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  • Sounds like mould to me. Probably won't kill you, but ewwww.

  • I will mark your grave with a croissant.

  • They'll find a way - too much salt, too much fat, too much sugar, not enough fibre - take your pick.

  • Compost heaps really are the gift that keeps on giving.

  • Monday discovery time. The top of my compost heap is thickly lined with tomato seedlings. Dunno what sort - might be punnet of cherry toms I chucked in there late last summer. Yay free seedlings.

  • Until your doctor finds out and refers you to a dietician.

  • Oven temp conversion would be my guess here. Also translating cup measures but I'm sure you're up to speed with those.

  • Lots of these - with big machines to chop metal things up into smaller bits. Until recently there was one in Weston St in Brunswick - just near Barkly Square and next door to the Comanchero Bikie Gang headquarters. Not a coincidence I think.

  • Professional scrap metal thieves, like the ones that steal the copper cables from railway crossings to sell.

  • I'll give you a hand iyl. How about you do the fridge stuff and I'll sort the pantry stuff?

  • Thank you very kindly. Trade goods rating AAAAA++. Should be able to swap for tomato seedlings at the very least.

  • Eggs. Local colesworth was fresh out of them last night. 1 doz of the largest size with the longest useby date please.

  • Also the benches in the House of Commons are required to be the length of two swords held extended at minimum apart - to stop the Honourable Members stabbing each other in the heat of debate.
    Well, no one makes laws/rules about flying to the moon with brown paper bags for wings, so there must have been at least one incident where keeping the Honourable Members apart was important.

  • Not quite. It's the Yorkshire term for meatballs. Not bundled at all but each individually wrapped in caul fat.

  • Not to mention the Yorkshire dish of f*ggots in gravy. Not what you think it is.

  • Can I have one of those, two of those, one of those and 5 cents worth of aniseed balls. (The local milkbar proprietor hated all kids under 10 with a passion that can only be generated by a mixed lolly bar).