
Chilly god rest his soul was with us for over 8 years. He rests under a rose called ‘remember me’ he was an unloved red tabby Persian who was scalped cos no one knew how to groom him. A character through and through. We hopefully gave him love and care. My missus and I still miss him greatly.
Next to him is Jasper. One of two cats we rehomed from North Wales. Jasper was a massive red tabby 9kg Maine Coon. Human interaction was his thing. Lie across your chest and a paw would tap your cheek. Hey I’m still here. Unfortunately after removal of a bad tooth, he developed a massive Liver Failure(anaesthetic who knows!). The vet sent him home to die. 11 months later he caught a penetrating virus and we said enough was enough. The vets and staff were magnificent. The rose is called ‘Perfect Pet’.
His compatriot was a black smoke Maine Coon. Mr Indy was the world’s most gentle giant. Never provoked no matter what, this cat stands head and shoulders above all that we have looked after in over 40 years. Never one to eat properly, we spent a lot of vet money to find out why. Totally beaten when he developed cancer of the cheek. 6 weeks later he could not eat at all. God bless him he lies beneath a rose ‘Moment in time’
Many years ago we rehomed a cream Persian called Mickey. This boy was found scavenging on the streets of London and thought to be about 4 year old. This man was full of character. Part moggie part Persian he was magic. He stayed with us for 16 years. He rests below a rose of the year ‘ Joie de virve’.
When we lost Chilli we realised that Mickey was pinning himself into an early grave. We found a Golden Persian, Percy, who needed a home. This cat had the most adorable doe eyes but hated being groomed. By the time he had reached the ancient age of 16, through fair or foul we awoke one morning to find he had no use of his back quarter. A stroke or something more before; we do not know. He rests with his mate Mickey.
When you have held a cat to drink and pee before his final dispatch to a better life you realise that you are there for them. It is their house and they eventually cross the inevitable Rainbow bridge!
Has anyone ever costed means testing. Manpower, infrastructure, paperwork, postage, administration; against just paying the basic going rate to everyone? Would be interesting to compare realities!
Has anyone ever costed means testing. Manpower, infrastructure, paperwork, postage, administration; against just paying the basic going rate to everyone? Would be interesting to compare realities!
Perhaps we are a bit hard on our poor BBC. But there again they fell a long way short of what we would normally like to expect. Up to a point I enjoyed their commentary and then started shouting at the tv. Her indoors who must always be obeyed at all times, said ‘I knew you would pick faults’
Yes I left the mob many years ago, but you always fixed the jet before going to sleep. Then it was ready for the 2 winged master race to do what they are paid to do! Mr Engineering Officer please do not go to war until you have learnt to do what you are paid many squillions to do. Your Eng Warrant Officer is the man to follow.
Unfortunately you only have a Flight Sergeant for guidance and unless they had the monstrous years in rank that I had, their guidance may fall short of a full quid! Filter change is a task that is awkward but achievable in a couple of hours. Not a show stopper. Filter change used to be a circus (flying engineers) achievable task. Where did they go so wrong, or was this pure dramatization.
Still I await the next episode to blow to pieces or not!
Hey a wokka display may be!!!!!
If you are still out there Kev, a quick update to confirm that already posted:
No.7 SQUADRON
Badge: On a hurt seven mullets of six points forming a representation of the constellation Ursa Major
The Crest, signed by King George VI was presented in June 1939. The constellation Ursa Major has formed part of a shield used by the Squadron since 1926. The seven star constellation was introduced at the time the Squadron became a night as well as day bomber.
NO. 22 SQUADRON
Badge: On a Torteau, a Maltese Cross throughout, overall a ‘pi’ fimbriated; approved by King Edward V11 in May 1936. The Greek sign for ‘pi’ denotes the Squadron’s service in France with the 7th Wing during the First World War when pilots used to take off over the Wing HQ. Thus 22 over 7, known mathematically as ‘pi’, was subsequently incorporated into the badge; the unit was in Malta when the badge was designed hence the inclusion of the Cross.
AAIB report states all times UTC (GMT). Coordinated Universal Time (UTC) is the basis for civil time today. This 24-hour time standard is kept using highly precise atomic clocks combined with the Earth’s rotation.
Sad though it may be, but I am totally fascinated by the technology utilised in today’s accident investigation..
A stunning piece of fabrication/renovation etc!
Anyone who has dabbled with Helicoil, will understand and appreciate the deft touch required.
Lovely to see this regeneration and ask that any visitors contribute to the project and the museum.
How the Barra project descended into this debacle defies belief. An understanding of the ‘Sir Humphries’ give this credibility; but it is so sad. Have they learnt nothing? Apparently not!
BAe had the original drawings back in 1980. We had a copy to finish WW397 (N-E) now in New Zealand. Where they went I haven’t a clue. BAe history section may well help you out.
If you are looking for an approximate placing and size then please take up TO23’s offer.
Bob
WD40 is a reasonably good penetrating oil. Unfortunately it dries very quickly (so is not a lasting lubricant) and can, on operational aircraft work loose tucker pop rivets. My experience was rebuilding Varsity backbend’s including the inevitable Racasan spillage!
Jodel FREED! 11.30 ish today and on his way home.
I would personally like to thank the terrible trio for their time and effort in keeping this forum going. To misquote someone who I have forgotten their name” you three are a right pair if ever I saw one”!
To add to this thread, from the Sunday Times this week I found out that Weetabix in its British form started in 1932 and has just started to crack the Chinese market. Doubt it will help their economy but!
Bob
I would personally like to thank the terrible trio for their time and effort in keeping this forum going. To misquote someone who I have forgotten their name” you three are a right pair if ever I saw one”!
To add to this thread, from the Sunday Times this week I found out that Weetabix in its British form started in 1932 and has just started to crack the Chinese market. Doubt it will help their economy but!
Bob