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10 November 2010

Posted by DMC on 10 November 2010 in Diary, Photos |

A busy day. Late morning bthe domiciliary dentist, Sian, arrived with her assistant Pauline to carry out a further hygienist session. Delightful ladies who certainly seem to know what they’re doing.

Then, mid-afternoon, the good Dr Michael arrived en route to Australia tomorrow evening. Then late afternoon, Christian Hanscomb dropped off my video camera and the film that she took for the 20th Arbitration Club Dinner at Drapers Hall. I’ve been dying to see this film before I send it off to Monti to convert to a DVD.

I think I have at last mastered the method of adding media to this blog so just to satisfy myself and hopefully to give the readers some pleasure I shall add the following:

Anecdotes

Words of wisdom from George were Bernard Shaw

Facts Days of Yore

Puns for Educated Minds.

Jokes

Funny — Giving Back to the Church

Blondie and the windows

Deaf wife

Courtroom Jokes

O ld  Guy Rocks

Photos

Great pics

Views from above the Earth

Aerial Trip around the World

Greater love hath no man

National Geographical — Best Pictures of the Year

Globus -Unusual Air Baloons

Unusual pictues

Shuttle pictures

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7 September 2011

Posted by DMC on 8 September 2011 in Diary, Photos |

Last evening I watched an interesting programme on television showing black and white film of the evacuation of 3½, million children from London, or thereabouts who were evacuated to the country. This event was probably one of the earliest I can remember as I was one of those evacuees, a few days past my fifth birthday. I recall the label around my neck and my gas mask in its cardboard box. I do have a clear memory of disembarking from the train with a group of other children. I think there were about eight of us in all taken off around the village by an evacuation officer. I’m sure it was pure serendipity as to what station you alighted and no doubt different groups were instructed to alight different stations alo

Under emergency legislation passed in anticipation of war (although this was a few days before we declared war on Germany) emergency legislation made it compulsory for every household approached by the evacuation authority to take in at least one child, provided that his there was no reasonable excuse for not doing so. Of course, they could take more than one if they were so inclined and had the space otherwise it was quite possible for siblings to be split up. In fact, it has been disclosed since that some people took advantage of the evacuees as a source of cheap labour.

I do recall traipsing from house- to house with my co-evacuees and being critically looked over by the would-be foster parents who after examining everything except our teeth would select from those of us who remained.- rather like a far Eastern slave market where one hoped one would be picked out by one of the kinder looking people who came to their front door. Some of the people indeed were quite hostile as they seemed unaware of their liability under the law. 0In any event the number dwindled until only I was left. I have no doubt that the evacuation officer was anxious to complete her task and get home

I was small for my age and for some reason did not appeal to the people being forced to take in an evacuee. I seem to have memories of it getting dark and beginning to rain when we knocked on the last door It was opened by what looked to me to be a very ancient witch-like figure, who having heard the evacuation officers ultimatum about taking in a child called her husband who was equally as old and wizened – I doubt if they were over 50! but to a five-year-old….. (even my own dear granddaughter Lara, when she was three, looked at a one-day “grandpa, you are very old”) They certainly had not envisaged being asked are clearly upset by the prospect of having a ‘ dirty little boy’ in their pristine house, but then the law was and they had no choice.

The elderly couple were clearly not enamoured with the idea of having a small child in the house and within a week and being unloaded onto her daughter explore. She was a jolly chubby soul with children of her own and I cannot remember being particularly unhappy there. I do remember, however, pushing the large brown that I can hardly see over the edge of. The great excitement of living with these people is the husband was a driver for the London Brick Company and in my school holidays I was allowed to ride with him on his deliveries. I stayed with this family for a couple of years before going off to boarding school.

Click here to see a picture in a billion. This was taken at the entrance to Katlan Bay at the end of the road in Sitka, Alaska.

The whale is coming up to scoop a mouthful of herring(the small fish seen  at the surface around the kayak). The kayaker is a local Sitka Dentist. He apparently didn’t sustain any injuries from the terrifying experience. The whale was just around the corner from the ferry terminal, and all the kayaker could think at that moment in time was: “Paddle Man – really fast!”

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21 September 2011

Posted by DMC on 22 September 2011 in Diary, Photos |

Yesterday, at 10.00 a,,m, sharp there was a knock on the door. It was Ollie who had come, with his ambulance, to take me to the golf club. Last week he told me quite clearly that he was very sorry but he could not take me this week as his ambulance was going in to be sprayed. I had quite reconciled myself to missing this day out but obviously something changed in Ollie’s plans but he had not bothered to inform me. Although he offered to wait while I changed I would have been too late to catch up with the first group finishing their first nine and therefore considered it not worth the effort of changing and rushing to the club to try to catch up with my friends.

My troubles continue with my laptop. Indeed, they appear to be getting worse. Yesterday ,in the middle of editing my blog, I lost 21 pages. They simply disappeared off the screen. I am thoroughly familiar with the method of recovering documents but no matter what I did I could not locate the 21 missing pages. In the end I decided that I would let the MND Association’s contracted technicians, Microlink, sort it out for me. I rang them and on the promise that they would ring back shortly spent most of the day avoiding using my telephone but no call came from them. I rang again this morning and was palmed off with the same message. They will ring me back. That was an hour or so ago so we will see if they are true to their word this time.. (They did eventually ring back six hours later only to confirm my worst fears that these pages have been permanently deleted. Fortunately I can copy the missing pages from the blog itself and paste them back into the blog diary-what a bore)

Apart from the loss of my 21 pages, other things seem to be happening to my laptop. The default pages of word have changed, as indeed have they in my Blog. This means I have to go via a different route to get to various menus. If I didn’t know better I would think that I had a virus on my computer. On my own computer I always ran Norton Antivirus but when the MND Association loaned me this particular laptop they had their own anti-virus programme installed. I just hope it’s working!

Still no response from the MND ‘s support team over my Dragon problems. As it is now over four months since we started dealing with this particular issue and I have had to spend 14 or 15 hours on the telephone with them to-date, I have come to the end of my patience and informed them that unless we resolve something by the end of this week I shall contact the CEO or trustees of the MND Association and suggest that we seek help from more competent technicians. I don’t suppose for one minute that this threat will worry them at all but it will at least make the MND Association aware that, for whatever reason, they are simply not providing the service that we need which is even for important for disabled people than for those who are able-bodied .

We have a saying in this country, It never rains but it pours. Compounding the problems I am already having with my laptop, today the Live box internet connection failed. I rang the Orange broadband technicians to talk me through reconnection but ,of course, could not carry out their instructions myself so I roped it in’ Jane the sheep’ who was babysitting at the time. Paul Jane could have tortured herself on plugging power leads and holding switches down until the gentleman at the other end of the telephone-who was I suspect speaking from Bangalore!-said we could go no further until we connected the Live box with a special red cable which he would send to me in 2 or 3 working days. I knew this to be nonsense as only a couple of weeks ago I had the same problem and managed to restore the wireless connection without any cable, but there was no arguing with this gentleman. After I hung up I rang Paul, who was just around the corner and his brother’s works, and he kindly popped round and quickly sorted it out for me.

After all these problems I felt exhausted, just like this little fellow. Click here

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