Genealogy Chat

Ok Merry, I'll start it off. I know what you mean though! Carol

Alan - you haven't poured coffee into your keyboard, have you???!! If you look back to page one of this thread....are you a Swarfeger fan? Being a Railway Nut, I mean?? Or is that riding in trains, rather than working on them? Merry

Following the general tone of this thread, I would like to know just what Angela was planning to charge up with her battery charger. To return to the dirty keyboard, I have heard of people actually washing their keyboard under the tap! I am told it is OK so long as you let it dry thoroughly before you use it again, but have to admit I have never had the courage to try it myself. (I did mention this to the IT guy at work, who nearly had a heart attack on the spot, and provided me with a new keyboard instantly! - Good tip that!). Of course, Merry, while it does not solve your current problem, you could prevent this happening again by simply putting the Pringles into your mouth whole. Tina PS I regard visiting the general board not so much as like diving off the top diving board, more as diving into a whirlpool - without a lifeline and with lead weights tied round your ankles.

I do put them in whole (lol), but some must escape!! (maybe if I had the tub on my lap instead of on the desk??) Another idea would be to eat in the kitchen......but I might starve to death! Merry

I once poured a carton of ribena accidentally onto a telephone at work, it never stopped ringing after that and they came and took it away. My last keyboard , tried prizing of the keys and they fired into midair over the other side of the room.There is a child's earring stuck under the space-bar on mine ,been there ages.Daren't take the space bar off probably poke me in the eye. Kim

My son when a toddler managed to spill a full beaker of orange juice all over our video, which we'd only bought the week before. Husband unscrewed it all, wiped it with a damp cloth, dried it, put it all back together and - it worked!!! nell

My husband and I ran his business from home for a while. The cat used to sleep on top of the fax machine. When it went wrong and I had to call an engineer in, he could not understand why it was full of black fur! Then there was the time when the rabbit bit through a telephone wire. We did not admit to it when the engineer came out - we claimed it must have got caught on something, but he didn't seem very convinced! Tina

My daughter is courting a chap who works at a company which cleans and restores old computers. So, when my keyboard gets dirty, I simply throw it away and instruct him to bring me a clean one.Works every time. If you are getting naff Xmas Pressies, then, my dear, it is all your own fault - you simply have not trained them properly. They are allowed one mistake (like a kind and loving owner of a puppy) such as the oven gloves I received the Xmas after my marriage, but after that, any shortcomings in the pressie department are merely a reflection of your poor training tecniques. Olde Crone

Nice to know he is getting his instrustions already Olde Crone! Shouldn't it be him who is courting her?? ie My daughter is being courted by............. Or is he under her thumb already??!!! If you want a punch up I'll tell my mum she didn't train my dad properly after the Swarfeger!! Mind you, he did have a Standing Order with the florist for roses on her birthday and wedding anniversary....and I guess this only started after the Swarfeger, so maybe she did train him???? Mum was so certain he wasn't remembering these events but had coughed up in advance (maybe years in advance??!!) she confidently waited for her bouquet the year after dad died..........nothing came!.............. Merry

M-in-law bought me baskets last christmas . I ask you....baskets! 3 basket that were to be used for , well , not sure what quite. There they say, all nicely nesting one inside the other , just asking to be used- but what for? The largest , all smugly lined with calico had a use - washing basket thought I - all well and good till i carried it into the garden full of wet washing and the handle came off. Oh well, basket is a basket, with or without a handle thinks I, until i got the the bottom and found the colour - a cedar red- had leached onto my newest bestest white T shirt..... Grrr. jess x

Not like you to be slow on the uptake, Jess. Surely any container that one is given (or can annexe), of whatever size, colour, shape or material, is intended as a receptacle for bits of papers generated in hunting down the family tree! Tina

A TIP For training your poor present givers. This should be started as early as possible. Most males can be trained, but patience is needed. When your male gives his first naff present you must confront him, holding the offending article in front of him, pointing and saying in a loud, cross voice: 'No!No! BAAAAAD Hubby!' (or son, whatever you call your male). He will probably immediately slink off to his basket. Allow a few minutes to elapse and then go to his basket and make a fuss of him, telling him you know he didnt mean to be naughty. You may need to repeat this exercise several times, not all breeds of male are quick to learn. To reinforce this exercise, when you take your male for walkies, use the same short route to your favourite Jewellers etc. Stop outside the window and make a big fuss of him, calling him a Gooooood Boy. He will quickly learn to associate a trip to the Jewellers with your pleasure and indeed will be anxious to do it on his own, if allowed. Good luck with your training everyone - you have just about enough time left before Xmas. Olde Crone

Alan Can I be your bit on the side, please? Tanzanites are my most absolutely favourite stones - and I am a jeweller! Olde Crone

Alan - I think you may have pulled!! Merry

Don't know if you are stilll there Olde Crone, but if you read the thread by Neil Shand about ''Could you get away with remarrying without proof of divorce in the 1930's?'' You will see that Alan Railway nut admits to having a genetic history of two-timing!! Just to warn you - no wonder he can't afford a second ring! Merry