InCider
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I have this recurring dreamabout fire extinguishers. Its happened a few times and I need to get this off my chest. Id rather do it here than tell a non-brewer theyd think I was as crazy as a weasel sandwich. :lol:
The background is that my gas ran out after only a few months so Im guessing Its a leak or Im a raving dipsomaniac. I have a two weeks to wait until I can get it filled, so Im sniffing around the local tip each weekend for an expired one with a bit of C02 in it. Do I sound desperate? Yep.
So the dream starts with me thinking about beer. No gas, no beer. Need refill. There is a lot of dreamtime taken up with anguish but without any imagery. After a period, I end up in a shop
The premises are all white, a bit like a new post office, with a square service desk area in the middle. There are two attractive young ladies answering customer queries and dealing with purchases. I look around and the shelves for a moment gas gear on the shelves, bits and pieces that would make SuperCheap proud.
Next thing I know Im at the counter and asking about my extinguisher. Im reassured that I can get a refill and Im over the moon. We then start discussing the cause of the leak. She disassembles the top of the extinguisher in a flash then makes eye contact
This BSP male to male connector is too small but has been made to form a partial seal with plumbers tape. Thats why your gas doesnt last.
Then I wake up.
My wife thinks Im seeing a lady called Wormald. :blink:
What do you think?
The background is that my gas ran out after only a few months so Im guessing Its a leak or Im a raving dipsomaniac. I have a two weeks to wait until I can get it filled, so Im sniffing around the local tip each weekend for an expired one with a bit of C02 in it. Do I sound desperate? Yep.
So the dream starts with me thinking about beer. No gas, no beer. Need refill. There is a lot of dreamtime taken up with anguish but without any imagery. After a period, I end up in a shop
The premises are all white, a bit like a new post office, with a square service desk area in the middle. There are two attractive young ladies answering customer queries and dealing with purchases. I look around and the shelves for a moment gas gear on the shelves, bits and pieces that would make SuperCheap proud.
Next thing I know Im at the counter and asking about my extinguisher. Im reassured that I can get a refill and Im over the moon. We then start discussing the cause of the leak. She disassembles the top of the extinguisher in a flash then makes eye contact
This BSP male to male connector is too small but has been made to form a partial seal with plumbers tape. Thats why your gas doesnt last.
Then I wake up.
My wife thinks Im seeing a lady called Wormald. :blink:
What do you think?
