Sunday, 10 December 2017

Not dreaming of a white Christmas

Feeling guilty about still being unable to sing I had half made up my mind yesterday to go to St. M's this morning and at least be at the service.

Waking at my usual time of 6.15am I was surprised by how very dark the bedroom was.

Letting up the blind I was staggered to find a thick heavy white blanket of snow on everything and a very dark sky.

Putting food out for the birds while I waited for the kettle to boil my feet (in slippers) were covered in snow about 2 inches thick  and it was snowing hard.

Every time I looked out over the next couple of hours the snow was heavier and thicker than before so with some relief I decided to stay put.

A neighbour from the top of the close cleared my drive mid-morning and I didn't even discover it until mid-day.  Just sheer hard labour and a silent departure.  It took me some time to track down by phone who the on-duty angel had been.

By 3.00pm it had stopped snowing but had managed to break off two huge branches of my yellow Buddliea .  I had to keep throwing stuff out for the birds (anything I could think of) as I couldn't get to the shed for bird-seed.

My computer was out of action all day and the TV kept going blank.  This is only early December,,
it doesn't bode well for the coming Winter.

I'm aware that many parts of the country habitually have far worse weather than we do but when we do get heavy snowfall it tends to cause serious problems in this over-populated neck of the woods.

Let's hope this was just a rem inder of what we once used to see every Winter and not a warning of what to expect.

Not looking forward to trying to get to St M's tomorrow but we'll see.

Saturday, 25 November 2017

So Sorry for Myself

Anyone who is looking for a cheerful post from me after my long absence had better not read this.

Sometimes life just ticks along fairly pleasantly with no serious hiccups and suddenly along comes a black patch.

Back in early October I had a problem with my left leg.  It kept giving way without any warning and I slipped on the stairs and made it a lot worse.

A couple of weeks later the leg was much better and I was out of the blue attacked by seemingly legions of insects and had bites on my arms, legs and on the front of my neck which itched like mad and when I scratched, turned to eczema.

This has still not completely disappeared but has taken second place to a nasty cough and throat/chest infection.  Not only can I not sing (and itis getting near to Advent) but I can only speak in a hoarse croak.

This morning shoppimg for food I somehow caught the little finger on the right hand and it turned right back on itself.  Hurt only a little at the time, though there was an ominous creak, but is now turning a nice shade of navy blue and is swollen to twice its natural size.

I am not sure whether it is broken or merely sprained but could really do without anyuthing else going wrong for the rest of the uear at least.

Yes I know worse things happen at sea (and everywhere else) but I have had enough.

All say Ahhhh

OK don't then.


Sunday, 29 October 2017

Not a Happy Bunny

In the last couple of days all the followers have vanished from my blog.

I have tried all the things my limited computer skills will allow me to do with no success.

In the grand scheme of things this is not a major tragedy I know, but,
there is a sense of achievement in viewing my small gallery of followers, a sense of being part of a community which i greatly value.

Looking at the space where my gallery once existed is not an encouraging occupation.

I do not wish to point the finger of blame (I do really), but, I suspect the dreaded Google Follower Swallower has eaten them.

Any ideas (strictly for a lame-brain non-techie) as to how I can persuade Google to disgorge my friends?

Monday, 23 October 2017

The Blessing/Curse of easy communication

Unbelievable though it may seem i do not own a smartphone, nor do I want one.

There are few people I need to talk to by phone and when the need arises I use my landline (about three calls a month).

All the millions of other uses offered by increasingly 'clever' gadgets hold no interest for me.

This being so I receive far more phone calls than I want, especially cold calls from suppliers of just about everything in the world for which I have no use.

Perhaps I am a dinosaur, but if I am why do I need replacement double-glazing when what I have looks good cost a lot and will not be replaced in my lifetime.

Dinosaurs do not need their front gardens replaced with block paving, nor do they need to replace their non-existent cars with newer models.

And, And, And, they/we/I do not want my loft insulation replaced because it is no longer effective.  It is. 

What is the matter with the insane world of cold-calling that they do not understand the (no, not interested) and seem unable to process the idea that any individual - let alone one as ancient as I am - could possibly have a  mind of their own.

Three times this afternoon (once since I started this post), I have received calls telling me in no uncertain terms that my roof insulation needs to be updated.

Just to set the record straight, I have Googled the number from which they phoned only to find a stream of similar complaints.

Just where will it end.

Must I really remove the Jack-plug from the wall to put and end to them?

Nearly, not quite, desperate.!


Friday, 6 October 2017

Well Named Slippers

For the past few weeks i have been having problems with my left knee, pain and weakness being just two of the symptoms.

I have had a 'bad' knee for many years but have learned to live with it.

This morning however my leg gave way as I went downstairs with a load of washing and I fell banging my lower back and slipping all the way to the bottom of the stairs in my very slippery slippers.

The leg giving way has featured several times recently so against my normal practice I rang my local surgery and have an appointment to see a doctor this afternoon.

Obviously I can't just keep ignoring the problem, and while it has caused a few near collapses recently I was going to wait until i could see the Parkinson's doctor to  find out if it is related to the disease or something different.

While i am sure the slipperiness of my slippers contributed to the slide down the stairs, the original leg giving way thing  is what I am really worried about.

The pictured slippers are nothing like mine i would add.  Mine are normal, but unfortunately, normal slippers have very smooth soles.

Any suggestions?




Sunday, 10 September 2017

Same Old Same Old

Last night I watched (along with several million others world-wide) the last night of the Proms.

Having first watched the highlights of the last day of the England/West Indies Test Match, I was in a fairly jubilant state.

Still buzzing over the England win (and in particular the splendid performance of James Anderson, I was feeling more aware than usual of my Britishness.

About 10 minutes into the familiar formula of the "Last night of the Proms", I was suddenly rather sick of the whole flag-waving, balloon throwing, self-congratulatory spectacle.

I know people love the tradition , same music, same audience participation, huge laughs at small jokes, and the chance to cheer not only the performers but themselves also, but something about the rather smug "aren't we lucky to be British" flavour, set my teeth on edge.

It is true there are many things the Brits do well, and it is right to recognise that fact, but the hugely complacent and self satisfied blanket self-approval worries me.

Any type of nationalism worries me.

It is beginning to feel that this particular annual event has little to do with music and more to  do with self aggrandisement.

Am I just seeing what is not there?  or  is  it perhaps time we laid this out-dated piece of theatre to rest?

Tuesday, 29 August 2017

Here Goes.........

A very brief message to anyone who might miss my blog for a few days.

This morning I have the first of my two cataract operations, this one is the left eye.

Not looking forward to it much but it has to be done so I suppose I was lucky to get a cancellation which brought my op forward by a few months.

The taxi will collect me at 7.00am (just an hour and a half) so  I had better go and get my shower now.

See you soon !