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from Kay Easton contains these words:

It's still interesting to hear Franz's opinion.

I place the OP's feelings as having higher importance than your
interest.

Just as I would not approve of an uncalled for insult to you, no matter
how interestingly it was phrased.

(Back after much gardening within computers..)

Now I wonder what Martin will make of *THAT* pronouncement?

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Rusty Hinge

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martin wrote:
On Sun, 2 Nov 2003 15:14:58 +0100, "JennyC" wrote:

You'll be asking URGlers the size of their salary before long :~)

I wouldn't dare.
BTW how much .... ? :-)

Mine is a matter of public record.

Mine's nowhere near a record....

Getting back on topic - a little - I'm planning on removing the
chimneybreast in the kitchen so I can fill the gap with a Rayburn.

The chimneybreast is made of clay-lump blocks. For those who are not
conversant with East-Angular mud huts, an area of topsoil was removed
from nearby heavy ground and water thrown over it.

A heavy horse would be walked round and round on it until the clay had
been pugged up into a sloshy consistency, more water being added when
necessary.

When the clay was of the correct consistency fresh cow dung and chopped
straw would be added to the clay, and the horse set a-pugging again.

When thoroughly mixed the stuff was shovelled and tamped into long
wooden moulds with dividing squares of wood, and the blocks left to
harden sufficiently to be tipped out and stacked under cover to dry out
some more. Then the process would begin again, continuing until the
house was completed. It would then be rendered and coated with some sort
of pitch. Later houses had a brick shell, either added at a later date
than the original construction, or as in my cottage (C 1830) built at
the same time. Mine's also on a flint base.

Where was I?

Oh yes. The chimneybreast is more-or-less-solid clay with bits of straw
in it: the cowdung rots away very quickly, leaving very strong and
thermally efficient walls. (When cowdung dries, it expands, unlike clay,
which shrinks. The blocks stay pretty well the same size as they dry.)
So, I shall be having a big pile of clay to use for something or other.

It's a tad light (pale yellow ochre) to use as a mulch. I have some
ideas (I'm too mean to hire a skip!) but any other (polite) suggestions
would be welcomed.

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Rusty Hinge

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"Franz Heymann" wrote in message
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: Don't top post. It makes a mess of the thread..

Don't be a net nanny - it's not your group, and you are fairly new to it.

I agree with Franz, though I think he might have phrased the point a bit
less abruptly. (Oh, and I've been here on and off for about six or seven
years, posting originally from the business address of which I was
sysadmin.)

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Rusty Hinge

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Personally, it would remind me of municipal cemeteries where all-too-many
graves are covered in glass.
One source of clear glass could be the people who replace windscreens. I'd
hate to do the weeding in that garden, though - ouch!

Pooter's been dead for a while and the backup wouldn't yield up COM2, so
I might have missed - well, I have missed a lot of posts.

Most of this glass 'mulch' has been melted into pebbles, so doesn't have
the sharp edges everyone (I've seen) attributes to them.

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Rusty Hinge

The message
from k contains these words:

If you learned to hold your tongue or reply in a courteous manner
the threads that YOU turn into long threads of nonsense would be finished.
You seem to think you know everything about newsgroups but you still
make mistakes
and then argue that you know better.
As far as I am concerned you are causing more unnecessary posts in the group
than anyone else

And of course, you are not contributing?

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Rusty Hinge

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Franz Heymann wrote:

I don't refrain from telling people when they have appalling taste.
I also
don't mind if people do the same to me.

You have appalling taste.

....said the mosquito....

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Rusty Hinge

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Yup. I make a vast number of mistakes.

So do I! I let you out of my killfile, for you!

I won't make that bloody mistake again!!

Tut-tut Ann

ducks and runs awaaaaaaay

You couldn't bear to KF Franz - it'd reduce your scope too much.
(Shouted from a distance from behind impregnable ramparts.)

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Rusty Hinge

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"bigboard" wrote in message
...
Franz Heymann wrote:

I don't refrain from telling people when they have appalling taste. I
also
don't mind if people do the same to me.

You have appalling taste.

That is a possibility which I accept with grace.

Grace has appalling taste too?

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Rusty Hinge

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from Kay Easton contains these words:

When you'd asked what they thought, maybe .. but if you were to ask me,
for example, where you could buy insert some garden ornament in poor
taste, do you really want to hear my opinions of your abilities in
garden design, good taste, or whatever?

Kay! You've answered my query about clay lump: I'll mix a bit of cement
with it and make some garden gnomes. There's one pattern in particular I
remember admiring as I drove past each day: it stood on someone's
frontally unbounded lawn, which sloped down to the pavement.

The little fellow (no doubt about that) stood facing the road with his
raincoat spread wide......

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Rusty Hinge

"Jaques d'Alltrades" wrote in message
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The message
from "Franz Heymann" contains these
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"bigboard" wrote in message
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Franz Heymann wrote:

I don't refrain from telling people when they have appalling taste.
I
also
don't mind if people do the same to me.

You have appalling taste.

That is a possibility which I accept with grace.

Grace has appalling taste too?

Well, she's still with me, isn't she?

Franz

"Jaques d'Alltrades" wrote in message
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The message
from "K" contains these words:
"Franz Heymann" wrote in message
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: Don't top post. It makes a mess of the thread..

Don't be a net nanny - it's not your group, and you are fairly new to
it.

I agree with Franz, though I think he might have phrased the point a bit
less abruptly.

I don't object to calling spades shovels, in spite of not being strictly
correct.

Franz

(Oh, and I've been here on and off for about six or seven
years, posting originally from the business address of which I was
sysadmin.)

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Rusty Hinge

On Thu, 6 Nov 2003 19:43:51 GMT, Jaques d'Alltrades
wrote:

The message
from Kay Easton contains these words:

When you'd asked what they thought, maybe .. but if you were to ask =
me,
for example, where you could buy insert some garden ornament in poor
taste, do you really want to hear my opinions of your abilities in
garden design, good taste, or whatever?

Kay! You've answered my query about clay lump: I'll mix a bit of cement
with it and make some garden gnomes. There's one pattern in particular I
remember admiring as I drove past each day: it stood on someone's
frontally unbounded lawn, which sloped down to the pavement.

The little fellow (no doubt about that) stood facing the road with his
raincoat spread wide......

according to the BBC each gnome knocks UKP500 off the value of your
house.=20
--=20
Martin

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Yup. I make a vast number of mistakes.

So do I! I let you out of my killfile, for one!
I won't make that bloody mistake again!!

Tut-tut Ann

ducks and runs awaaaaaaay

You couldn't bear to KF Franz - it'd reduce your scope too much.
(Shouted from a distance from behind impregnable ramparts.)

How well you know me, dahlink! 'Cept the proper spelling of my name,
of course!

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AnneJ
ICQ #:- 119531282

The message
from martin contains these words:

The little fellow (no doubt about that) stood facing the road with his
raincoat spread wide......

according to the BBC each gnome knocks UKP500 off the value of your
house.

Ah, but I was thinking of flogging - as you were - selling them, not
erectin^^^^standing them up in my front garden.

Hmmmm. I used to know a place which went by the name of 'Gnome Hall'.
I'd guess the inhabitants lived in negative equity.....

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Rusty

The message
from Anne Jackson contains these words:

How well you know me, dahlink! 'Cept the proper spelling of my name,
of course!

Why d'you think I ran awaaaaay and hid?

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Tony
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