I've never understood why petrol varies in price so much between different branches of the same store. Surely it costs the same to supply the petrol? When they replenish the tanks it probably all comes on the same tanker anyway. Baked beans cost the same in every branch of Sainsbury's, why can't petrol?

Cheers,

Chris

Not so much unhappy but grumpy with retailers misleading offers.
I live equidistant between 2 Asda's, one a superstore and the other a large service station on the A22 both selling petrol and around 3 miles apart.
Today I needed petrol and was passing the service station so filled up. They have an offer on, spend £20 in the shop and get 5p a litre off fuel. SWMBO then decided we needed to pop down to the retail park where the other Asda is. They don't have the same offer but their petrol is 5.2p a litre cheaper in the first place,
Not such a good offer then after all and in fact if you take it up they are still making .2p more.

Oh, thank you!

I worked out that AC stood for air conditioning, but I didn't know what the HV bit was. 

Quote from: Bealman on September 05, 2024, 07:19:25 AMWots a HVAC?

George - I think its what we call AC ( as in Air Conditioning , not DC ).

I believe the cousins across the Pacific ( for me just now ) and across the Atlantic ( when I am in UK ) use the term Heating Ventilation and Air Conditioning or maybe the last word is Cooling? Anyway the systems are done rather differently over there.

Wots a HVAC?

You probably unwittingly subscribed yourself as don't they sponsor the Devizes Beer Festival   

 

What happened next defied explanation. A succession of shimmering orbs of water, no larger than a football, rose from the stream. They hovered in the air, pulsing, refracting sunlight into a dance of miniature rainbows. Sylvia stared, transfixed by the peculiar sight, a mixture of awe and fear coursing through her.

Suddenly, as if answering a silent call, the watery spheres sprang into action. One by one, they launched towards the train, streaking through the air like liquid comets. Sylvia watched, wide-eyed and breathless, as the glistening orbs arced gracefully overhead.

With a sound like angry cats, the spheres smashed against the glowing axlebox. Steam erupted in great billowing clouds, momentarily obscuring Sylvia's view. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief, wondering if what she had seen was real or just her imagination playing tricks.

When the hissing vapour cleared, she blinked hard and looked again. The axlebox was transformed. Its menacing cherry-red glow faded rapidly, cooling to a harmless, rusty black before her very eyes.

Sylvia stood frozen, her mouth slightly open. Had she really seen what she thought she had seen? Had she somehow made it happen?

Rusty, who had been watching the entire spectacle with rapt attention, let out a soft whine and pressed himself against Sylvia's leg. His warm presence anchored her, reminding her that this was real, not some fantastic daydream.

As the last drops of water fell onto the tracks with a soft patter, Sylvia remained rooted to the spot. Her mind was spinning, trying to understand what had just unfolded before her eyes. A whirlwind of emotions swept through her – excitement, fear, and confusion all mixed together in a dizzying blend.

In that moment, as she absently stroked Rusty's fur for comfort, Sylvia knew something big had changed. The amazing scenes from her grandmother's stories about brave girls saving the day were not just pretend anymore – she could feel something special and powerful inside her, like butterflies in her tummy but all through her body and even in her head.

A funny, almost metallic tang hung in the air around her. Sylvia had noticed this smell before, usually when strange things happened around her. She had always thought it was just her imagination playing tricks.

Ok so I was 60 a couple of weeks ago. Since then I've been receiving daily emails like the one below. Have they picked up my age from somewhere or has someone subscribed me to their email list? It wouldn't be so bad but they say "leave a review on a product you have tried". Tried? I haven't tried any of them. Yet 

Quote from: Jon898 on September 04, 2024, 06:07:52 PMthe geckos, salamanders, fence lizards, and sundry assorted snakes that inhabit the garage.

Well, that makes me glad I live in Ireland. Having said that, if St. Patrick had not got his way and there were snakes in Ireland, we would not be here - Louisa nearly has a fit if you just mention the word 'snake'! 

Quote from: Newportnobby on September 04, 2024, 04:51:25 PMThanks for the explanation Jon which, I must admit, I could never have imagined being the justification. You certainly have my sympathies. Maybe get a cat??

Aside from SWMBO being allergic to cat dander, a cat would probably spend most of its time chasing the geckos, salamanders, fence lizards, and sundry assorted snakes that inhabit the garage. As well as trying to terrorize the shelties.