WBMT.....What baffled me today

it was reduced from £90 to £38 so, I bought one and put it in the attic . Today, I retrieved it and can now resume my daily cup of coffee.
I call that a right result (y)

The trouble is if I tried that, a few years down the line, I'd have forgotten it was there, and bought another :D
 
Yesterday our Bosch /Tassimo coffee machine (uses coffee pods) carried on spewing the cofffee out of the pod holder despite me taking the nozzle etc out and giving it all a clean.It wasn't blocked,anyway. Two years three months ago (as per the receipt) it was reduced from £90 to £38 so, I bought one and put it in the attic . Today, I retrieved it and can now resume my daily cup of coffee.

I did the same with the Delonghi (4-slot) toaster we have..It cost £90 and we got it reduced to £50 at Currys. We have another, also in the attic, we got at that reduced price. Today they are £109. Every now and then they come on offer at that price BUT never when your own breaks down :D

It's a great way of saving money because these items don't seem to last as long as they used to. Best to try them at the time of purchase, though..re the guarantee.


John, I had a similar problem with ours so I replaced the nozzle assembly which solved the problem. MiL had an intermittent issue which turned out to be her putting the pods in wonky...
 
John, I had a similar problem with ours so I replaced the nozzle assembly which solved the problem. MiL had an intermittent issue which turned out to be her putting the pods in wonky...

Oh...I better try that,then. I didn't realise I could get parts like that. We better take the new one to Scotland ,though(holiday) because ...well, you know about sod's law :D

Just checked. Several companies have it at £9-12.

Thanks.
 
I usually get them from the big river, purely for ease and their reliability. Make sure you get the right one - there are 2 or 3 options.
 
I'm sort of baffled by this but I suppose I can also sort of begin to understand...

A neighbour died recently and Mrs WW is now behaving oddly, she closes the blinds and even then wont sit or eat in the room she normally uses which faces the house. I've tried talking to her about this and the upshot is that she's adamant that she doesn't believe in ghosts but she doesn't want to see that house... or live in a house that someone has died in. This just seems baffling to me. Don't believe in ghosts but don't want to see the house in case one looks out at you? And, if someone hasn't died in a house what about the land it's built on? What awful things could or would have happened on the land over the years? I know other people with similar views and fears, people who deny the possibility of the existence of anything supernatural but are frightened at the very mention of anything like that.

I can sort of understand it but the thought that anyone can be frightened of something they insist they don't believe in is still a bit baffling.

Oh well...
 
I'm sort of baffled by this but I suppose I can also sort of begin to understand...

A neighbour died recently and Mrs WW is now behaving oddly, she closes the blinds and even then wont sit or eat in the room she normally uses which faces the house. I've tried talking to her about this and the upshot is that she's adamant that she doesn't believe in ghosts but she doesn't want to see that house... or live in a house that someone has died in. This just seems baffling to me. Don't believe in ghosts but don't want to see the house in case one looks out at you? And, if someone hasn't died in a house what about the land it's built on? What awful things could or would have happened on the land over the years? I know other people with similar views and fears, people who deny the possibility of the existence of anything supernatural but are frightened at the very mention of anything like that.

I can sort of understand it but the thought that anyone can be frightened of something they insist they don't believe in is still a bit baffling.

Oh well...
Isn’t this something like Feng shui where orientation of houses, doorways etc are important? I don’t know much about it but it sounds more like a belief in ‘lines of force’ than ghosts.
 
Isn’t this something like Feng shui where orientation of houses, doorways etc are important? I don’t know much about it but it sounds more like a belief in ‘lines of force’ than ghosts.

Sadly it's deffo a supernatural thing and not feng shui which she's never expressed any interest in. She likes things modern, clutter free and surfaces preferably shiny white but that's all.

She was fine with the blinds being open and eating in that room until the death. I noticed she was drawing the blinds but I didn't link that to the death until she started refusing to eat in the room and it was then that I asked her why. TBH death in a location doesn't bother me and even if it did reasoning that someone has probably died on every square foot if you go back long enough would be my way of getting over it.

It's an odd one and I hope she drops it. She's off to Thailand for 2 months tomorrow and I hope she's forgot all about it when she comes back as there's nothing I can say to her at the moment, no reasoning seems to hit home.

This sort of reminds me when I worked out of a government department installation which was reputedly haunted and some of the guys got very jittery and refused to go certain places in the dark (we were below ground level so it could be pitch back and you literally couldn't see your hand in front of your face until you got to the light switch.) It never bothered me and I thought it odd that rugged northern types would be frightened. In that place I did have three unexplained things happen but all were in good light and non frightened me in the slightest. I'm the sort who hears a bump in the night and has to investigate so maybe I just don't follow the logic or reasoning of people who are bothered :D
 
I'm sort of baffled by this but I suppose I can also sort of begin to understand...

A neighbour died recently and Mrs WW is now behaving oddly, she closes the blinds and even then wont sit or eat in the room she normally uses which faces the house. I've tried talking to her about this and the upshot is that she's adamant that she doesn't believe in ghosts but she doesn't want to see that house... or live in a house that someone has died in. This just seems baffling to me. Don't believe in ghosts but don't want to see the house in case one looks out at you? And, if someone hasn't died in a house what about the land it's built on? What awful things could or would have happened on the land over the years? I know other people with similar views and fears, people who deny the possibility of the existence of anything supernatural but are frightened at the very mention of anything like that.

I can sort of understand it but the thought that anyone can be frightened of something they insist they don't believe in is still a bit baffling.

Oh well...

I seem to remember that your wife is Thai? We lived in Hong Kong for a few years, and I think that a belief in ghosts, spirits and the supernatural is deeply embedded into most SE Asian cultures. I remember a Chinese girlfriend from those days, a Westernised and well educated young woman, who saw no conflict between her Christian faith and belief in the Chinese traditions and gods. They existed in parallel in her mind, and were both respected. She summed it up by saying 'Yes, I am a Christian, but this is China and our culture is older ...' or words to that effect. IIRC this was when we were at the Yu Lan (Ghost) Festival, which is celebrated throughout SE Asia. The link is for the Wiki, which isn't necessarily the best explanation, but it'll save a lot of writing: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghost_Festival.

I know quite a lot of people who maintain that they don't believe in ghosts, but enjoy books and movies about ghosts because they can be a bit scary. There probably wouldn't be any point in reading/watching them if they weren't, but it does also raise the question of why would you bother if you don't believe in the underlying premise, so can't possibly get a scare out of them.

I really wouldn't worry about this Alan. I suspect your wife does, on some level, still have a belief in the supernatural but prefers not to discuss it? Does this make any sort of sense? I'm sure she will take any steps that she considers necessary for her peace of mind while she is in Thailand, and will return entirely back to her old self! :)
 
I really wouldn't worry about this Alan. I suspect your wife does, on some level, still have a belief in the supernatural but prefers not to discuss it? Does this make any sort of sense? I'm sure she will take any steps that she considers necessary for her peace of mind while she is in Thailand, and will return entirely back to her old self! :)

I'm sure that's it.

Yes she's Thai. She says she doesn't believe in anything odd like ghosts or aliens or anything like that but she enjoys horror films to the point of scaring herself and did tell me about people seeing "shadows" at the place she used to work so I think she does believe but says she doesn't as she's frightened. Stranger still is that she knows the previous owner died in that house and that the recent death is the second. The first didn't bother her but this one did? A bit baffling but all based on an irrational fear I suppose.

Hopefully she'll have got over it when she gets back as not being able to eat breakfast in a room in daylight because you can see a house out of the window seems extreme to me and at the mo I have no real idea how to help her get over it.
 
but enjoy books and movies about ghosts because they can be a bit scary.
I can't be bothered with "scary" films but rather enjoy the films from Studio Ghibli and others which deal with ghosts in an amusing way. Channel Four put on a season of "Chinese Ghost films" several years ago, which I found very enjoyable, again because they were mostly comedies.
 
That moment when you open the washing machine door to a snow storm,
and yet you are absolutely certain you searched every pocket of every item for tissues :rolleyes:
 
I always blame Mrs Nod for that!
 
That moment when you open the washing machine door to a snow storm,
and yet you are absolutely certain you searched every pocket of every item for tissues :rolleyes:

If ever there was a truism that is it.:)
 
That moment when you open the washing machine door to a snow storm,
and yet you are absolutely certain you searched every pocket of every item for tissues :rolleyes:

Or the moment you have set the washing machine going, its filled up and you find an item that fell on the floor as you were putting clothes in.

Dave
 
Not really baffling, more a surprise, I recently swapped car insurers, via compare the meerkat.
I have just received an email from "Kevin" telling me he has validated my claimed NCD.
Not that it matters, I didn't lie.

But that is the first time in many years I have been asked for proof.
Thankfully my last insurer had already sent me the details.
 
I see that I like a nice Chianti.

News to me :D

I do like a Bulmers Original Cider but not too much. One bottle gives 4 wine glasses full :D

Oh, and some of my ancestors were farm labourers so the cider might tie in nicely :D

View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zwwqEm5YhQ
 
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Arrh, Scrumpy. It was tenpence (old 10d) a pint on draft in the Union bar when I was a student.. Looked more like soup ;).
 
When I was a lot younger I drank Woodpecker and Strongbow. I remember one dinner time break from college trying to drink a crate of Woodpecker at hte pub but I didn't manage it.
 
Thankfully my last insurer had already sent me the details.
I have a theory - and it is only a theory - that anything to do with financial products is under so much scrutiny these days that everyone is under pressure to cross every "t" and dot every "i".

So many people send and receive most documentation electronically that there's almost no direct cost in sending out ten documents where one is already too many. :headbang:
 
Arrh, Scrumpy. It was tenpence (old 10d) a pint on draft in the Union bar when I was a student.. Looked more like soup ;).

Hmm, I remember a wicked Snakebite involving 50:50 Carlsberg Special and cider when I was a student. When I say remember, I am using the word loosely of course ...
 
I was so sick after drinking draught cider after several pints of lager that I had to take 3 days off work. Just the smell of cider today still makes me feel queasy, and this happened 45 years ago!
 
I see that I like a nice Chianti.
You was the one that said you was going to eat your wife ( or was it cook?) :p


that anything to do with financial products is under so much scrutiny these days that everyone is under pressure to cross every "t" and dot every "i".
That's a possibility.
 
You was the one that said you was going to eat your wife ( or was it cook?) :p



That's a possibility.

Ha! So that's where it came from! I understand now and just to show there's no hard feelings about the new handle I'll be inviting you to dinner so that I can enjoy your company. Bring some fava beans will you?

:D
 
I was so sick after drinking draught cider after several pints of lager that I had to take 3 days off work. Just the smell of cider today still makes me feel queasy, and this happened 45 years ago!

I worked in a pub for a while and I got so I didn't like the smell of beer and lager and after that for years I only had the odd glass of wine with a meal but not chianti. Fast forward years and I watched an episode on Inside The Factory and they showed you how Bulmers make cider and I thought "Hmmm. I'll give that a try" and I now drink half a small bottle a week, that's two wine glasses.
 
Hmm, I remember a wicked Snakebite involving 50:50 Carlsberg Special and cider when I was a student. When I say remember, I am using the word loosely of course ...

I have vague memories of drinking what became known as "Mindf***" - Snakebite and blackcurrant using Special Brew as the lager component and 1080 as the cider. The other name for it was a Brain Haemorrhage due to the fact that the head tended to curdle and look like a bloody brain.

Being a Devon boy, I have a healthy respect for cider that can't be seen through - still available from some farms if you know the right wrong people!!!
 
Being a Devon boy, I have a healthy respect for cider that can't be seen through - still available from some farms if you know the right wrong people!!!
A very long time ago I knew a bloke over Silverton way who did a fine line in Scrumpy - one pint and you were over the limit and into the ditch!

Names will not be released, in order to protect the guilty... :naughty:

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Aspalls is my choice - lovely cider!

Our local is selling Inchs - bit sweet but perfectly drinkable.
 
Aspalls is my choice - lovely cider!

Our local is selling Inchs - bit sweet but perfectly drinkable.

Agree. A chilled Aspall's Premier Cru on a hot day in summer is superb.

Dave
 
I have vague memories of drinking what became known as "Mindf***" - Snakebite and blackcurrant using Special Brew as the lager component and 1080 as the cider.
The worse thing I ever did, one evening, was to drink Pernod and Red Bull.
( I'd run out of coke)
3 O'clock in the morning, and I was still bouncing off the walls :D
 
In my younger days I and others used to get falling down drunk at dinner time at college. I still passed my exams :D Dunno about the others.

Happy days :D
 
The worse thing I ever did, one evening, was to drink Pernod and Red Bull.
( I'd run out of coke)
3 O'clock in the morning, and I was still bouncing off the walls :D

Coke can do that too - allegedly!!! (Just ask Keef...)

I do like Pernod - or, indeed, any of the aniseed flavoured spirits. Started with lemonade as the mixer but now prefer still water, added slowly as the level in the glass drops! The landlady at the place we stay almost brims the glass so the Ouzo starts off diluted only by the ice melt...
 
I started drinking Pastis (a Pernod rival) when I was 14! I was staying at a hotel in Cannes and every afternoon would sit in the lobby lounge after coming from the beach. I saw others ordering this drink, which I thought was a non-alcoholic fruit drink due to it being cloudy. So one day I asked for one. Nobody questioned my age! It became a daily ritual for the rest of the holiday. My French host family didn't bat an eyelid. This was back in 1966
 
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