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Of course! How could I miss that ????

The deadlier the better, I hate the gardener PPE can be provided (I have a wet-suit and SCUBA gear!). Seriously, we have couple of these chaps damaging our retaining wall, cut them off and they grow back stronger! Any thoughts on something that's available and will kill them off, permanently, no resurrection after three days please!!

For the uninitiated, "Bucket" is pronounced as "Bouquet". https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyacinth_Bucket A very British sitcom!

Yeah, it's an Istock image, "Thailand Central plain, Kanchanaburi" taken from the linked article. I agree, not particularly flat and plain like

Makes note to self. Order sand and sandbags to prepare for flooding when "unexpected" storms arrive and fill the dams to danger level.

Cheapest I can see on Lazada. https://www.lazada.co.th/products/25w-efdhv25l27t-i4609080103-s18894636716.html

So, buy a couple to ensure they really do spectrally match your eyesight. Then you can see whilst continuing your quest for the holy grail. Related anecdote Some years ago, a mate was commissioned by a client with a very specific requirement for some LED lamps. The LEDs had to match the spectrum of under-run incandescent lamps, the things you see on many fairground rides (think 220V incandescent lamp in a 120V fitting). He called the client "The Mouse" so I think you can work out who it was. I still have some of the samples and he had dozens made all slightly different colours. Sadly, he never actually came up with a colour that satisfied the client (they all looked pretty close to me) and the project died. @GammaGlobulin you didn't used to work for a theme-park company, did you?

Transferred Madam's 70k "housekeeping" without issue, the SCB waiver seems to function ????

M&S currently have ham and mustard for 2.25 a pop ????

SCB (but I think the limits are general to all banks) Limit to 50,000 per transfer, 200,000 per day without the photo thingy. Photo thingy not available to foreigners at this time. You can get an "exemption" by calling the helpline which removes all the limits, but "you are responsible for fraudulent transfers", some have reported having to sign a disclaimer, I didn't. Some other banks are actually doing the photo thingy for foreigners. More info. here (not just SCB so worth a look): -

Please continue in the other 30 days counting threads.

A mussel surely Fetching my coat ...

A vision of the future in 1930 by Echte Wagner, a German margarine company, ring any bells? More disturbingly accurate illustrations here https://flashbak.com/wonderful-futuristic-visions-of-germany-by-artists-in-1930-381451/

If no Bluetooth or Aux in the car then one of these ... https://www.lazada.co.th/products/car-mp3-player-bluetooth-mp3-i4038779268-s15706764267.html?

Does your in-car entertainment system have Bluetooth or an external (Aux) input? Either should be easy to connect to your phone ???? Failing that there's the old technology "FM transmitter" that plugs into the phone headphone jack and transmits to your car FM receiver.

The numbers for July are in, we're still on no-export due to PEA sniffing around. Last meter reading day a man (allegedly PEA) asked Madam if we wanted a new meter as ours was "very old", no mention of solar or energy export. Madam, being the smart cookie that she is, told him she was the maid and he'd have to talk to the owner who was at work. Nothing heard since. I'll give it another month then turn export back on. Anyway: - We had Thai family staying over the long weekend, so 60,000 BTU of A/C running at night, bet you can't see which days that was Still rather less than we saw when the UK grandkids were over, two weeks of regular 60kWh days with two days topping 90kWh!

Sorry, Honda bike or car? (and which one?) Retrofit, LED, HID, nuclear fusion? They make jets too ...

Car, bike, Boeing 747?

Senator McArthy discovered many Soviet agents in the US. So he pushed for the US to train agents that would operate in the USSR. It was the long game. They took Johnny right out of West Point and trained him to be Ivan. He learned to speak Russian, to write in Russian, to act like a Russian. This wasn’t a small course. It took Johnny 10 years to prepare, 16-hours per day, 7 days a week. There were no days off. Johnny studied Russian, spoke Russian, ate Russian, behaved Russian. After his bosses were satisfied, Johnny- no, sorry- Ivan boarded a U-2 and parachuted near a remote Siberian village; just to test the waters before he proceeded with his mission in Moscow. It was a successful and uneventful landing, so Ivan hid all his gear and made way to a small farmhouse that was visible from his landing point. He knocks on the wooden door and an old babushka opens it. “Dobryy den Babushka” Ivan says in Perfect Russian. “Dobryy den Foreigner” the old lady replies. No matter how much he tries, it is fairly obvious that grandma is not buying it. He gets a great cup of tea and some jerky but it is obvious that she’s onto him. Perhaps she saw the parachute. She bids him fair well and says: “Welll, Ivan, you speak lllike Rushian, you act lllike Rushian, but… Rushian you are not” Argh! No! How? Ivan says his dosvidaniyas and heads for the village. He sees a grocer’s shop open, and decides to try this guy “Dobryy den tovarishch” “Good afternoon you too” responds the guy. Dammit. He proceeds with buying some vegetables, haggle in much the same way a native Russian would haggle, and then says his goodbyes. But then the grocer says… “You knoo. You speak lllike Rushian, you haggllle lllike Rushian, but… Rushian you are not” Bloody hell! 10 years of his life. Millions of dollars invested. He can’t fail. Maybe those peasants have got a 6th sense or something. So he gets on the train to Moscow. Just before entering the Red Square quarters he decides to give it another try in a bar where Muscovites mingle with foreigners. “Tovarishch bartender, give me your best vodka, and two glasses- one for me and one for you!” He swiftly drinks the whole bottle with the assistance of the willing bartender all the while discussing the horrid weather in Novosibirsk, the never relenting mujahedin that will one day attack even the Americans, the lack of any type of meat in the butchers. After Ivan pays the bill, the bartender offers his once-in-a-month smile to a customer and says “You knoo Ivan. You speak lllike Rushian, you drrrink like Rushian, but… Rushian you are not” Oh damn, damn, dammit! One day to go. Next morning there is no real decision. He has to go through with it. So he musters all the courage he’s got and heads for the back door to the Kremlin. He enters the door and right at the first corner he is faced with 23 KGB agents with their guns aimed at him “ALL RIGHT YOU, YOU GOT ME! I’ve spent the past decade of my life studying Russia and Russians. Your language, your food, your drinks, your mannerisms. Yet- somehow everything is in vain. So, yes, I’m a spy. And I will sign whatever you want me to sign. On one condition: You need to tell me how you know! WHAT AM I DOING WRONG?” “You know tovarishch… here in Rushia, we do not make blllack people”

Long ago in a galaxy far, far away. I think I was married to her...