Things'll look up soon ! LOL
Love TBB's expression in this pic ;o)
Tuesday, 22 June 2010
Arrggg !
My lovely new Blackberry won't work, I've got a polarising filter stuck on me favourite lens, and I've a dental appointment this afternoon.
Things'll look up soon ! LOL
Love TBB's expression in this pic ;o)
Things'll look up soon ! LOL
Love TBB's expression in this pic ;o)
Monday, 21 June 2010
Kids or Crumblies?
Honest ... It must be just like taking three kids out. I have to go around the house to check the windows are shut and the dog's got water and the doors are locked. Then I have to go back in to get the walking sticks and a cardie. They need to be manoeuvred into the car, slowing the topple in and hoisting the legs up. Then there's the 'find the seatbelt' game. There's much passing back and forth of handbags and jackets and a general difficulty in getting settled and organised. Finally we set off to pick up our friend..... and go thru the whole process again.
Once we arrive, naturally all the disabled parking spaces are taken so we have to block the carpark whilst we disembark right outside the entrance. The temptation to linger for a ciggie when I've parked the car is strong, but I resist and catch up with the three of 'em before they cause havoc, or get separated. Trying to get two of 'em back together is bad enough ... three would be impossible.
Naturally the restaurant is at the far end of the garden center, well it would be wouldn't it? Good for business. Bad for herding giggling very old folks. Fortunately there wasn't a queue. They aren't good at decision making at the best of times, but being confronted with actual food, as opposed to a menu, was almost more than they could cope with. There was much mind changing as the line behind us grew.
Eventually we got thru and seated, and I spent minutes collecting condiments and cutlery, water and napkins and the like. It really must be like having three kids! They even got naughty. Wonderful Hubby was feeling good about himself, having received cards and phonecalls from his offspring telling him how GREAT he is and what a brilliant Dad he is .... it being Father's Day. So WH was winding the ladies up something wicked, and there's nowt worse than TWO ladies getting flattered! I couldn't help but laugh at them, and be grateful that there wasn't anyone sitting at the table next to us.
We had a little wander around after a very satisfying lunch. Our friend took advantage of one of the wheelchairs, WH claimed he wanted one too but I told him they didn't have any electric ones and I sure as hell wasn't pushing them both!
We managed to get back to our friends house without losing anyone or anything, despite a couple of attempts. Bless 'em they'd laughed so much they really were genuinely tired. Hardly surprising with a collective age of 265 ! Now why can't they be so full of the oh-be-joyfuls like that ALL the time !!
I didn't buy these this trip, but on a Crumblies jaunt to another garden center much earlier in the year. They're Iceberg, the climbing variety. Despite the doggies trying to dig the Blood Fish and Bone out from underneath them, they seem to be doing quite well so far. I like them so much I've made them VERY big :o)
Once we arrive, naturally all the disabled parking spaces are taken so we have to block the carpark whilst we disembark right outside the entrance. The temptation to linger for a ciggie when I've parked the car is strong, but I resist and catch up with the three of 'em before they cause havoc, or get separated. Trying to get two of 'em back together is bad enough ... three would be impossible.
Naturally the restaurant is at the far end of the garden center, well it would be wouldn't it? Good for business. Bad for herding giggling very old folks. Fortunately there wasn't a queue. They aren't good at decision making at the best of times, but being confronted with actual food, as opposed to a menu, was almost more than they could cope with. There was much mind changing as the line behind us grew.
Eventually we got thru and seated, and I spent minutes collecting condiments and cutlery, water and napkins and the like. It really must be like having three kids! They even got naughty. Wonderful Hubby was feeling good about himself, having received cards and phonecalls from his offspring telling him how GREAT he is and what a brilliant Dad he is .... it being Father's Day. So WH was winding the ladies up something wicked, and there's nowt worse than TWO ladies getting flattered! I couldn't help but laugh at them, and be grateful that there wasn't anyone sitting at the table next to us.
We had a little wander around after a very satisfying lunch. Our friend took advantage of one of the wheelchairs, WH claimed he wanted one too but I told him they didn't have any electric ones and I sure as hell wasn't pushing them both!
We managed to get back to our friends house without losing anyone or anything, despite a couple of attempts. Bless 'em they'd laughed so much they really were genuinely tired. Hardly surprising with a collective age of 265 ! Now why can't they be so full of the oh-be-joyfuls like that ALL the time !!
I didn't buy these this trip, but on a Crumblies jaunt to another garden center much earlier in the year. They're Iceberg, the climbing variety. Despite the doggies trying to dig the Blood Fish and Bone out from underneath them, they seem to be doing quite well so far. I like them so much I've made them VERY big :o)
Sunday, 20 June 2010
Lunch for how many?!
Get me! Time for two blogs in one day. I must have forgotten to do something.
I'm very proud of myself. Mom managed to be in her most infuriating frame of mind and I didn't even begin to feel cross or even frustrated. I just gathered up the information and filed it.
She called me fairly early this morning with a really silly question...one that made absolutely no sense at all. We worked our way around it. Then she asked what was happening about lunch. So she took the phone to the diary and she read what it said for today. 'Wonderful Hubby going to shops to buy pies for lunch.' Even that wasn't quite clear enough and there was a bit of verbal fluff before Mom was happy that she understood what was happening.
When I arrived there was a liver and bacon casserole defrosting, a freshly made chicken casserole, sausages, enough mince and onions defrosted to feed a family of five, half of Thursday's lasagne and ... the meat pies.
I've done everything I can think of to avoid this and now, finally, come to the conclusion that nothing will stop this from happening. So we just have to roll with it. At least there was only one pudding. Last Wednesday there were seven! LOL
One of Moms favourite places. Christchurch harbour.
I'm very proud of myself. Mom managed to be in her most infuriating frame of mind and I didn't even begin to feel cross or even frustrated. I just gathered up the information and filed it.
She called me fairly early this morning with a really silly question...one that made absolutely no sense at all. We worked our way around it. Then she asked what was happening about lunch. So she took the phone to the diary and she read what it said for today. 'Wonderful Hubby going to shops to buy pies for lunch.' Even that wasn't quite clear enough and there was a bit of verbal fluff before Mom was happy that she understood what was happening.
When I arrived there was a liver and bacon casserole defrosting, a freshly made chicken casserole, sausages, enough mince and onions defrosted to feed a family of five, half of Thursday's lasagne and ... the meat pies.
I've done everything I can think of to avoid this and now, finally, come to the conclusion that nothing will stop this from happening. So we just have to roll with it. At least there was only one pudding. Last Wednesday there were seven! LOL
One of Moms favourite places. Christchurch harbour.
Saturday, 19 June 2010
Coffee time.
So did I mention about me £4.99 BlackBerry?
You know how when the PC won't do what you want it to, you feel inclined to defenestrate it? Well I nearly did it to BB.
It'll be pilot error for sure, but knowing that doesn't help.
One of the reasons I got it was because the monthly tariff was half what I was paying. It did mean that I got only 100 minutes of calls instead of 300, but I rarely used 300 and I thought, if I am diligent and answer ALL my incoming, I shouldn't need to make so many outgoing.
Problem.
Somehow I've managed to set it to "Forward all calls" and the voicemail is picking up everything, immediately. Bugger.
I ransacked all the instruction info and found zip. I scoured the help menus and found zip. I went on line and found zip. I phoned tec help and got zip. I called the Virgin Mobile shop in town and even they couldn't help. For some reason I can't make the menu where you alter the setting do "Save" I fear I must grit my teeth, whats left of 'em, and travel far into the big town. I do not like doing this. Its all too busy busy busy for my liking. But I can't help but think that it'd take James at the VM shop less than two minutes to get the setting put right. He tried so hard and so often to talk me thru it, but it just wasn't happening for me. Still, we had a larf.
Whilst trawling thru all the folders trying to find something that looked like it might help I found something called "Status" or similar, and in it was a list of contacts with my 'device'. These contacts had titles, sometimes numbers sometimes letters. One recent one was entitled "Thick client" I had to laugh, and I'm still chuckling ;o)
Here you are Willie. Have a nice sunset from Cobbs Quay. I'll see if I can get some new snaps for you over the weekend ;o)
You know how when the PC won't do what you want it to, you feel inclined to defenestrate it? Well I nearly did it to BB.
It'll be pilot error for sure, but knowing that doesn't help.
One of the reasons I got it was because the monthly tariff was half what I was paying. It did mean that I got only 100 minutes of calls instead of 300, but I rarely used 300 and I thought, if I am diligent and answer ALL my incoming, I shouldn't need to make so many outgoing.
Problem.
Somehow I've managed to set it to "Forward all calls" and the voicemail is picking up everything, immediately. Bugger.
I ransacked all the instruction info and found zip. I scoured the help menus and found zip. I went on line and found zip. I phoned tec help and got zip. I called the Virgin Mobile shop in town and even they couldn't help. For some reason I can't make the menu where you alter the setting do "Save" I fear I must grit my teeth, whats left of 'em, and travel far into the big town. I do not like doing this. Its all too busy busy busy for my liking. But I can't help but think that it'd take James at the VM shop less than two minutes to get the setting put right. He tried so hard and so often to talk me thru it, but it just wasn't happening for me. Still, we had a larf.
Whilst trawling thru all the folders trying to find something that looked like it might help I found something called "Status" or similar, and in it was a list of contacts with my 'device'. These contacts had titles, sometimes numbers sometimes letters. One recent one was entitled "Thick client" I had to laugh, and I'm still chuckling ;o)
Here you are Willie. Have a nice sunset from Cobbs Quay. I'll see if I can get some new snaps for you over the weekend ;o)
Friday, 18 June 2010
48 hours of havoc.
Funny few days. I do get very upset by my dentist. I'll never understand why because he has yet to hurt me. He even anaesthetises the spot where he's going to inject the anaesthetic. Where they write up any allergies at the top of your card, he's got on mine, in red, penicillin and pain.
The morning's chores never get done right. I dash from having done half of one job to start another, only I forget what it was and dash back, get halfway and ... Blind panic basically.
I have to take a vallium just to get me there. I honestly believe I'd just not turn up without it. This time I panicked about the vallium well before I started panicking about the dentist. I discovered the pack I had was out of date, with only two days to get more. Our surgery ain't the fastest at repeat prescriptions. Then of course there was the flat tyre making getting into the village a nightmare. The RAC were frantically rescuing single mothers and their hoards of kiddies from the sides of motorways. Well, I could hardly whine about them taking 18 hours to get to me, snug at home.
I have to take the vallium as I leave home, otherwise I'm likely to fall asleep driving to town. So the effects rarely kick in before he's halfway thru the job. Then by the time I'm staggering back to the carpark I'm half in shock and half comatose. I have to build in two extra hours to sleep it off before driving home.
When I get home I'm completely useless for the rest of the day. Sleepwalking till bedtime usually. Then as I come round from all the chemicals, I wake up. And this is the worst bit. The stuff in the dentist's chair is a piece of pee pee compared to the fearsome tantrums I have as me poor old body screams "WTF was THAT all about?"
So by 4am I'm in pieces.
As a result the following day is pretty much a write off.....and the one after that I'm wracked with guilt for ever starting smoking in the first place, getting nothing done for two days and longing for the inevitable full set of plastic gnashers.
I have an appointment each Tuesday afternoon for the next three weeks. I'll be in therapy before this round oftorture treatment's over.
Never mind .... while there's mutts like this about the place I can't help but grin most of the time :o)
The morning's chores never get done right. I dash from having done half of one job to start another, only I forget what it was and dash back, get halfway and ... Blind panic basically.
I have to take a vallium just to get me there. I honestly believe I'd just not turn up without it. This time I panicked about the vallium well before I started panicking about the dentist. I discovered the pack I had was out of date, with only two days to get more. Our surgery ain't the fastest at repeat prescriptions. Then of course there was the flat tyre making getting into the village a nightmare. The RAC were frantically rescuing single mothers and their hoards of kiddies from the sides of motorways. Well, I could hardly whine about them taking 18 hours to get to me, snug at home.
I have to take the vallium as I leave home, otherwise I'm likely to fall asleep driving to town. So the effects rarely kick in before he's halfway thru the job. Then by the time I'm staggering back to the carpark I'm half in shock and half comatose. I have to build in two extra hours to sleep it off before driving home.
When I get home I'm completely useless for the rest of the day. Sleepwalking till bedtime usually. Then as I come round from all the chemicals, I wake up. And this is the worst bit. The stuff in the dentist's chair is a piece of pee pee compared to the fearsome tantrums I have as me poor old body screams "WTF was THAT all about?"
So by 4am I'm in pieces.
As a result the following day is pretty much a write off.....and the one after that I'm wracked with guilt for ever starting smoking in the first place, getting nothing done for two days and longing for the inevitable full set of plastic gnashers.
I have an appointment each Tuesday afternoon for the next three weeks. I'll be in therapy before this round of
Never mind .... while there's mutts like this about the place I can't help but grin most of the time :o)
Monday, 14 June 2010
A day full of goodies
Don't you love it when you have a "lucky" day ?
It started out in the normal way, then when I collected the day's post I actually opened it for once. Generally I put it on top of the heap of other unopened post because I really don't want anything else to think about, other than whats on the top of my mental list. Two letters were junk and one was my mobile bill. No problem ... I even filed them :o) Out of the mobile bill fell a flyer. I don't normally read flyers, but this one caught my attention. It looked very much like they were offering me quite a good deal, and as I've needed a new phone for a long time, I thought I'd at least phone 'em up and see if I qualified. I did. My blackberry will arrive tomorrow, and my mobile bill will be less than its been for the past three or four years :o) Thanks Virgin. And God for making me open the post.
When I checked my emails for the Virgin details I found one from Sinsburys saying how sad they are that I haven't shopped with them for a while and offering me £10 off my next online shop. Well thank you very much Sinsbury, and a wink in God's direction.
Because we had heavy rain last night I'd decided to light the incinerator today. Very low risk of setting anything inappropriate alight. I had a look at the approaching weather. Rain ... heavy rain too by the look of it. Great ... doubly a low risk day. So I did ... light it, that is.
Whilst that was doing its thing I loaded the truck with broken electrical goods and last weeks household rubbish that I'd forgotten to put out for the dustmen. By the time that was done the incinerator had burnt down so I was safe to go to the tip. I pulled the truck up at the front of the house just as it started to spit with rain .... perfect ... that meant the fire would go right out, and I didn't get wet whilst loading the truck. Two more thank yous went skyward.
It started out in the normal way, then when I collected the day's post I actually opened it for once. Generally I put it on top of the heap of other unopened post because I really don't want anything else to think about, other than whats on the top of my mental list. Two letters were junk and one was my mobile bill. No problem ... I even filed them :o) Out of the mobile bill fell a flyer. I don't normally read flyers, but this one caught my attention. It looked very much like they were offering me quite a good deal, and as I've needed a new phone for a long time, I thought I'd at least phone 'em up and see if I qualified. I did. My blackberry will arrive tomorrow, and my mobile bill will be less than its been for the past three or four years :o) Thanks Virgin. And God for making me open the post.
When I checked my emails for the Virgin details I found one from Sinsburys saying how sad they are that I haven't shopped with them for a while and offering me £10 off my next online shop. Well thank you very much Sinsbury, and a wink in God's direction.
Because we had heavy rain last night I'd decided to light the incinerator today. Very low risk of setting anything inappropriate alight. I had a look at the approaching weather. Rain ... heavy rain too by the look of it. Great ... doubly a low risk day. So I did ... light it, that is.
Whilst that was doing its thing I loaded the truck with broken electrical goods and last weeks household rubbish that I'd forgotten to put out for the dustmen. By the time that was done the incinerator had burnt down so I was safe to go to the tip. I pulled the truck up at the front of the house just as it started to spit with rain .... perfect ... that meant the fire would go right out, and I didn't get wet whilst loading the truck. Two more thank yous went skyward.
Walked to the back to close the tailgate and noticed a tyre was flat. Couldn't really curse could I. He'd given me a darn good day up to then. For a nanosecond I considered putting the spare on myself...no... not ... you know what I mean. A bit longer for phoning the place I buy my tyres. Then remembered I had breakdown cover attached to a bank account. Got to be worth a try. Guess what!! They're on their way to me right now. Okay so I won't get my pills from the surgery, or my shopping, or to the tip.... but hey .... I won't have to jack the truck up either :o))). And I get to sit and have a cuppa here :o) Shall I find a picture? Hmmm ... what of this time? .... errrm ...
I like this. A great big rusty old lump of metal, that looks like delicate lace in the setting sunlight.
Heaven help me!! What's the matter with me Mom! She's trying to drive me to distraction, I swear.
A couple of times when we've been shopping she's looked longingly at the stacks of PorkPies and sighed wistfully saying she wished they didn't upset her tummy so badly. Last time she had one for tea we ended up having to call the doctor out, she was in so much pain. After investigation it transpires that she has teeny weeny gallstones. She knows if she avoids fatty foods she'll be okay, and she knows that anytime she feels the need, she can have an operation to remove the offending bodypart. Well naturally, when her sweet cleaning lady told her, by way of reassurance, how simple and easy the operation had been for an acquaintance of hers, she wanted the operation too. Mom does like to experience what her contemporaries do, and she so loves the idea of going into hospital. Laying in bed and being waited upon is like a blissful holiday. Eventually we persuaded her that it might be best to see if she has any trouble from it again before she decides to have surgery. So we are careful about what she eats. Well, low fat isn't too hard is it! Even she herself was being very very diligent, nearly to the point of obsession.
I got a phonecall from HWH at 9 this morning. We would have to cancel the lunchdate with Joyce...Mom was poorly in bed having had a terrible night of pain from her gallbladder. Oh poor wee Mom !!! HWH seemed sure that she was pretty much over the worst and didn't need the doctor and he seemed quite delighted to have been able to look after her during her disturbed night. He is the kindest most caring man. Totally devoted to her.
I said not to disturb her if she was resting, and I'd see them later, but she was awake and calling to speak to me. We chatted for a bit about inconsequential things which stopped me from worrying about her. She was obviously fine, bright and in no pain, and perfectly content with the prospect of having a nice stay in hospital to get the problem sorted out. I said I'd see them at lunchtime and she instantly said "Oh no. You don't need to come. Hubby will sort it all out just fine. We're having the gammon joint I cooked two days ago, and Joyce is coming to visit me" I sort of gasped a bit, but she wouldn't hear of perhaps having a bit of white fish instead, and Joyce was perfectly capable of coming to visit. At this point I gave up, which was a good thing, as further light chat revealed that for tea yesterday they'd had a lovely Porkpie she'd got from the butcher.
I'm thinking that I might like to live in Finistere ... you know ... underneath that bit the sticks out of France. It looks a lot like my heath, but it has two advantages. One ... the sea, and two ... I don't speak the language.
I had a lovely day cutting grass and grooming dogs :o)
Hugo
A couple of times when we've been shopping she's looked longingly at the stacks of PorkPies and sighed wistfully saying she wished they didn't upset her tummy so badly. Last time she had one for tea we ended up having to call the doctor out, she was in so much pain. After investigation it transpires that she has teeny weeny gallstones. She knows if she avoids fatty foods she'll be okay, and she knows that anytime she feels the need, she can have an operation to remove the offending bodypart. Well naturally, when her sweet cleaning lady told her, by way of reassurance, how simple and easy the operation had been for an acquaintance of hers, she wanted the operation too. Mom does like to experience what her contemporaries do, and she so loves the idea of going into hospital. Laying in bed and being waited upon is like a blissful holiday. Eventually we persuaded her that it might be best to see if she has any trouble from it again before she decides to have surgery. So we are careful about what she eats. Well, low fat isn't too hard is it! Even she herself was being very very diligent, nearly to the point of obsession.
I got a phonecall from HWH at 9 this morning. We would have to cancel the lunchdate with Joyce...Mom was poorly in bed having had a terrible night of pain from her gallbladder. Oh poor wee Mom !!! HWH seemed sure that she was pretty much over the worst and didn't need the doctor and he seemed quite delighted to have been able to look after her during her disturbed night. He is the kindest most caring man. Totally devoted to her.
I said not to disturb her if she was resting, and I'd see them later, but she was awake and calling to speak to me. We chatted for a bit about inconsequential things which stopped me from worrying about her. She was obviously fine, bright and in no pain, and perfectly content with the prospect of having a nice stay in hospital to get the problem sorted out. I said I'd see them at lunchtime and she instantly said "Oh no. You don't need to come. Hubby will sort it all out just fine. We're having the gammon joint I cooked two days ago, and Joyce is coming to visit me" I sort of gasped a bit, but she wouldn't hear of perhaps having a bit of white fish instead, and Joyce was perfectly capable of coming to visit. At this point I gave up, which was a good thing, as further light chat revealed that for tea yesterday they'd had a lovely Porkpie she'd got from the butcher.
I'm thinking that I might like to live in Finistere ... you know ... underneath that bit the sticks out of France. It looks a lot like my heath, but it has two advantages. One ... the sea, and two ... I don't speak the language.
I had a lovely day cutting grass and grooming dogs :o)
Hugo
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