New toy!!

This morning I achieved greatness. I had an hour off work and managed to get done everything I needed to do in town: I went to Boots, BodyShop, the bank, Uniqlo and.......I went here and I bought one of these.

I am a very excited bunny and looking forward to home time tonight so I can go play and get on with the next challenge!

Friends in pain

I had a long chat with my bestest friend the other evening. Niki has Trigeminal Neuralgia(TN), an extremely painful and debilitating condition. The drugs she is on are debilitating if taken in any doseage to kill the pain, which they never do completely anyway, leaving her incapable of doing anything other than lying on her bed semi-comatose. So she has to take a doseage that takes the edge off leaving her susceptible to attacks of pain from the slightest thing, cleaning her teeth or washing her face or the brush of wind on her face. What you or I might consider to be a fairly unbearable migraine is the pain Niki has learnt to live with on a day to day basis. I don't think anyone can imagine what it must be like on a bad day.

Niki has to live with her parents as she can no longer work or drive. She has had two major operations of open skull surgery and a nerve block through the cheek. None have worked. She should be having a third open skull operation but the nearest consultant to her is in Bristol and as she is in Wales, the Welsh Health Authority have to approve the expenditure. And they won't. They say the operation can be carried out in Wales but, whilst that is true, none of the surgeons who could do it have the TN expertise to know what they are doing once they are inside her skull. The Bristol consultant has also said that there is more chance of the operation not being successful that being successful but there is still a chance that it will be but she deserves that chance.

The problem is that, technically, it isn't a life threatening disease. Not in the conventional sense of the word anyway. But in the last 6 months there have been four suicides from sufferers of TN and Niki, at the moment, sees suicide as a very real and possible option for her. Niki is a strong-willed, independant person who, despite everything, remains cheerful and resolute. She is now dependant on her family and friends for almost everything she does and has borne the whole thing with fortitude. For her to see suicide as something she has a right to do if she chooses, and to talk about it so matter of factly and so rationally, leaves me reeling.

She is my best friend and I love her like she was flesh and blood but in this situation, is it right for me to think she is selfish to take this way out when all other options have been exhausted? Or am I being selfish to expet her to live in agony just so the rest of us have her in our lives?

Who knows me best!!

Create your own friendquiz here

How green does your garden grow?

If it's anything like mine, very green. You might be excused for thinking these....



















...are gooseberries. They are, in fact, tomatoes. I have no idea when they are supposed to turn red because I've lost my very helpful Reader's Digest gardening book, without which, my gardening skills plummet to zero. I hope they hurry up and turn red soon or I'll be digging (no pun intended) out recipes for green tomato chutney.

Stu's Tuesday Challenge III

I'm really enjoying these photography cchallenges that Stu is setting. I love taking pictures but have never had the gumption to go out and learn more about what I'm doing. this is a great way to start "thinking" about the photos I take rather than snapping away!

So here are my efforts for this week to capture a repeating theme…

The man who killed 10,000 dogs

I've had family members almost sneer at me when I've tried to tell them about the atrocities that go on in the greyhound racing industry. "Oh" they say, "it's only a few dogs for heaven's sake. There's always going to be one or two people treating their dogs badly."

I want to ram this article in their faces and tell them to go away, read it, inwardly digest what it says and then tell me it's only a few dogs and it's still OK to go greyhound racing and support such atrocities.

And about time too

On Wednesday evening I finally got round to ringing an old friend that I haven't seen or spoken to for over 12 years.

Janet and I were at agricultural college together and we hit it off from the word go. We were "ladettes" before anyone had even thought to invent the term! We smoked, we drank, we swore and we didn't give a monkeys what anyone thought! The thing about agricultural college, even one as small as Gelli Aur, was that the boys seriously outnumbered the girls, in our case, 12 girls and 70 odd boys, so you did what you had to do to fit in. Even the lecturers said we were the coarsest bunch of girls they'd ever had there!

Janet dumped me in a bath of silage on my 18th birthday and I dumped her in a freezing cold water trough in January on hers! She taught me to roll cigarettes and I introduced her to the joys of Snakebite!

Janet's family - Mum and Dad, two brothers and a sister - welcomed me into the fold as one of their own, but then that's what farming families in Wales do. Being an only child in a single-parent family, this was such an eye-opening thing to happen that I've loved them all dearly ever since. As we grew up a bit, I was bridesmaid at Janet's first wedding and top-table guest at her second. Mine was the bolt-hole she escaped to when her first marriage collapsed around her. I should have been god-mother to her first daughter, Alice, but as I hadn't been christened, the Vicar was having none of it! Even if he had, I'm not entirely I would have been the kind of god-mother he would have had in mind!

The last time I saw Janet was Alice's 1st birthday. We didn't drift apart but she was in West Wales, I had moved to London and we just didn't stay in touch. My fault because I knew where Janet was and I kept moving about so she never knew where to find me. I still thought about her from time to time and kept meaning to call but never seemed to get round to it. Fortunately we have the kind of relationship that we could talk after a few months as if we had only spoken yesterday. But 12 years is a bit longer than a few months and whilst I was 99% sure Janet would be pleased to hear from me, that 1% doubt made me a bit nervous!

But I shouldn't have worried, once she picked herself up off the floor we were again chatting like we only spoke last week. What nearly made me blub was that she obviously had photos of me around and had talked to Alice about me and Alice says she remembers me and, with no prompting, ran off to get the totally inappropriate charm bracelet I had bought her for her 1st birthday! I've yet to meet her younger daughter, Sarah, but hhopefully it won't be too long before I do. Friendships that endure like that are to be treasured and I'm so glad I finally picked up the phone.

Stu Challenge II

I haven't blogged for a few days and thought I really must get round to it today but couldn't think of anything worthwhile to write and then Stu issued another photography challenge.....problem solved!!

The challenge was:

Your challenge this week, should you choose to accept it, is to take a photo (or several) with the intention of converting it to black and white. Of course, you can make the conversion if you wish, but the real work goes into finding a suitable subject.

I think I've gone a bit overboard on this one but I was having such fun and couldn't pick just one photograph so you got all seven! My only problem is that I don't have Photoshop so I had to make do with what I do have and the best of the bunch turned out to be Picasa. Even if it's not quite what Stu had in mind, I had fun!!

Edited to add...the pictures don't look quite so good now I've uploaded them because Blogger makes them that bit too small. They do look marginally better here

A mission accepted....

I'm hugely impressed by Stu's pictures and deciedd to take up his mission to take an interesting shot of a "bit" of an object rather than the whole thing. Being me though, I didn't use an object but one of The Lurchers. I love taking pictures but by Stu's high standards I'm pretty crap and I'm not sure if I've caught the gist of what he was suggesting or not. Well, I'll let you judge that one for yourself!

Who?

OH is watching a programme on TV about The Who. I don't really remember their early stuff and by the time I was old enough to appreciate music I was much more into glam rock (my first ever single was T.Rex's Ride a White Swan...what taste for a 7 year old!) and they never did, and still don't, do much for me.

Most people will have heard their distinct style over the years and will recognise the songs but isn't it a sign of the times that the most famous songs of one of the most notorious bands of their time will be more readily identified by which CSI they are the theme for!?

Ummmm.....

Headline on a local community website I frequent:

"OFWAT needs sharper teeth to deal with leaks"

Not quite sure that's what I'd use.......

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Bring me sunshine!

I bet the All England Lawn Tennis Association can't believe that, after all the sunshine and warm weather we've had, the first day of Wimbledon and it's persisting down!

We're only about a mile from the courts and I passed them on my way back from the bank this morning. Thousands of people milling about in their shorts or summer frocks (depending on whether they're in the cheap seats or hospitality!)....I hope they brought their brollies with them!

At least we had superb weather for our camping weekend. It was very relaxing and wonderful not to have to worry about a thing for a few days. There was a little drama on Friday afternoon with the new air bed, as mentioned in my previous post. I didn't actually hyperventilate blowing it up, as JG suggested I might, but I did hypervetilate not blowing it up. Because it's so big it comes with its own pump that plugs into the mains. Not a problem, I thought, as there's power where we were staying. What I failed to remember from last year is that although there are plug sockets there, the generator that powers them is embrokified, so they don't work. A minor sulking fit ensued until I remembered that a friend who lives not to far away had a battery operated pump. So a quick dash there and back and my kingsize airbed was inflated and I was a happy camper once more!

Oh dear!

So much for going back to camping basics! I've just bought a new air bed. Nothing wrong with the one we have but it's small and not the most comfortable of things. So I bought a king size 2ft high inflatable one.

I've yet to tell OH just how big it is and I'm hoping it fits in the tent!

We're off!

We're off for a long weekend (Dogga, I'm getting as bad as you!) camping! I have my tent, airbed, billy cans and every other comfort that might be required whilst parked in a field. Every year we seem to have more and more stuff and for just two nights, we set off with the car packed to the gunnells and stuff on the roof rack as well.

I really must try to get back to camping basics one of these days.

Why is it....

Why is it that men will do things that no woman with even half a brain cell would contemplate?

OH has had toothache for the last couple of weeks and it reached a high point on Friday when he could hardly eat. He then proceeded to get very, very drunk, wrapped some fabric around the tooth and then knocked it out with a lump hammer. I'm so glad I slept through it all.

Arggghhhhhhh

It's been a busy week this week. As well as normal work there was a Board meeting on Monday night and work's Annual Open Meeting last night. All my normal work has had to pile up whilst we got everything ready for the meetings. Plus our Open Day is coming up so the Senior Keeper keeps on at me to get stuff sorted out for that as well.

I got in about 10pm last night and apart from checking e-mail and a brief visit to a few weebsites I pretty much went straight to bed. So I was not hugely impressed to get up this morning and walk into the kitchen to a sink load of greasy unwashed dishes, with greasy unwashed saucepans on the side. Nice. And had someone thought to get The Lurchers breakfast bones out to defrost? No. And why, when someone has ages to "ablute" whilst I'm getting all the trough boxes ready, does someone choose to go the minute I need to? And does someone think to stop and say, don't rush, I'll walk The Lurchers this morning. No, they don't do that either.

I know OH is working full time as well and has a busy job on at the moment but so the *^%$* do I and a litte help would be really nice.

Today did not get off to a flying start.

Tog time again

Writing a shopping list so that you remember everything you need when you are in the supermarket is all very well, assuming you remember to take the list with you of course. But when you forget to put the things that you really need on the shopping list in the first place.......

*Public Service announcement*
That blog replaces the really interesting blog that I would like to have blogged but can't because I'd probably get sacked.

Dreams

Last night I had a nightmare. I suspect it was brought on by Lost being on the TV when I went to sleep but I, and a lot of other people, were in a ruined building in what seemed to be a jungle-like place. In the background was a terrifying drum beat making a boom boom, boom boom noise, and we were all cowering waiting for it to stop. When it did, we all got up to run to safety, but no sooner had we got up than it started again. So we all ran back to our cover and started cowering again....I guess with that very childlike concept that ifyou can't see whatever it is then it won't see you.

At that point I woke up, but in that split second of realising I was awake, I also realised that I could still hear that drum beat, boom boom, boom boom. I was absolutely terrified. It was only when I lifted the pillow off my head (don't ask, I just sometimes sleep that way), I realised that the beat was actually OH gently snoring and with the pillow over my head, it was reverberating through the bed. It still took a while for my heartrate to slow down and I've felt out of sorts all day.

I had another vivid dream last week. So vivid in fact that it is still with me. In the dream I was with my cousins and we were visiting a house that, I knew well in my dream, although awake it meant nothing to me. There were some friends of theirs there and one chap I seemingly knew well and it appeared that he loved me and cared for me a great deal. It was a very pleasant dream and when I awoke I was left with the feeling that, in my dream at least, I knew what it felt like to be loved unconditionally by another human being. It's a feeling I cling to still.

Productive

We've had a very productive day today.

The beans and tomatoes got planted

I'm not big on flowers but I do love fuschias and geraniums so a few plants I bought at a village fete last weekend got potted up too. As did a sad looking Thyme and an even sadder looking Rosemary, both of which I've had for a few years but have never done very well. Added to the pot were a new Marjoram and Lovage.

With Lurcher No.1 acting as Foreman.

I've also cut a load of Lemon Balm and Feverew and have hung them up to dry. And washed the kitchen down with an infusion of Rosemary and Thyme - both natural antibacterial. Very necessary as we seem to have been invaded by fruit flies.

All in all a very satisfying day (apart from the fruit flies that is)!

Please excuse the odd layout and text not matching up with pictures - Blogger won't play properly.

Growing pains

I've decided to grow some food in my garden again this year. I always start full of enthusiasm but somehow I can never keep it up. OH and I fall into the "stick it in a pot and if it grows it grows and if it doesn't, oh well" school of gardening, which is fine for shrubby type things because you cn pretty much stick them in a pot and they grow without requireing too much attention. However, tomatoes and French Beans, which are this years' chosen plants, require a little more care and attention. I am determined to see it through this year and reap the rewards of a bountiful crop of both.

Time will tell.