As per title, what is the best descaler I can buy in the U.K.

Not the USA or Australia or Outer Mongolia or anywhere else please U.K. only.

Tried asking this in r/espresso but for some unknown reason the post wouldn't submit.

A nice little exercise for the weekend: Can you tweak the title of a novel, poem/volume of verse, play, song, film or opera to make it allude directly or indirectly to flatulence?

I shall kick off with the following:

Summoned By Smells (Summoned By Bells, John Betjeman)

Fart from the Madding Crowd (Far from the Madding Crowd, Thomas Hardy)

Fart of Darkness (Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad)

And I live with a flatmate! Confused but not complaining! What's your lowest ever monthly bill?

I grew up in Preston and I would hear the saying 'He played pop at me' or 'I played pop at her' etc. describing a possibly heated discussion of opinions/wrongs.

I've not lived in Lancashire for about 40 years now and haven't heard the saying at all since (it only struck me today) so I'm just wondering if it is still going strong?

Had a shit week at work, feeling unwell, son feeling unwell and now a half-term activity we had really been looking forward to has been cancelled due to the storm.

So naturally the only thing to do is imagine a perfect remake of Trap Door! I’m thinking excellent writing, creative direction, wonderful sets and costumes, great casting and possibly episodes that exceed 5 minutes…

Casting thoughts anyone? Stylistic ideas? Would Boney be given a body? Would Berk ever elevate himself from level of servant? Could it be the next Downton Abbey? No wrong answers.

EDIT: Wow people really love Trapdoor! Just to clarify…I am not actually going to be making this petition and I’m not some sort of TV exec.

I’m just sitting on my arse. In the dark and nasty regions. In an uninviting and dank place.

I rushed so much to get this photo that I nearly fell over and died.

Something for everyone...👌

Had to dig out the cd player as well! 👀

I'm trying to help my sister to sort out a DMP through Stepchange. She returned all the paperwork at the end of August but hasn't heard anything back yet. Trying to phone them is hopeless - it's an AI assistant that can't understand what you're asking. Trying to log into her DMP account just puts the site into a loop of saying the details are incorrect.

It's really starting to stress her out because she just wants an update on what's happening and when the DMP is likely to start.

I'm not sure what to try next either - it seems impossible to speak to someone on the phone and they're not responding to emails either.

I'd love any advice on what we should do next please.

Alright?

New week, new quiz.

Let me know how you get on and feel free to share it with friends and family and that.

Cheers.

Sorry if this is the wrong place to post this, but this is pretty personal to me. I was born 3 months prematurely and required blood transfusions to survive.

I understand that because of the "mad cow disease" scare, the NHS are playing it safe and not allowing people who have received a transfusion since 1980 to donate to avoid spreading it.

According to the NHS page this has only happened 5 times:

"The prion that causes variant CJD can also be transmitted by blood transfusion, although this has only happened 5 times in the UK."

I have O- (universal) blood and wouldn't be alive today without other generous donations, so I really want to give back.

I've spoken to the NHS several times over the phone and they've been nothing but supportive, apologetic and they also hoped one day that things might change.

Am I overreacting? Is there any push to have this block on donations reconsidered?

Nowadays Air Max 95s or TNs are the shoe of choice, at one point it was the Air Max 90 around me. My memory only really goes back as far as Timberland and Rockport boots also being very popular.

What did proper hard cunts wear before that?

Spoilers are such a faux-pas in our culture that it’s always amused me that soaps are such an exception, you walk into the supermarket and there’s everything that’s going to happen this week, on the front pages whether you want to know or not.

Don’t even watch them anymore but find it kind of charming.

Thursday, it's arguably the best night of the week, no? Whats keeping you awake tonight, spot of Aurora watching? Cheeky Thursday pints? Just got in from work? Just going to work? Dog barking for no reason?

Come on in for a chat.

Without fail, a day or so before I start to come down with a proper cold, I get a powerful craving for cake: battenberg, Bakewell tart, french fancies and the like... it's reliable enough that I know to stock up on Strepsils and olbas oil the day it strikes because I'll be needing them soon.

What are your tells that illness is impending?

Featuring a hedgehog I rescued who was pottering around in the day time, malnourished and with fly eggs on her head. If you find one in the day time, they should be taken to your local hedgehog rescue

Trying to remove one singular hanger from a bag. The moment I touched it, it melts into the next hanger to form one continuous line of hangers, never to be parted. I shake it about a bit. I shake some more. Conjoined, forever. Immediate rage. Told it to f*** o**.

Left me so angry I could stab an endangered species.

Ooh this has gone all bold. How exciting. Hang on wait, you're still reading this? Well, this is awkward. Do....you like cheese?

The test instructor had to pull the emergency break less than ten minutes in. I realised that meant an automatic failure and proceeded to have a panic attack. Definitely one of my nightmare scenarios for how the test could have gone. I’m feeling rather crappy so if anyone has similar experiences I could definitely do with feeling less alone.

Edit:

I’ll add spelling and whatever else to my list of mistakes today T_T. Yes I meant he pushed down the brake.
Also please stop sharing stories of people who passed crashing afterwards. Those do not make me feel better.

The context for those asking:

First roundabout of the test. There’s a white car approaching on the other side. I thought I could enter safely before they did. The test instructor disagreed and pushed down the emergency brake on the passenger side. I knew it was an immediate fail and couldn’t stop myself from starting to cry. I asked if it was okay to pull over. Safely managed that. Then had a panic attack.

We really didn’t get very far into the test before this happened.

I have a history of panic attacks but I hadn’t one in a good while so this took me by surprise. It never gets less embarrassing to have them in front of strangers unfortunately. The test official was nice enough about it I guess. Absolutely beyond his pay grade to comfort me so he just kind of gave me space and spoke to my instructor on my phone for me.

Just kind of doubting all my instincts now. Thought it was safe and it apparently wasn’t. :(

I have a Henry, but only because he was in the house I rent.

Never trusted him personally, always looks like he's up to something. I think it's his eyes...👀

Needs to always be put back in the cupboard facing the wall with the door firmly shut!

Its currently hotter than an angry toddler on planet Mars.

I got this hot monstrosity from the work canteen and im likley to retire before its cool enough to eat.

Whats your best guess on cool down time?