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Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
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Plaster board and dust
So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...
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Aaaaagh!!! This morning, when I went into the bathroom for a shower, there was a spider already there - not in the shower but perched non...
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When all this first happened, last week, I was sure that I would not want or be able to mention it at all on this blog. Now, however. I feel...
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So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...
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With out wishing to sound like a cleverclogs, I did know about this.
My brother-in-law (sorta) is pretty certain that the stones came from Wales and he developed a theory as to how they were transported.
He reckons they were wrapped in wicker and rolled, or even floated, to Salisbury Plain. And he's carried out a scaled down experiment to prove it can be done.
I wrote about it around this time last year.
That's fascinating, SP. As you will have realised, Keith's explanation was slightly tongue in cheek. ;)
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