Koermendi

Does a forum member have at her / his fingers' tips information on what must be done to offer on AirBnB a property that one owns ?

Not the sign-up with AirBnB, but instead the ordinances, rules, regulations that apply because the property is in Southwark / London / the UK -- all the layers.

Thanks for pointing me to where these can be found.

Thank you, ken78 ! Don't those offers look grand . . . But even if it means queueing for a while, I look forward to seeing the faces that have been smiling at me for nearly twenty years at Smith & Sons, and to answering the question -- Well, where have YOU been ? !

Thank you very much ! Six days a week ? Once upon a time they were shut one workday a week -- was it Wednesday ? -- but things change. That they are still there and open is very good to learn.

-- if this very good butcher shop is open to customers (I am returning to London next week after a long lockdown period abroad), I hope to learn about it here. Many thanks in advance.

Noted this independently today.

The "amenity land" attached to the estate will go untouched. Good, that.

Today three men, a dump truck, and a branch grinder showed up across Abbotswood Road from our house. One of the blokes ascended into a mature leylandii and began with a chainsaw to swamp it, the fallen branches going through the chipper into the dump truck bed, at the end of an afternoon of work leaving a totem pole and some very dusty automobiles that had been parked near the jobsite.

Whose trees are that row of leylandii? Who commissioned the work? All the trees in the row are equally scraggy -- are they all to come down?

No notices through the door, no information from the tree-surgeons.

It's happened. Now what?

Coprinus sp., ink-cap, is a possibility. Does the flesh fragment easily and deliquesce black?

Tim is affable, but be careful and precise in your dealings with him: Communication problems frustrated our attempts to work together.

E-mail / website enquiry not answered. A day waited. Rang again and, yes, reached him by telephone.

Negotiations -- telephone numbers given -- "I'll be by tomorrow afternoon and ring if things change." Good, I said, then I can go do a shop in the morning. Out I went that next morning. Back around 1130 to wait.

No telephone call, no text; no Tim. A wasted afternoon. 1530, a message left on his mobile. 1630, a telephone call -- Came by around 1100, rang, texted you. (Although no text received.)

**sigh**

Doubtless Tim is brilliant once he actually is at work. I wish only that I had been better at working out a rendezvous with him. And, given that he didn't respond to first messages left at several contact points, I must recommend caution, as well as perseverance, in trying to obtain his services.

Congratulations from 52AW. Hope he doesn't play truant again.

No. I haven't seen her, I can't help. But she is so lovely that my heart went out to you, and to her. I hope that you are re-united very, very soon.

Ah, James. I'm sorry. It has to happen. But for that book to be forever closed -- it's tough, and I wish you luck in making your way through to the other side. My father still visits, in dreams, thirty years after his death. He's not done with me yet.

Thanks for that reassurance.

Classic Lofts are not responding to telephone or e-mail messages. **grim forebodings**

Seventeen years ago moved into a house with a bay tree at the bottom of the garden. It was thirty feet tall three years ago, when we realised that the neighbours felt as if they were enduring a total eclipse of the sun. So down it came. I miss it, but the back garden is the better for it... Anyhow: Put it in dirt, not in a pot or planter, and let it take off!

Oh, Chick. Those pictures. EVERYTHING in our kitchen got sticky when it was honey-harvesting time.

We may be in touch as well. Thank you in advance for your willingness to share!

Well! That does look spiffy. Thank you!

What are your thoughts now, six months later, please?

Thanks for this. I'm often reluctant to pay a compliment to someone whom I don't know. You embolden me.

Chick, my father was a bee man. He came to it after I left home so I'm not. However, I remember that he had a couple of hives empty all the time in spring and that he was on the local contact list of the police, the council, the fire department, even the TV news stations, as someone who would head out to collect a swarm whenever one was spotted.

You might want to put your contact details out there. More swarms are a-comin'.