Thursday, 21 August 2008
Wednesday, 20 August 2008
I had a cortisone jab in my left shoulder this morning. I could have typed reams - would my now duff left arm allow - describing in horrid detail the absolutely dire pain which both caused me to have this jab and resulted from submitting to it. I further embarrassed myself by silently sliding off my chair onto the floor in a dead faint, my GP following my downward trend to finish the job as I lay prostrate and semi-conscious in a crumpled heap.
Instead I thought I'd just post a pic of my outdoor lav as a piece of expressive art denoting my feelings of lost dignity. If my shoulder doesn't improve following this torment I may post a pic of the lavatory pan. Fingers crossed that isn't necessary.
Friday, 15 August 2008
August 8, 2008, 12:48 PM EDT
Members of the East Central Narcotics Task Force arrested a West Hartford man was arrested after a short chase in South Windsor Thursday evening.
According to police, Almighty Supremebeing Allah, 35, of 119 Elmhurst St. West Hartford refused to stop for a marked cruiser and was detained about a mile down the road after the initial stop.
He was charged with Reckless Driving, Disobeying an Officers Signal, Interfering with an Officer, Criminal Attempt/Sale of Cocaine Criminal Attempt/Possession of Cocaine.
Imo his parents should be arrested too.
I wonder how often he's heard 'Oh My God' screamed into his pillowed ear <g>
Wednesday, 13 August 2008
Saturday, 9 August 2008
Wasn't the Beijing Olympics Opening Ceremony simply superlative? How can London ever hope to match it? I expect to be mortally embarrassed in 2012. I also expect Seb Coe to explain the national humiliation by whining about having a virus as he did without fail every time he lost a race.
But I must be getting awfully emotionally shallow. I watched the opening ceremony from start to finish and, I'm a bit ashamed to admit, several times found myself getting teary - even the firework 'feet' got me surreptitiously reaching for a tissue. I know that much of the symbolism was hypocritical in light of the realité; the representation of the Chinese ethnic minorities for example, and the mass participation dove of peace thing to say nothing about the 'green' theme thing but it seems to me that the Olymics is all about ideals and so actualité is somewhat beside that idealistic point. I sat there like a completely wet ninny watching the little lad who supposedly sang to keep up the morale of his classmates who were buried alongside him by the Szechuan earthquake and even tho I thought the story was probably nothing but Chinese national morale raising propaganda I still came over all sentimental. Sentimental and a bit Jewish momma - I kept thinking 'his/her mother must be so proud!'
I must be sickening for something.
Something else sickening was the council man who came out yesterday to sort out the wasps nest in my lawn. Parked, walked across the grass, stuck his spray nozzle down it, one squeeze, done. £34 for less than 3 minutes thank you. He spent more time telling me that his son who lives 10 minutes away would have done it for half the price.
Thursday, 7 August 2008
A body of whom I've written a piece before: NICE (the National Institute for Clinical Excellence) - now there's a misnomer if ever I heard one - today ruled that kidney cancer patients may not have drugs to prolong their lives because at £30K pa it costs too much. Never mind the millions spent to prolong the lives of infants born with no kidneys, no bowels or no stomachs, or the millions frittered on removing tattoos or pinning 8 year old ears back. Today someone whom I regard as a genuine stoic and hero made a post on her blog. Please read it and email your local MP urgently.
I've had a busy day today, mostly owing to crops ripening. I've made and frozen 2 ice cream containers of rattatouille made from all organic home grown red onions, garlic, tomatoes, yellow and green courgettes, orange peppers and purple aubergines. Then I picked a backbreaking 10lbs of blackcurrants and made a litre of blackcurrant cordial and 4 pints of sorbet. My kitchen tops got so splattered with concentrated blackcurrant juice that they look like they have some dread disease and I doubt they will ever recover.
In the garden Gyp discovered the most gross humungous caterpillar, exactly the length of my index finger and at least as fat. It was an unbelievably fast mover but I managed to get it onto my husbands cap brim long enough to take a pic. It's the caterpillar of that equally horrifying moth I found in the kitchen sink a month or so ago. Crap pic but I think it still conveys the horror.
We also have a very busy underground nest of digger wasps. The local authority pest control man is coming out tomorrow to get rid of them as we have Grace and her little friend here from Sunday and the last thing I need is two tots with fat stung legs. £34.50 it's going to cost, isn't that disgraceful?
We are inundated with teensy little frogs, some of them a hundred yards from their pond and one poor little thing we found drowned in the pets' courtyard water bowl.
Monday, 4 August 2008
As soon as Constance and her friend Esme had been collected
by Felix and his Mum
our youngest granddaughter Imogen
and her parents came for a long weekend and on Saturday we went to the Oswestry Show.
Just after I took this photograph the cow blew a massive snort at Immy and she fell over backwards in shock. I almost fell over in shock myself.
Now we have a few days clear and then Grace and her friend Eleanor will be with us for a week. I'm definitely moving to the wrong side of the tracks in Nuneaton before next summer :O)