Thursday 22 September 2011

Signed off till November 2nd

GP is not very happy about my BP which was 180/108 after two weeks on Amlodipine

Yesterday's twitch.  The IMA(Independent Medical Assessment\) report came through via email yesterday and I find myself irritated in all the old familiar ways about how work manage sick leave and how medical suport providers seem to play chinese whispers.

The report is signed by a Dr I have never heard of before and who I have neither seen nor spoken to but the report has his name on it and is labelled as expressing his opinions.  I do have the opportunity to provide information where I think the content is factually incorrect, which it is, but don't have the clarity of mind to identify and comment on the key things.

Friday 5 August 2011

Charidee

   

  I just had a call from a Charity asking me to donate some of my clothes to the starving people throughout the world.

            I told them to EFF Off.   Anybody who fits into my clothes isn't starving.

Saturday 16 July 2011

final hours of 49

While ironing my dress for tonight, it was discovered that my sister has chosen the same colour scheme for her planned dress.  Again.  So she has changed it, after all, she's at home and has more options

Friday 1 July 2011

Fabulous weekend - the evidence

Givaudan Crew at Cumberwell 2011 Fireworks http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E68ALLs4hBA
Givaudan Crew at Cumberwell 2011 Chinese Lanterns http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ii-1pEV9RU
- Lasagne for Friday night that didn't defrost in time, so we ate it on Sunday night -
- sniffiness about the fact that Lindauer doesn't really count as champagne, but we did manage a couple of bottles of the propper bubbly
- frying today on Sunday, sitting outside reading a book
- playing with cute, gorgeous, and terribly well-behaved babies
- Pimms before carriages to take us to dinner
- U2 disrupting our relaxation by using a noisy helicopter to get to Glastonbury from the other side of the park
- birdwatching and long discussion about owls - what do YOU think is the most common owl in the UK?
 
yes, we will be going back for a 4th fantastic weekend at Cumberwell next year
 
 
 

Tuesday 28 June 2011

Victoria Meldrew

Dear Prime Minister,
Please find below some suggestions for fixing England 's economy.

Instead of giving billions of pounds to banks to squander on lavish parties and unearned bonuses, use the "Patriotic Retirement Plan" for the 10 million or so over-50's in the work force.
Pay them £1 million each severance for early retirement with the following stipulations:
1) They MUST retire.  (Ten million job openings - unemployment fixed)
2) They MUST buy a new British car. (Ten million cars ordered - Car Industry fixed )
3) They MUST either buy a house or pay off their mortgage - (Housing Crisis fixed )
4) They MUST send their kids to school/college/university - (Crime rate fixed )
5) They MUST buy £100 WORTH of alcohol/tobacco a week .....  (reclaim the cost in duties/taxes)
6) Instead of stuffing around with the carbon emissions trading scheme that makes us pay for the major polluters, tell the greedy bastards to reduce their pollution emissions by 75% within 5 years or we shut them down.
It can't get any easier than that!
P.S. If more money is needed, have all members of parliament pay back their falsely claimed expenses and second home allowances
If you think this would work, please forward to everyone you know.   Dear Mr. Cameron,
Please find below our suggestion for fixing England 's economy.
Instead of giving billions of pounds to banks that will squander the money on lavish parties and unearned bonuses, use the following plan.
You can call it the Patriotic Retirement Plan:
There are about 10 million people over 50 in the work force.
Pay them £1 million each severance for early retirement with the following stipulations:
1) They MUST retire.
Ten million job openings - unemployment fixed
2) They MUST buy a new British car.
Ten million cars ordered - Car Industry fixed
3) They MUST either buy a house or pay off their mortgage -
Housing Crisis fixed
4) They MUST send their kids to school/college/university -
Crime rate fixed
5) They MUST buy £100 WORTH of alcohol/tobacco a week .....
and there's your money back in duty/tax etc
6) Instead of stuffing around with the carbon emissions trading scheme that makes us pay for the major polluters, tell the greedy bastards to reduce their pollution emissions by 75% within 5 years or we shut them down.
It can't get any easier than that!
P.S. If more money is needed, have all members of parliament pay back their falsely claimed expenses and second home allowances
If you think this would work, please forward to everyone you know.
If not, please disregard.
Grumpies of the World Unite
Also………..
Let's put the pensioners in jail and the criminals in a nursing home.
This way the pensioners would have access to showers, hobbies and walks.
They'd receive unlimited free prescriptions, dental and medical treatment, wheel chairs etc and they'd receive money instead of paying it out.
They would have constant video monitoring, so they could be helped instantly, if they fell, or needed assistance.
Bedding would be washed twice a week, and all clothing would be ironed and returned to them.
A guard would check on them every 20 minutes and bring their meals and snacks to their cell.
They would have family visits in a suite built for that purpose.
They would have access to a library, weight room, spiritual counselling, pool and education.
Simple clothing, shoes, slippers, PJ's and legal aid would be free, on request.
Private, secure rooms for all, with an exercise outdoor yard, with gardens.
Each senior could have a PC a TV radio and daily phone calls.
There would be a board of directors to hear complaints, and the guards would have a code of conduct that would be strictly adhered to.
The criminals would get cold food, be left all alone and unsupervised. Lights off at 8pm, and showers once a week.  Live in a tiny room and pay £600.00 per week and have no hope of ever getting out.
Think about this (more points of contention):
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COWS
Is it just me, or does anyone else find it amazing that during the mad cow epidemic our government could track a single cow, born in Appleby almost three years ago, right to the stall where she slept in the county of Cumbria?
And, they even tracked her calves to their stalls. But they are unable to locate 125,000 illegal immigrants wandering around our country. Maybe we should give each of them a cow.
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THE BRITISH CONSTITUTION They keep talking about drafting a Constitution for Iraq ... Why don't we just give them ours?
It was drawn up by a lot of really smart guys, it has worked for centuries and we're not using it anymore.
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THE 10 COMMANDMENTS
The real reason that we can't have the Ten Commandments posted in a courthouse or Parliament, is this -
You cannot post 'Thou Shalt Not Steal', 'Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery' and 'Thou Shall Not Lie' in a building full of lawyers, judges and politicians..... It creates a hostile work environment.
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Also;
Think about this .... If you don't want to forward this for fear of offending someone -- YOU ARE PART OF THE PROBLEM! It is time for us grumpy old folk of Britain to speak up!

If not, please disregard.
Grumpies of the World Unite
Also………..
Let's put the pensioners in jail and the criminals in a nursing home.
This way the pensioners would have access to showers, hobbies and walks.
They'd receive unlimited free prescriptions, dental and medical treatment, wheel chairs etc and they'd receive money instead of paying it out.
They would have constant video monitoring, so they could be helped instantly, if they fell, or needed assistance.
Bedding would be washed twice a week, and all clothing would be ironed and returned to them.
A guard would check on them every 20 minutes and bring their meals and snacks to their cell.
They would have family visits in a suite built for that purpose.
They would have access to a library, weight room, spiritual counselling, pool and education.
Simple clothing, shoes, slippers, PJ's and legal aid would be free, on request.
Private, secure rooms for all, with an exercise outdoor yard, with gardens.
Each senior could have a PC a TV radio and daily phone calls.
There would be a board of directors to hear complaints, and the guards would have a code of conduct that would be strictly adhered to.
The criminals would get cold food, be left all alone and unsupervised. Lights off at 8pm, and showers once a week.  Live in a tiny room and pay £600.00 per week and have no hope of ever getting out.
Think about this (more points of contention):
------------------------------------------------------------------------
COWS
Is it just me, or does anyone else find it amazing that during the mad cow epidemic our government could track a single cow, born in Appleby almost three years ago, right to the stall where she slept in the county of Cumbria?
And, they even tracked her calves to their stalls. But they are unable to locate 125,000 illegal immigrants wandering around our country. Maybe we should give each of them a cow.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
THE BRITISH CONSTITUTION They keep talking about drafting a Constitution for Iraq ... Why don't we just give them ours?
It was drawn up by a lot of really smart guys, it has worked for centuries and we're not using it anymore.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
THE 10 COMMANDMENTS
The real reason that we can't have the Ten Commandments posted in a courthouse or Parliament, is this -
You cannot post 'Thou Shalt Not Steal', 'Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery' and 'Thou Shall Not Lie' in a building full of lawyers, judges and politicians..... It creates a hostile work environment.
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Also;
Think about this .... If you don't want to forward this for fear of offending someone -- YOU ARE PART OF THE PROBLEM! It is time for us grumpy old folk of Britain to speak up!

Tuesday 21 June 2011

took the words right out of my mind

I think this is a stunningly good and worthwhile piece of prose, not written by me but de-personalised and edited lightly because I really wanted to be able to share it with you.

She has taken the words right out of my mind and said them for me (except that I wasn't as sensible or brave when I was 48)

This is part of an email from someone leaving their company......

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, and my loving family for less white hair or a flatter tum. As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical. I've become my own friend. I don't feel guilty for eating that extra biscuit or piece of cake, or for not making the bed, or for buying that silly outdoor ornament that I didn't need, but looks so ‘avante garde’ on the patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
But, I have seen too many friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging, so, yes, I am leaving after 20+ years.

At the age of 48 my body has decided for me, that it can no longer ‘be’ as stationary and needs to be much more active, so I have decided to give myself a break, in the knowledge that I can live without the finer things in life, for a while anyway; to get back some of the life I have lost, to do some of the things I want to do.

I want to be able to choose to read a favourite book, surf the computer or play the piano until 4 in the morning, and then sleep until midday. I want to sing and dance to those wonderful tunes of the 60’s & 70's, and if, at the same time, I want to cry over a lost love, sentimental thought or memory, I will.

I want to blow the cobwebs off my paint brushes and just splash around a bit, expressing myself, as all of us should. Commissions welcome if you would like me to capture on canvas that magic smile or glint of an eye of a loved one, be it human, tamed or wild! 

I want to get fit, do more sailing and accomplish Coastal Skipper, complete my Dive Master exams; walk the South Downs Way, ‘Coast to Coast’ and the Pennines. Too far, you may think? Perhaps.. But there’s nowt wrong in trying, or even just dreaming.

I want to throw myself out of a plane again,and feel the thrill of speed, risk, and achievement. I want to put my motor bike back together and feel the freedom it provided. I want to learn to fly a light plane like a Piper, Cessna or Cherokee.

I look forward to walking the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and dive into the waves with abandon, if I choose, regardless of pitying glances from the toned young jet set. They, too, will get old.

Over the years my heart has been broken, several times. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one; when you realise you will never have children; when one of your pets is killed on the road unnecessarily, taken too early or denied a normal life? But, broken hearts give us strength, and understanding, and compassion for others while they mend. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile, and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am fortunate enough to have lived long enough to have my hair turning white, (just) and to have my youthful laughter forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed and so many have died before their hair could turn.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself any more. I've even earned the right to be wrong.

I like being older. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but whilst I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. I mean to go do it now.. And I shall eat dessert every single day,..(if I feel like it).

I hope those that want to stay in touch will do so. Please be happy, seize the day, enjoy the precious present.

Monday 30 May 2011

Good advice, I'm sure

Tuesday, May 31st, 2011 -- You could grow frustrated today as your boss changes your job before you finish it. Each time you make progress, someone switches the rules once again. You are tempted to give up because you don't want to waste your time doing something that ultimately has no lasting value. However, you probably cannot see the bigger picture; it's better now to analyze things less and simply attend to your work as it is assigned. Everything will make more sense soon enough.

This horoscope business can be quite spoooky sometimes about what's going on in my life

Whatever the vicissitudes (10 points if you don't need a dictionary) of work, they put money in my bank every month, which is jolly useful

Sunday 29 May 2011

Female Affirmations : apply daily (thanks Kay!)

1. Aspire !        to be Barbie - the bitch has everything.

2. If the shoe fits - buy them in every color.

3. Take life with a pinch of salt... a wedge of lemon, and a shot of tequila. 

4. Need a support group? - Cocktail hour with the girls!

5. Go on the 30 day diet. (I'm on it and so far I've lost 15 days).
6. When  life gets you down - put on your big girl panties and deal with it.  
      
7. Let your greatest fear be that there is no PMS and it's just your personality.

8. I know I live in my own little world, but it's OK, they know me here.

9. Lead me not into temptation, I'll find it by myself.
10. Don't get your knickers in a twist; it solves nothing and makes you walk funny.

11. When life gives you lemons - buy Corona.

12. Forget  about the perfect man - he's living in San Fran with his boyfriend.

13. Hang on in there: only the first 40 years of parenthood are complicated.  
      
14. If it  has tyres or testicles it's gonna give you trouble.

15. By the time a women realizes her mother was right, she has a daughter who knows she's wrong.

Wednesday 18 May 2011

Talking to my gorgeous blond

recent convos with my grandson, who is 6

~ when he saw my (only) wedding photograph in the house. -
him: who is that?
me: it's me
him: it doesn't look like you
Me: what does it look like then?
him: it looks like a woman
Me:{ouch} so what do I look like?
him: a Grannie
Me: what's the difference?
Alex: (gesturing vaguely at his forehead) Grannies have lines
{pass the botox}

~ in the hallway when I was talking to his father about an imminent trip to dutchland
(in a truly parental disapproving voice)
"you are always travelling
I don't like it
you do too much TRA-velling.
I don't think you should do TRAvelling at all
Where are you going?
Me: Holland
Him: when will you be back?
Me: Thursday.
Him: (echo of a much older conversation)
I think it's shut, don't go.
{wordless and loved}

~ in the supermarket carpark with me and his sister, looking at the early evening sky, his sister pointing upwards and saying "what's that?"

I thought she was pointing at the pale moon, and said it was the moon
She told me she knows what the moon is, not THAT, - THAT!

I thought she was talking about the long curved white jet contrail, and said it was from a plane.  Then got stuck in trying to explain the connection between a shaped cloud and a plane for her brother.
He said, firmly, "It looks like a white rainbow".
His sister said, no, THAT!!!! and eventually I saw the speck in the distance become recognisable as a plane
{specsavers here I come}

Wednesday 11 May 2011

Dutchland has mozzies

and one of them drilled my hand tonight while I was having a lovely relaxed dinner on the terrace of some local brasserie whose name I didn't learn.  Now, four hours later, it looks like I'm wearing half a boxing glove, but at least it doesn't itch any more

For the travelogue, I'm in Brabant, (NO, I don't mean I'm in a toaster).   Sadly, I'm also in the room next to the boyboss and can hear him polishing on the phone;  I just hope he doesn't squeak loudly in his sleep as it will give me nightmares.

Monday 2 May 2011

pokering

I won last night; against 13 other players; I'm proud of me

Mark gets points for finding a Dali exhibition to take me to this afternoon

I missed seeing the shorts through being miserable - must give that up

Saturday 30 April 2011

the rat

For the rest of time, my enduring memory of the royal wedding will be of watching the rat on the road outside the pub the night before.  I can't remember who saw it first, under one of the parked cars, but I failed my girlie badge by not screaming and climbing up on the seat as another girl did.

It was medium huge and not remotely sleek but relatively healthy looking even so.  Later in the evening when I was outside again, I saw the rat had returned, even closer, under the table where the shrieky girl was sitting with her (male) friends.  Hysterical laughter was almost impossible to suppress but the wee soul didn't oblige by running up a trouser leg or across the girl's foot.

I left shortly after that and was surprised to see the rat again when I got to the corner, scuttling up to the shop doorway before disappearing.  I don't think I've ever bought any food in that shop and don't now think I ever will.

Wednesday was a miserable washout since I got a migraine and spent the day in bed feeling thoroughly miserable when not asleep and having bizarre dreams instead of being at Ascot with some of the girls;  Hat, frock, picnic all wasted like the day's holiday I had booked.

Thursday was a working dream in comparison even if my theory about time-keeping has, unfortunately, been validated.  I arrived at the office at 8am for a 9am meeting, and everyone else had arrived by 8:15.  How idiotic.  If I had arrived half an hour early instead of an hour, I would have been late. 

What is it people don't do, that I do, that makes it possible for them to be obsessively early?