A welcome knock on the door at 7.30 this morning. It was that good Carla, the carer Ross Nursing have dedicated to us, who had just returned from one month’s holiday in Mexico, with her family.(She has a Mexican husband. It sounds so romantic. I love pulling her leg, from time to time, suggesting that he is tall handsome, deeply sun-tanned, he-man with a large drooping moustache, who wears a sombrero, but Carla disenchanted my vivid imagination by telling me that he looks just like the rest of us!) We were very pleased to see her back. Not that I had any complaints whatsoever about the people who stood in for her while she was away, they were all absolutely wonderful but it is nice to have back one’s regular carer. Ross Nursing tend to send the same carers to individual patients, so far as possible ,as this makes a good relationship between care and patient and also means that the carer understands and satisfies the needs of the patients more easily than carers who only turned up from time to time. Or, put another way understand the patient’s funny ways!
In fact Carla arrived back on Tuesday but in strict accordance with Harriet’s instruction, no carer is allowed anywhere near me who has a cold or sore throat, as in my case the consequences could be fatal if it turned into pneumonia.
‘My lovely’ spent six months in Rio de Janeiro in her late teens. She told me all about the wild three-day carnival that they have in Brazil. In fact, South America is one of the very few places I haven’t been to myself ,so she has one over on me there.
To be honest, I spent the best part of the day struggling with Dragon (I feel a bit like St George must have felt at the end of his battle with the Dragon!) I am determined not to let up on getting this remedied. In the meantime I have patiently gone on logging off and then on again, time and time again, whenever it decided the freeze (or not respond) on me. The latest trick it’s up to is whenever I want a drop-down menu, it appears as a complete black patch which is not exactly helpful. I can’t help feeling there’s something radically wrong with the hardware as well as the Dragon software. The problem is that as the MND Association have terminated their contract with AbilityNet, (who acted as agent for the MND Association in the purchase of computers and the like) I doubt whether they would be able to tell me whether or not this particular laptop is still under warranty. We are getting close to where we wlll have to backup everything on one of my standalone hard disks, find a second computer that I can use in the interim and then send this one back to Toshiba. One of the two USB ports, or its cable, is suspect but this is the very worst time of the year to consider such a course of action. With people winding down for Christmas, not to mention the ‘office party’ and long Christmassy liquid lunches and then Christmas Day, Boxing Day conveniently intervening over two weekends making it worthwhile tacking on a couple of days holiday to give a ten-day break and I would not see my laptop again until well into the New Year and clearly I cannot do without something very similar in the meantime.
Okay, so today’s diversion is about the 10 worst golfing partners you could possibly imagine. .’Fair go’ as my Aussie friends would say, I have given you non-golfers a good rest from golf stories but even the non-golfers amongst you might appreciate why playing with such people could drive you crazy. Click here and see for yourself. Incidentally, if any of my readers have any videos or funny stories that they think the rest of us would enjoy why not send them to me and I can use them in the blog. Bear in mind you must avoid jokes about fat or thin people, black or white, religious, sexist (or even sexy) short and tall, in fact anything to do with colour, class or creed and you are not left with much but by all means send them to me and I will vet them before including them in the blog.