I've either got a rather menacing cold or absolutely awful hayfever, I can't decide. Either way -

Hope you find some motivation soon, Nicki.

Think it went ok. I don't care what mark I get, I just want a pass!

Take an antihistamine and see whether it does anything. Although, that might not be that reliable - I find them useless sometimes.

I think I need to do 10 minute sessions, and just play to get me back into it...

"Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned
Nor h*** a fury like a woman scorned"

...and no-one behaves like such a idiot as a man scorned...

hey!! what's amused you F#m ?
the dodgy spelling/grammar?

or something else behind it? You are line-reading, between the.... ??

so I made a typing error - sue me

a couple of days or so of really summery weather, warm, clear skies....

and now the antidote.. cool, overcast and rain.

Must mean it's the weekend - Wimbledon and Silverstone!

This is Your Life was a good programme when the guest was a genuine surprise.

Then they went and spoiled it by putting in the TV listings things that gave the game away.

*cue sad violin music*

Why, oh why is 'Jif' now called 'Cif'...

It's been called Cif for years now, Barry - you can't get through much of it if you've only just discovered the change of name!

I believe it's something to do with marketing it in different countries where Jif perhaps doesn't mean anything, but Cif does. Once a product is established here, they can afford to change the name because of brand loyalty, but to get something going abroad, they needed a snappier name in that language.

I know BM - still grates with me though!...

Yes, I *think* in foreign countries it might have always have been Cif.

Courtesy of Wikipedia:

Cif is a brand of cleaning products by Unilever, known as Jif in Australia, New Zealand, and the Nordic countries.

The product was known as Jif in Great Britain, Ireland, the Netherlands and Hong Kong until 2001 when the name was changed to Cif in order to harmonise marketing and product inventories across the continent, though British advertisements stated that the change was made because Hispanics and France couldn't pronounce Jif properly (it's pronounced 'hif' in Castilian).[citation needed]

In Sweden and Great Britain the products were sold under the name Vim before this was changed to Jif - the name Cif thought to be too reminiscent of syphilis to English speakers.[citation needed]

In Belgium and Portugal, the product was known as Vim for quite some time, after which it became Cif. In Canada and India, it is still called Vim. In Germany, the cleaner's name is Viss. To add to the confusion, in Turkey the product's name Cif is pronounced 'Jif'.

Thanks Nicki!

Still prefer 'Jif' to 'Cif'...

do you remember when it was 'Vim'?
came in cardboard dispensers - so that when you kept it in the bathroom it got damp and you had to buy more before you had used it all up! Marketing ploy?


I agree Barry... you can't do the cleaning "in a cif" can you? Or get it done in a "ciffy" !

? it's been quiet on here for about two and a half hours....
is nobody about?

where are you all on a Sunday morning?

Those with duties will have been at church, and the rest will have been divided between Ikea and bed, the lucky Bs!

I certainly didn't travel for 4 hours to be in Ikea this morning, and neither have I been in bed! I'm not entirely sure what I've been doing.

hmmm, Ikea... the very essence of a love/hate relationship encapsulated in one word...

You were an honoury member of the congregation, communicating as you were...



Do you go to Ikea much, Skylark?

My sister asked me to get something from there a few weeks ago, but it turned out not to be what she wanted so I had to take it back (25 minute wait ) and then go and get the right thing. I really hate going there, but as I walk round I have to reluctantly concede that they have some really funky stuff there, much of which is dirt cheap and on the occasions when I've meandered instead of (trying to) get straight in and out, I've come out with a load of stuff that I'd never thought of buying before I went in (a bit like Lakeland)

I take it it's your favourite habitat (ooh no, that's a different shop isn't it...)

Well, if his lava lamp collection is anything to go by...

*makes hasty retreat!*

I do enjoy going there, and buying things I don't need and then thinking what to do with them when I get home. A while ago, I bought a little old-fashioned wind-up alarm clock. It was very loud, and my dad kept putting it in strategic locations and making it go off during the day. This annoyed me, and for some reason I don't seem to have been back since...

You do right to make a hasty retreat! I'll have you know that Ikea doesn't sell lava lamps, and I wouldn't buy them from there even if they did! I'll have to take you sometime - maybe they sell French verbs!!!

Hey!

Oh come on!

Well, what's more sad? Lamps or verbs?

Tough call.

I agree! Radish?

Radish.

"sorted"

got away - escaped !

from where?

Lamps - verbs are lovely


a long story, but if I were religiously inclined I think I should say... 'from the clutches of Evil'
but then that sounds a little dramatic - or does it?

Gosh, sounds dramatic!

I suppose it is a bit.... watch out for the novel!! then the film...


sorry must go now - back later

Apparently, watching someone play clarinet and flute while balancing a paper plate of cream (Upside down) on their head is highly amusing. Can't think why!

I got bitten by a DUCK today If something's going to bite you, it may as well be something impressive like a shark or lion or something...not a DUCK!!!

presumably, though, there are more ducks in Cambridge than there are lions and sharks?
no passing through polar bears perhaps... ?

It was a swiss duck

how does one recognise a Swiss duck?


does it yodel ?

well, it may not have been a swiss duck, but it was in Switzerland, so i'd have thought that it probably was swiss.

It may have been an illegal immigrant!

I know someone who was bitten by a mole. He went to the doctor to see if he should be worried about rabies, but the doctor just fell of his chair laughing.

Oh please no... I spent far too much time last week discussing what a Jersey cow was doing in (presumably) Austrian mountains in "An Austrain went Yodelling"


Yes, I know I'm strange

isn't a Jersey cow, a type/breed of cow, not where it lives?
like a Canada goose... some of them round here..

Oh... my bad Spose that makes sense then really

Ha, ha, just doing that one with my Junior Choir !

Great fun .