I spent a reasonable comfortable night apart from the fact that my right shoulder became very painful around 3 a.m. Fortunately, Craig, who was sleeping in the spare room above me, had arranged to come down at 1.00, 3.00 and 5.00 to turn me and that always seems to relieve the pain. The problem is that I have become so weak I cannot lift one leg over the other and my arms get very easily trapped under the sheets. Also, although I can roll slightly from my side to my back and I don’t seem to be able to move my body into a comfortable position so being turned over at regular intervals has become a necessity.
We got up just after 6.30 when Craig admitted to having a splitting headache and not feeling at all well. Obviously I was concerned for him and insisted that he went straight home. This as much as anything was selfishness it on my part so as to avoid catching whatever virus he had contracted. Anything that affects my breathing could certainly land me up in hospital and I’m certainly not relishing that idea.
Sam the second of my carers came at 7.00 a.m. to discover that she was on her own but Jane mucked in and between them we got through the usual tasks of morning tea, showering, dressing and transporting me into my study chair before Sam left and Jane took over, giving me my breakfast, shaving me and supervising the teeth cleaning. Then, being familiar with the wrist splints I need to wear in order to operate the computer, Jane completed those jobs before leaving me to my own devices. I mentioned all these procedures in order to emphasise the number of things that one has to do in order to get going in the morning that most of us would take for granted and not give a second thought to.
Alan and Neil, technicians from Possom arrived this morning to remove their equipment from my office which, of course, I can no longer use. In fact I’ve been requesting the removal of this equipment for well over six bleak eight months in order to save the NHS the leasing cost. At the same time we looked at an alternative alarm , anticipating the day when I can no longer use my arms.
The one we settled for has a large button, on a flexible arm which clamps to the back of the chair, one each side, and can be operated from a touch from my head. They were really helpful. The only thing we didn’t manage to sort out was a voice activated telephone but I suspect, in the end, I may have to use Skype.
We also looked at what sort of alarm I could use in bed once I’ve lost use of my arms. They left a transmitter which can be activate the normal responder by sound. It has a little microphone which I’m hoping I can house in the corner of the respirator, which, when I shout into it, will activate the responder that Alice carries around with her. My only concern is that the sound of the respirator itself may trigger off the alarm. I shall try it out tonight or tomorrow night. In the meantime Jo (our lovely MND coordinator at Adenbrooke’s) had sent me a baby alarm to try out. However, how I’m supposed to make a noise wearing the respirator I’m not sure. In any event. I don’t think, ‘my lovely’ would want to have the sound of my breathing through the respirator and the wireless .all night. What we would probably do is to use that during the daytime with the receiver in the kitchen breakfast room, I should be able to shout into the microphone at my end to attract ‘my lovely’s’ attention.
Â After lunch,’ Paul the computer’ turned up to give Jane a bit of a break and as it was an exquisite day I got them to put me into my wheelchair cycle spent two or three hours garden while Paul tinker around with my laptop. That all work very well as just about the time I thought I would come in, ‘my lovely’ retirement from a triumphant visit for mothers 100th. Birthday in Cornwall. It had been a great success and granite was particularly pleased with the telegram from the Queen in addition to a birthday card from her. I suppose some poor secretary has to spend day after day filling in these cards on behalf of the Queen, as they must be more and more centurions reaching that right old age, everyday of the year.
Much as I appreciated the efforts of all the people who cared for me while ‘my lovely’ and being away, I must admit I was very pleased to see her home as no one understands my needs, and attempts of them as well as she does.
Fortuitously, I received some photographs, the like of which have not been seen since the year Granny was born so it seems appropriate that I should reproduce for the readers. Just click here to see them.As always, be patient as these photographs taken minute or two download.
I must say it’s good to have ‘my lovely’ back in charge as, no matter how good are the carerse, and they really are good, no one understands me or my needs better than her.
This fantastic weather continues. Something in the order of 10Â° above the norm for the time of year. In fact, yesterday Cambridge was the hottest spot in the British Isles at 25.2 C just 0.2C short of an all-time record which may well be broken today. I took advantage of it and spent a couple of hours taking the sun in the garden chaperoned by one of our neighbours from across the road, Joy Barrow, as none of our normal friends were available.Â
Joy and her husband Brian,, who had been in Claverimg almost as long as we have, are the most extraordinary couple. Certainly in their late 70s and they still ride round all over Europe and Russia and places like that on Tony’s motorbike.
Joy is a real livewire and into everything in the village sheÂ is a leading light in ourÂ Neighbourhood Watch and organises a nice little party in the villageÂ at Christmas for all the neighbours to meet each other whereas they may not even recognise themselves and then met in the street. I think she’s part of the historical society who have, over the past few years interviewed some of the older characters about what life was like when they were young Joy very kindly brought with her the latest product of the historic Society which was an interview with George Barker. A 97-year-old resident who’d spent most of his life living and working in and around Claving. She very kindly read it out to me. while we both sat in the garden, on another lovely day,, knowing that I find it almost impossible to handle paper it was a very kind gesture and and extremely interesting interview. Having been in the village ourselves almost 50 years many of the references to people and places were familiar to us and made us realise the changes that have taken place over that half-century
Talk about enjoying your old age. They Barrows are an example to us all and when you think some people in this country going to a retirement home the age of 55, what earth can they be thinking of.?
Incidentally, in the event today’s temperature was lower than yesterday’s so did not break all-time records.
The Rugby World Series continues in New Zealand and England scraped through, into the quarter-finals, against Scotland. As World Champions, having won the last series a couple of years ago, I think they will be very lucky to get past these quarter-finals, certainly on their present form.
I had a really uncomfortable time last night., Despite’ my lovely’ setting the alarm and coming down three times to turn me over. I am very much against her being woken by an alarm as I believe it to be the thin end of the wedge. t’s okay if she comes down when she wakes up naturally but if you’re going to be artificially woken out of the deep sleep at intervals she could get very tired so I am determined that we will find some other workable alternative. The pain in my shoulder on a scale of 1 to 10 certainly reached 9 last night.In addition, at a slightly lower level, I had pain in my knee, hip and foot. I’m glad I had a bone scan recently otherwise I would have suspected that I had some serious problem with my skeleton, as the hospital eliminated arthritis I’m at a loss to know what’s causing the pain. Last night may have been partially down to the fact I forgot to take my painkiller with my supper although the outcome was very little different from the night before. We will see what happens about then I’ll speak to Dr Margaret Saunders from the hospice, on Monday morning.
I made up for the poor night and had a nice start to the day by being able to watch the Irish play the Italians for a place in the quarter-finals. The Irish won by the slender margin handsomrly.
Tomorrow, we have been warned by the electricity supplier that the electricity will be switched off from 9 to 4 (trimming trees against the predicted hard winter to come!. Seven hours is a long time and as I am totally reliable on my laptop (I cannot even read a book without it) I shall have to revise my routine and spend more time listening to some classical music on my iPod.
Here is another bit of fun for you and good reason why you should never get caught up in any rioting crowds. This is similar to the one I including recently covering the inauguration of Obama.
Face recognition in a crowd
Do you think that this will make the perpetrators think a bit before starting riots??
This is the crowd before the riot in Vancouver.
Put your cursor anywhere in the crowd and double-click a couple of time You can zero in on one single face. The clarity is unbelievable.
This is the photo taken by Port Moody photographer Ronnie Miranda that appeared in Tri-City News Friday (24-June). This is actually scary. You can see – perfectly – the faces of everysingle individual and there were thousands!
As we had been warned, the electricity would go off at 9.00 a.m. I had suggested to ‘my lovely’ that we got Chris, our local electrician to come up and start the generator. That was the reason we put it in the first place, to cover power cuts, and at the time we agreed that he would pop in and start it up once a month to keep it in good running order. That was at least six months ago we had never touched it since. Alice had pre-empted me and arranged for Chris, or one of his colleagues, to pop in and start it, which he did. It worked like a charm and now I feel well prepared for a really hard winter. (In the event the electricity was not cut off until 11 o’clock. However, having the generator checked monthly throughout the winter has to be sensible. so nothing is wasted.
Of course, our biggest problem for lack of electricity, would be the rising bed and the reclining chair, either of which could prove to be very inconvenient if I was stuck up in the air ! The hoist, respirator and electric wheel chair all have batteries, so no problem there, as long as the power cut does not last more than 8 hours. With the cut in mind and I went through posting my daily blog and dealing with e-mails before the electricity was due to be ct off., after that even if the genorator failed us I would still able to make telephone calls and watch some DVDs on my to let tops
but fully before their batteries ran out.
In the meantime ,as the Indian summer continues – I believe this to be the last really hot day -I spent three hours in the garden, in my electric wheel chair, which helped pass the time. Looking at the five-day forecast I’m horrified to see the only day this week which looks a bit iffy as far as rain is concerned is tomorrow, my beloved Tuesday. I really must make an effort to go to the golf club unless there is a serious possibility that I, and my wheelchair, get soaked. which is a risk I dare not take.
Here’s today’s little offering to make you chuckle. I may have used it before as it is one of those golden oldies that comes round from time to time but never mind if you’re like me will probably forgotten the punch line anyway!
Â There was this man sitting at the bar staring at my drink when a large, trouble-making biker steps up next to me, grabs my drink, and gulps it down in one swig.
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Well, whatcha’ gonna do about it?” he says, menacingly, as the ma burst into tears.
“Come on, man,” the biker says, “I didn’t think you’d CRY. I can`t stand to see a man crying.”Â
“This is the worst day of my life,” the man said. “I’m a complete failure.Â I was late to a meeting and my boss fired me. When I went to the parkingÂ lot, I found my car had been stolen, and I don’t have any insurance.Â I left my wallet in the cab I took home.Â I found my wife with another man, and then my dog bit me.”Â
“So I came to this bar to work up the courage to put an end to it all, I buy a drink, I drop a capsule in and sit here watching the poison dissolve; then you show up and drink the whole thing!Â …Â Â Â
The last day of this current run of fine sunny weather. Fortunately it lasted until today which, of course, being a Tuesday was geriatric golf day. It was glorious in the sunshine although a little blowy in the wind. I tick tacked backwards and forwards across the course speaking to the various foursomes who were playing today. I then returned to the clubhouse around 12.30 for a glass of wine and a cigar before lunch. Karl Creasy and John Gray were on hand and generally looked after my needs. I just wonder how many more decent days we will have this year when I am able to drive around the course in comfort. Basically I’ve said to myself I will not go unless the temperature is above 10Â°C and dry.
Yesterday’s weather reminded me of that line from Keats’ poem.. Season of mists and mellow fruitfulnessâ€¦ There was certainly an early-morning autumnal mist before the sun broke through. Because of the rather strange unseasonable weather we’ve had this year it has been the best for, as far back as I can remember, for plentitude of fruit.
I mentioned in an earlier entry that our trees were groaning under the weight of a massive load of plums which reminded me to refer the reader to the Anecdotes section and the little story entitled, Jamie Oliver Eat Your Heart out. ‘Not only were the plums in abundance but also the apples ,pears, gooseberries and quince (is quince one of those words when the singular and plural are the same?. Anyway more than one of our friends makes quince jelly, so by providing them with the raw material we usually end up with a couple of jars â€“ delicious with cheese .I heard on the news last night that the strawberry fields have come into season again for a second picking which is extremely unusual. I also heard that we were in for a very hard winter. So we must batten down the hatches. If that is so I suspect my carers may have difficulties on some mornings on the icy roads. I might well find myself having to stay in bed longer than I would have wished unless I can persuadle ‘my lovely’ to attempt the whole getting up process.
Picked up a beautiful light blue woollen jumper from the crowd at the club, which ‘my lovely’ gave me for my birthday.Â It’s taken for ever to come because of the embroidered crest of Worlington.
Still no news from Nuance, the voice activation people. It must now be the best part of three months now since the videoconference with a UK team took place try to resolve my problem. I am not impressed. In the meantime Paul is proceeding to uninstall the data and programmes and reinstall them in the hope that that will resolve the problem.
I think I was as surprised as many others when the American girl and her boyfriend had their plea of guilty overturned by the Italian Supreme Court, for the murder of their flatmate. However I make no comment on it because I always avoid anything semi-political or two controversial. However, I wondered if this meant that under Italian law as a result, they are both declared to be innocent or is it likely Scottish law where one of the verdicts can be ‘ not proven’. As I understand it, and I am no expert in criminal law in any country, this means that a person can be tried again on the same charge should fresh evidence come to light. Or, is it like English law were having been found innocent who cannot be tried for the same offence twice – although I understand that there is quite recently been asked slight change in that. I’m curious to know whether the decision of the Italians in court means that the verdict the case against the American girl and her boyfriend is’ not proven’. The other interesting aspect of this case is that I understand from the news media that there is the prospect of a film and book and exclusive newspaper stories which altogether could bring them in say $20 million. As I understand it the rule of law in this country is that no one can benefit from their own crime, so if the prosecutors appeal succeeds and the verdict is once more reversed, the proceeds from all of these media circuses would be confiscated for the Crown I wonder if the same applies in Italy? I’m sure that one of my readers will be able to clarify the situation for me and any other reader who might also be puzzled. I suggest clicking on the comment bottom of today’s entry so that anything you tell me can be shared with all the other readers.
A` great start to today. I managed to delete most of my shortcut icons from my desktop whilst I was moving one of them into my recycle bin. (Something in that 25 years of using a computer I have never managed to do before). Obviously Instead of keeping my head and pressing CTRL + Z, I started down the Restore route and by then it was too late to utilise the simpler method. After a few moments I decided to call Help from Paul,, who, generous as ever, said he will try to pop in at lunchtime and fix it for me, although he is in the end stages of a big work order for his brother, so he could give no guarantees
The electric wheelchair technician, Mark, came today from Holly’s, by appointment specifically to show me how to use the chin control in preparation to the day when I arms do not work but failed to bring it with. him. It’s all ready to go and just needs the actual chin support fitted, so I don’t quite understand why he came without it.
Talking of Mark, my great nephew, young Tom Grand’s wife, Leticia, gave birth to a baby boy last week, just one day after Granny’s hundredth birthday, and I heard, through the grapevine, that he was to be called Arthur Mark. Arthur after his other great uncle, and that Mark was included in remembrance of me. I was very flattered and honoured – particularly as neither of my grandsons had had my name included, Karl, my son-in-law, and daughter Chloe, not wishing to make one side or other of the family jealous., However before I thanked them both I needed to the absolutely sure that it wasn’t just included because it was a name they liked. How embarrassing that would have been had I made the wrong assumption. Fortunately, Tom rang me and confirmed the news. It was a very kindly gesture.
Coming back to the wheelchair and the chin control, the idea was that I used both in tandem whilst I could still use my hand and then when I’m forced to switch entirely to the chin I will be competent to use it. . I asked Mark if the chair could withstand getting wet in the rain. He said, if I got caught in a heavy squall that might prove to be a problem otherwise a little bit of gentle rain would do it no harm. He did, however, come up with a good idea and suggested trying to buy a specially designed cape which fits right over the wheelchair. If I could find the right one it would also be great for keeping me warm on the golf course in the winter nothing was available on eBay that would protect both me and the wheelchair. However we have The Great Western Saddlery Co-, just around the corner who I believe make horse blankets so perhaps I can persuade them to make me a custom built cloak.
I have just received an e-mail from an Aussie reader where he described his lunch as orgasmic (some people are easily pleased1) however, I thought the least I could do is to share it with the other readersâ€¦., gotta go as lunch is overâ€¦. had my favourite todayâ€¦..toasted wholemeal bread drizzled with local organic olive oil and then spread with half an avocado liberally showered with crushed pepperâ€¦orgasimic!!!!
It is sometime since I included a thing of beauty on this blog so you will find attached a PowerPoint slide show of what has been descress enjoy.ibed as The Most Beautiful Pictures Ever. Click Here.Â It is such a pity that there is no explanationÂ aboutÂ the pictures sand where they were taken. Neverthel enjoy. Â As usual please be patient while the slides download and then click on the fourth icon in the bottom tray on the right to start the slideshow..
Like all good Englishman I shall start today by discussing the weather. I don’t know where the custom arose but it has always been considered to be a polite ‘ice breaker’ between comparative strangers or people meeting for the first time (if you’ll forgive the pun). Anyway the autumn is clearly upon us and the days of sitting in the garden in the sunshine enjoying a small cigar are probably behind us. I’ve always said that if I had a choice I would hibernate during the months of November to February thus avoiding the English winter altogether, unless, that is, I was free of family ties and could afford to spend that time, say in the Bahamas. (Not, I’m quick to add, would I wish to be free of family ties)
Having got that off my chest, what other news?
I can do no better than to quote the subtitle of today’s editorial in The Times. The Apple founder transformed the way we live and offered a model for Western companies in an increasingly competitive world. The editorial was headed
The editor was mourning the untimely passing of Steve Jobs – only 52 who died of pancreatic cancer -, the founder of Apple, the alternative computer to Microsoft, the inventor of the iPod, iPad etc, a man who has probably had more influence on the way we live now any other person alive or dead.
I rather like the quotation, by George Bernard Shaw, with which this article begins “.The reasonable man adapts himself to the world, the unreasonable man persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man”
On this premise the editor goes on to describe Steve Jobs as ‘ an unreasonable man.. who refused to accept the world of technology as it was and in trying to adapt it to his vision of how it could be. He was spectacularly successfulâ€¦ ‘Apart from his computer hardware, ‘one of his greatest insights was to spot the potential of networking and the Internetâ€¦. His greatest strengths were that he was brave enough to think differently; bold enough to believe he could change the world and talented enough to do it’.. What greater epitaph could a man have
Something else which has had a universal influence on millions of people, is the BBC (British Broadcasting Corporation). Particularly ,The World Service which broadcasts to the Third World. I was saddened to hear the news last evening that 2000 jobs in the BBC are to go in an attempt to save some billions of pounds and that, as a result we will get many more repeats (as if we don’t get enough as it is. As I turned on the television to catch the six o’clock news on BBC One, I could not help seeing the end of a quiz program entitled Pointless. Congratulations to the person who thought of the title as it is a succinct description of the programme itself and illustrates perfectly a point that I have made time and time again and that is, why an earth does it take 30 or 40 highly paid people to make even the simplest of programmes? Unfortunately being unable to hold a pen, I could not jot down the precise number of directors; produces; gaffers; technicians etc etc it took to make this anodyne play this programme, but I could guess that it was not far short of 40. Certainly there were something like eight or nineÂ researchers, several producersÂ and one Series Producer. Frankly, I would have thought, as a static show, at a pinch, it could have been filmed using a couple of handheld camcorders and a technician to do the editing and titles.
I also heard today that the promoters of the cartoon programme in America The Simpsons, lose money on every episode as they pay the voice-over actors $8 million (presumably for each series) If such extravagance is repeated within the BBC who need to save so much money they would be far better reducing the number of people engaged on such simple pointless programmes, at ridiculously disproportionately high salaries, or maybe they are locked in the jaws of the trade unions!
Dare I mention yet again that I have still not received a reply from Ruben, who I understand to be the senior technician of Nuance (my voice activation people). My problem started in June ,so shortly we will pass the six month point. The problem is I have no alternative but to continue with this voice activation system having no longer any use of my hands. The laptop has become my voice and therefore to take six months to resolve a problem with their own software is utterly ridiculous. Obviously, by persisting and finding clever ways of overcoming the problem I have been able to continue the blog but had I not been sufficiently computer literate I suggest a delay of six months between entries would have been sufficient to have killed it off altogether. This being so I can think of no more apt tale to tell you today than that of Silver Surfers. Click here
A very pleasant start to the day, after an uncomfortable tonight – shoulder and knee again – which started off by me watching the World Series Rugby in New Zealand. I just saw the end of the Welsh victory against Ireland, making them the first of the home teams to get into the semi-finals. Then, the big one, England against, the old enemy, France, who proved too good for us on the day. Thus we, as current world champions, are on our way home leaving it to Wales to save the honour of the British Isles when they play France in the semi-finals.
Coming back to these painful nights, I had a word with Dr Margaret Saunders, from the Rank Hospice, yesterday – Margaret is in charge of my palliative care – and she suggested that I should meet her pain control team so I have agreed to visit the Hospice in the near future. It is this Hospice that I’m hoping will be featured in the BBC sequel to the Sir Terry Pratchett’s programme about Choosing to Die (see 15 June entry). I rang Craig Hunter ,the director of the original programme, who, although preoccupied with a brand-new baby, told me that he is still waiting to hear from the BBC. I suppose no news is good news, at least they have not turned down the idea. The wheels of such mighty institutions as the BBC grind exceedingly slowly.
I now have a date for my cataract operation at the end of this month. However it’s not quite as straightforward as I would have hoped as they are going to make me lie flat on my back with the respirator working to ensure that I can maintain that position for 15 min. as it is imperative that I do not move. I certainly have wondered once or twice whether I should risk it but there’s no doubt that as things stand I can see a shadow under anything I’m reading or watching on television. Once I have had the cataract operation and provided it is successful then I can launch out and buy some new glasses.
Paul came round after lunch a couple of hours, so Alice could go out. Thus we sat and messed about with the computer but did not really achieve much. I think I am a distraction when Paul comes and it would be better if I left it to him to continue the work that he has already started in uninstalling and reinstalling the programmes and data to see that resolves the voice activation problem.
I watched a fascinating film, after Paul had gone, called The Social Network which was all about how Facebook had started, almost by accident, and that created the youngest billionaire in the world, as a result.
Started off the day by watching an excellent match in the World Series Rugby Championships in New Zealand between, the favourites, New Zealand and underdogs Argentina. It was generally expected that Argentina would be absolutely slaughtered by the the New Zealanders (the All Blacks) by a margin of 30 or 40 points but, unbelievably Argentina they were ahead after the first quarter of the match having scored a try to New Zealand’s two penalties., New Zealand did not score its first try until the 67th. minute, just 13 min before the end of the match, but the result was inevitable with New Zealand winning 33-10, not surprising really when you consider that it is 17 years since any team beat New Zealand on their home territory.
A nice start to the day with an e-mail from an old friend in Austria, Eugen Salpius, an eminent lawyer/arbitrator, who I had not seen or heard from for two or three years, saying how much he and wife Truadi , were enjoying the blog. It never ceases to amaze me how it seems to have touched friends all over the world.
I was chasing Social Services yesterday, for an application form to apply for the higher rate of Attendance Allowance, as suggested by my MND team at Adenbrookes. I was delighted to learn that I have been receiving it as part of my state pension since 23rd. June. I know it’s not much but I’m ashamed to say that I hadn’t noticed. To be frank I’m not even sure how much is the state pension. Having said that I would have expected some sort of note from social services telling me that I had been granted this higher rate.
In general conversation, going about their business, two of my carers happened to mention their Sunday lunch. Traditionally roast beef or lamb, roast potatoes and peas etc. The more important thing is that they are typically following the family tradition of my youth, when most families, irrespective of social class, got the entire family sitting around the table for Sunday lunch and in doing so, conversed together. This is becoming rarer and rarer since people now tend to eat when it suits them in front of the television.
I was delighted to hear that there are still people like Christine and Louise who value the old traditions. The point being that I heard a big employer the other day complaining that many of the young people who apply for jobs have no social graces. They are barely capable of carrying out a reasonable conversation. Much of the problem being that they have rarely sat down and held a serious conversation with their parents but instead have been indoctrinated by much of the rubbish shown on television.
Social graces and knowing how to behave can be almost as important as being able to read and write when it comes to jobs which do not require a great deal of academic prowess. I’m also delighted to hear that this government is expanding the possibilities of apprenticeships and internships and luring youngsters away from university education who really are not up to it and would probably, in any event, not benefit from it. I think the last government’s target of ensuring that at least 50% of all school leavers attended university was misplaced as we have a great shortage of engineers, technicians and people who are good at working with their hands.
I had a telephone call today from Hew (Dundas) a committee member of The Arbitration Club and chairman of the Oil and Gas Branch, suggesting that the Hon. Sec, Martin Potter, be my official guest and represent me, at a the forthcoming dinner, that is, of course, if I was unable to attend myself, as Hew suspected. So typically considerate of Hew and I was delighted that he had chosen Martin Porter and wife Winifred ,who have worked tirelessly for the Arbitration Club since taking on the role of Hon. Sec. As I explained to Hew I would love to have come but I fear my evening dinner days have almost certainly come to an end. I’m okay on the morning and for lunch next door at the Cricketers, but I noticeably become quite exhausted around 7 p.m. and I’m usually glad to go to bed a couple of hours later. This being so I just could not physically cope with a London dinner getting home around midnight.
Here is something for the more serious reader.
A relatively easy to understand explanation of the 10 dimension. Most of us understand ythe first three, dimensions, length, breadth and height but few would understand much beyond the fifth dimension. It is worthwhile spending a little time following this explanation. Click here. to follow the explanation. I know that Giggsy will particularly enjoy this
My faithful secretary Doreen, came in today to catch up with filing etc. It only seems a short while ago that she came here to do the same job and I find it hard to believe that there would be very much to do, however it still took a couple of hours. This despite my having given up most of my activities and ruthlessly dealing with incoming mail, much of which goes straight into the waste paper basket unless it is something that I am likely to need to refer to in the relatively near future. Add to this the new policy I have introduced when I have a file opened for me. Any, papers or documents which I have not looked at for more than a year are shredded or thrown out and yet still the amount of paperwork still increases.
I heard today from Dr Saunders, from the Rank Hospice in Cambridge, that she has arranged for a group session for me, this coming Friday, to try to ameliorate the pain I am still getting in my joints, at night.
‘My lovely’ came home this afternoon with an enormous waterproof cape, which, when we tried itt on, proved plenty big enough to cover both me and my electric wheelchair. Alice has fone extremely well in finding this as I could not find anything even vaguely similar on eBay.
Cousin Joan, from British Columbia, sent a blog comment today concerning my forthcoming cataract operation and saying what an enormous improvement she had experienced following her own operation sometime ago. Very encouraging.
How would you describe Hell? I love this chemistry student#s explanation.. Click here. I would certainly have given this student an A+ for this clever and amusing answer.