You may think that your eyes are playing tricks on you, but,honestly, they are not.
These are actual photos taken at different airshows.
Unbelievable, isn't it?
Monday, April 06, 2009
Went back to work today, and saw D. Not a word was said about wednesday and the funeral, so I didn't approach the subject either. To be truthful, she looked a little embarrassed about it but I said good morning to her and that broke the ice.
So, everything is fine, I'm angry that that had happened but there we are, it's over now.
Still waiting to hear about the sickness tho.
So, everything is fine, I'm angry that that had happened but there we are, it's over now.
Still waiting to hear about the sickness tho.
Sunday, April 05, 2009
Last monday (23/3/) I went back to work after having two weeks off with that dreadful virus.
That was o.k. but it was then that we had the bad news that Geoffs brother had died and his funeral was that wednesday (1/4) .
Now please let me explain what happens at Asda when you are off sick, even if it's for one day.
When you return to work you have what they call " A return to work" which simply means you go into an office with your manager and they ask why you were off work, did you see a doctor, is the reason you were off work,work related?
They also have this policy that if you have more than 3% of time of sick you then go for "counselling" which is exactly the same as the "Return to work" Except that everything you say is written down and you sign for it.
No-one knows who decided on this 3% or how they got to that number. You ask them till your blue in the face, but they really don't know who, what or why.
So, on Friday the 6/3 was when I rang in sick, that was the start of the two weeks off.
On Monday 8/3 I rang work again and I told them I would not be in and please give me a few days to get over this sickness.
On wednesday I rang in sick again just to tell them how I was and said I would ring them again on monday.
That was fine.
So, on Monday, 16/3 I rang in sick yet again and told them I would see my doctor, this I did. He gave me anti-biotics and said I had a virus. (!!) Yes, that is what I thought. (LOL)
On wednesday, 18/3 I rang Asda and told them I would not be in till monday, as I was so bad.
Monday, 23/3 I returned to work, with my my sick note and went to the checkouts to work.
An hour later D asked me to go to the office for my return to work.
Now, D is a new manager of the checkouts and she is fine, if a little heavy handed.
My Return to work went o.k. with the usual questions, what was wrong, did you see a doctor? those sort of questions. The only thing that bothered me was that we had another manager A with us and he was writing everything I said down. Now, I don't mind that because I have nothing to hide but it was only a return to work, not a "counselling" return to work.
That should have come later.
I explained everything to them about how I had phoned in sick on the friday and monday, seen the doctor, everything I have explained to you.
At the end of the session, she thanked me and said I could go.
I stood up and thanked her, and then I stopped.
"Should I not sign those papers?" I asked.
"Oh, yes. " said D
A passed me the papers and told me to read them and if I agree to what had been written, could I sign them. This I did.
A had made a couple of mistakes when writing it all down, which is fair enough when you are writing down what people are saying, although I did it slowly and kept stopping so he could catch up.
"Should I sign the mistakes that A had made?" I asked, knowing that the answer was yes.
"Oh yes." said D
Then she informed me that it would be going to a "disciplinary hearing"
Which is exactly the same as "return to work" and "counselling" only I have to wait for a letter to tell me when that will be held.
O.K.
Bear with me please, as I explain what happened when I went to the funeral.
As I said Barry, geoff's brother had passed away while I was off sick, so when I went to work on the monday 23/3 D was there but R was not (another manager on checkouts) as he was working afternoons.
So, I told D about the funeral,which was the next wednesday 1/4 and that was fine.
No more was said.
R came into work on the friday morning 27/3 and out of respect I told him about the funeral.
Again that was fine.
So, I worked monday, tuesday is my day off, and on wednesday we went to the funeral.
Thursday I go back to work and everybody, but everybody was asking me where I was the day before.
"I went to my brother-in-laws funeral." I said.
All went quiet and then I was told that nobody knew where I was and they had even phoned me at home. But, we had changed our phone no. and nobody had our new one.
I couldn't believe it. D had even said she did not know where I was!
"Both D and R knew where I was going " I told them.
They all looked at each other and asked about the phone no.
"I gave that to R about 3 months ago." I said "When we changed it."
"O.K. Annette, don't worry,we'll sort it out.." They said. "They" being other managers who couldn't work out where I had gone to on wednesday.
Anyway, I didn't see D thursday or friday as thursday was her day off and friday she was working late.
R came up to me on thursday and asked me if I have a phone no.
"Yes, " I said , looking at him.
He smiled.
I knew then that he had forgotten all about my new phone no when I gave it to him.
"What about yesterday?" I asked.
"Oh, Annette, don't worry about that, it's all taken care of." He said.
So, I know now what had happened.
D had just forgotten about it and R not being there wednesday morning could not tell them where I was.
Great isn't it, when your managers forget!!!
GGGRRRRR.
No more has been said about the funeral and I will let you know what happens with the sick business. I'm sure the sickness was done in the wrong procedure, so I'll let you know how it goes.
That was o.k. but it was then that we had the bad news that Geoffs brother had died and his funeral was that wednesday (1/4) .
Now please let me explain what happens at Asda when you are off sick, even if it's for one day.
When you return to work you have what they call " A return to work" which simply means you go into an office with your manager and they ask why you were off work, did you see a doctor, is the reason you were off work,work related?
They also have this policy that if you have more than 3% of time of sick you then go for "counselling" which is exactly the same as the "Return to work" Except that everything you say is written down and you sign for it.
No-one knows who decided on this 3% or how they got to that number. You ask them till your blue in the face, but they really don't know who, what or why.
So, on Friday the 6/3 was when I rang in sick, that was the start of the two weeks off.
On Monday 8/3 I rang work again and I told them I would not be in and please give me a few days to get over this sickness.
On wednesday I rang in sick again just to tell them how I was and said I would ring them again on monday.
That was fine.
So, on Monday, 16/3 I rang in sick yet again and told them I would see my doctor, this I did. He gave me anti-biotics and said I had a virus. (!!) Yes, that is what I thought. (LOL)
On wednesday, 18/3 I rang Asda and told them I would not be in till monday, as I was so bad.
Monday, 23/3 I returned to work, with my my sick note and went to the checkouts to work.
An hour later D asked me to go to the office for my return to work.
Now, D is a new manager of the checkouts and she is fine, if a little heavy handed.
My Return to work went o.k. with the usual questions, what was wrong, did you see a doctor? those sort of questions. The only thing that bothered me was that we had another manager A with us and he was writing everything I said down. Now, I don't mind that because I have nothing to hide but it was only a return to work, not a "counselling" return to work.
That should have come later.
I explained everything to them about how I had phoned in sick on the friday and monday, seen the doctor, everything I have explained to you.
At the end of the session, she thanked me and said I could go.
I stood up and thanked her, and then I stopped.
"Should I not sign those papers?" I asked.
"Oh, yes. " said D
A passed me the papers and told me to read them and if I agree to what had been written, could I sign them. This I did.
A had made a couple of mistakes when writing it all down, which is fair enough when you are writing down what people are saying, although I did it slowly and kept stopping so he could catch up.
"Should I sign the mistakes that A had made?" I asked, knowing that the answer was yes.
"Oh yes." said D
Then she informed me that it would be going to a "disciplinary hearing"
Which is exactly the same as "return to work" and "counselling" only I have to wait for a letter to tell me when that will be held.
O.K.
Bear with me please, as I explain what happened when I went to the funeral.
As I said Barry, geoff's brother had passed away while I was off sick, so when I went to work on the monday 23/3 D was there but R was not (another manager on checkouts) as he was working afternoons.
So, I told D about the funeral,which was the next wednesday 1/4 and that was fine.
No more was said.
R came into work on the friday morning 27/3 and out of respect I told him about the funeral.
Again that was fine.
So, I worked monday, tuesday is my day off, and on wednesday we went to the funeral.
Thursday I go back to work and everybody, but everybody was asking me where I was the day before.
"I went to my brother-in-laws funeral." I said.
All went quiet and then I was told that nobody knew where I was and they had even phoned me at home. But, we had changed our phone no. and nobody had our new one.
I couldn't believe it. D had even said she did not know where I was!
"Both D and R knew where I was going " I told them.
They all looked at each other and asked about the phone no.
"I gave that to R about 3 months ago." I said "When we changed it."
"O.K. Annette, don't worry,we'll sort it out.." They said. "They" being other managers who couldn't work out where I had gone to on wednesday.
Anyway, I didn't see D thursday or friday as thursday was her day off and friday she was working late.
R came up to me on thursday and asked me if I have a phone no.
"Yes, " I said , looking at him.
He smiled.
I knew then that he had forgotten all about my new phone no when I gave it to him.
"What about yesterday?" I asked.
"Oh, Annette, don't worry about that, it's all taken care of." He said.
So, I know now what had happened.
D had just forgotten about it and R not being there wednesday morning could not tell them where I was.
Great isn't it, when your managers forget!!!
GGGRRRRR.
No more has been said about the funeral and I will let you know what happens with the sick business. I'm sure the sickness was done in the wrong procedure, so I'll let you know how it goes.
Saturday, April 04, 2009
What do you call a blonde with two brain cells?
Pregnant.
What do smart blondes and UFO's have in commom?
You always hear about them but never see them.
I offered a blonde a penny for her thoughts.......and she gave me change!
What do you call a blonde standing between two brunettes?
A mental block.
Postcard from a blonde:
"Having a lovely time. Where am I?"
A man suggests they swop positions tonight.
"That's a great idea," The wife replies. "Why don't you stand by the ironing board and I'll sit on the sofa and break wind."
A man says to his new girlfriend:
"Since I first laid eyes on you, I wanted to make love to you really badly."
"Well," She replied. "You succeeded."
Why did the leprechaun wear two condoms?
To be sure, to be sure.
Pregnant.
What do smart blondes and UFO's have in commom?
You always hear about them but never see them.
I offered a blonde a penny for her thoughts.......and she gave me change!
What do you call a blonde standing between two brunettes?
A mental block.
Postcard from a blonde:
"Having a lovely time. Where am I?"
A man suggests they swop positions tonight.
"That's a great idea," The wife replies. "Why don't you stand by the ironing board and I'll sit on the sofa and break wind."
A man says to his new girlfriend:
"Since I first laid eyes on you, I wanted to make love to you really badly."
"Well," She replied. "You succeeded."
Why did the leprechaun wear two condoms?
To be sure, to be sure.
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Geoff and I went to a funeral today. His brother Barry passed away peacefully last friday.
Barry was 71.
Geoff has 8 brothers and sisters and like a lot of big families when they married they all went their own way and they are spread all over the country so we rarely see them. You know what it's like.
Anyway, we had a phone call last week to say that barry had been rushed into hospital as he was coughing up blood and no-one knew why.
When he arrived at the hospital they examined barry and found he had an ulcer on his liver. This had burst causing the bleeding.
They operated and that in itself was a success. However, after the operation barry was put on a life support machine because he was 'not breathing himself' as they explained to us.
We are not sure if they switched off the machine or whether barry passed away naturally.
So, today we met at Chelmsley Wood for the funeral.
It was lovely to meet them but isn't it a shame it takes a funeral to do this?
We all said the same and we passed our phone numbers around and promised to keep in touch.
I hope we do.
Barry was such a big man (6ft 3ins 22ish stone) that his coffin was actually a square box. Not the normal coffin shape you would expect. It took 6 men to carry him.
He loved Pavarotti, two of his songs were played at the service.
It was a lovely service.
Goodnight barry.
God bless.
Barry was 71.
Geoff has 8 brothers and sisters and like a lot of big families when they married they all went their own way and they are spread all over the country so we rarely see them. You know what it's like.
Anyway, we had a phone call last week to say that barry had been rushed into hospital as he was coughing up blood and no-one knew why.
When he arrived at the hospital they examined barry and found he had an ulcer on his liver. This had burst causing the bleeding.
They operated and that in itself was a success. However, after the operation barry was put on a life support machine because he was 'not breathing himself' as they explained to us.
We are not sure if they switched off the machine or whether barry passed away naturally.
So, today we met at Chelmsley Wood for the funeral.
It was lovely to meet them but isn't it a shame it takes a funeral to do this?
We all said the same and we passed our phone numbers around and promised to keep in touch.
I hope we do.
Barry was such a big man (6ft 3ins 22ish stone) that his coffin was actually a square box. Not the normal coffin shape you would expect. It took 6 men to carry him.
He loved Pavarotti, two of his songs were played at the service.
It was a lovely service.
Goodnight barry.
God bless.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
A gay chap who lived in Khartoum,
Took a lesbian up to his room,
And they argued all night
About who had the right
To do what and with which and to whom.
There was a young girl who begat
Three brats named Nat, Pat and Tat,
It was fun in the breeding,
But hell in the feeding,
When she found she'd no Tit for Tat.
There was a young man named MacNair,
Who made love to his wife on the stair,
The bannister broke.....
Without missing a stroke.......
He finished her off in mid- air.
Took a lesbian up to his room,
And they argued all night
About who had the right
To do what and with which and to whom.
There was a young girl who begat
Three brats named Nat, Pat and Tat,
It was fun in the breeding,
But hell in the feeding,
When she found she'd no Tit for Tat.
There was a young man named MacNair,
Who made love to his wife on the stair,
The bannister broke.....
Without missing a stroke.......
He finished her off in mid- air.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Sage,has very kindly nominated me for this award,for which I thank her.I am delighted to except this award.
Now as I understand it I have to nominate 10 blogsites I feel deserve this award as well.
That is not hard, in fact, there is a lot more than 10 to be honest.
This is what you do:
Put the logo on your blog
Nominate at least 10 blogs
Be sure to link to these blogsites, which I would if I knew how too. (after all these years!)
Let them know they have received this award
Share the love and link to this post and to the person from whom you received this award.
I would have shared it with others but I see they have already received the award.
So here are my 10:
debhttp://harmonyclubwaltz.blogspot.com/
behindblueeyeshttp://behindblueeyes.co.uk/
constableconfusedhttp://constableconfused.blogspot.com/
david farleyhttp://old-plod-of-plymton.blogspot.com/
grumpyoldkenhttp://grumpyoldken.blogspot.com/
hog dayafternoonhttp://hogday-afternoonblogspot.com/
lightbluerunhttp://thelightbluerun.blogspot.com/
lifetimesofthegirlnextdoorhttp://thelifetimesofthegirlnextdoor.blogspot.com/
noddyhttp://uisgebeathaagusleann.blogspot.com/
the dotterelhttp://thedotterel.blogspot.com/
I have nominated these blog people because I find their blogs interesting,informative, and it just makes you think.
Sometimes they are very funny as well, sometimes you could be having a bad day and then you get on these blogs and they make you smile and laugh and it just lifts your spirits.
Great blogs and great bloggers.
Thankyou all for that.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
This is our deactivated WW11 rifle.It is an Enfield. 303" No.1 MK.111
We have had this for about 20 years, the reason is because my dad brought these (the rifle and baronets/swords) because he loves militaria.
Shortly after wards, there was a lot of break-ins where he lived (Oxford) and he was worried about them being stolen, so he asked us to look after them for him.
We willingly agreed, as both geoff and I love militaria as well.
They were up in the attic because you cannot display them anyway, but it seemed a shame to have them up there.
Years went on and eventually we decided to sell them.
We took them to Biddells and Webb in Birmingham and explained what we had and they asked us to bring them along so they could look at them, This we did.
They have militaria auctions once a month so these will be going in for auction next month. (don't know what date but we will be told and he even asked us to go along to watch)
In fact I am upset to auction these as you must know by now how much I love guns/rifles.
But my head must rule this time (LOL) and we must let them go.
I hope they go to someone who will appreciate their true value and will look after them as we have.
P.S. I have got to give you a laugh, I published this and then re-read it, I always do this just to double check on spelling, er I mean, typing errors, when I saw that I had actually written:
"So these will be going to action next month."
Well, ACTION???
Don't you think that that was a subconscious typing error on my part?
Being they are deactivated WW11 rifles???? They have already seen action, haven't they???
It should have read AUCTION!
God, I laughed when I realised what I had put.
Monday, March 23, 2009
A while ago I did a post about my grandfather, Frank Ponting, who was in the Grenadier Guards. I explained that although the photos I had shown you were good there was one which my grandmother, Lilian, had in her house which she kept for years until she died.This is the photo.
As you can see, I think it is the best photo of all,so no wonder my nan had kept it for all those years.
He is tall, over 6ft, and handsome.
She had this photo right above the fireplace and we know she used to 'talk' to him.
She never did get over his death and at such a young age, he was 36 and died of T.B. (Tuberculosis).
I said I would try to get this photo for you, and on mother's day we went down to Oxford and my sister, Yvonne, gave it to me. It is a photo of a photo because it is too large to scan and it was framed.
It is years old.
Hope you enjoy this as much as I do.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Ian Richardson.Have any of you been watching 'House of cards'?
I have watched it before and I find it fascinating.
It is a political thriller, written by Michael Dobbs, a former Chief of Staff at Conservative Party headquarters.
It is set at the end of Margaret Thatcher's term as Prime Minister, in 1990
The one person who excels in this is Francis Urquhart, played by Ian Richardson.
He is spellbinding, you cannot believe that a person could get away with the things he has done.
Lets take the opening of the 'House of Cards'
Francis Urquhart, (who is a Chief whip) Ian Richardson, is sitting at his desk with a picture of Mrs. Thacher, he looks at it and says:
"Nothing lasts forever. Even the longest, the most glittering reign must come to an end someday."
He then puts her picture face down on the desk, with a smile.
And this is where the story starts.
A new man is elected as leader,Henry (hal) Collingridge
Francis Urquhart likes Henry but is secretly contemptuous.
They face the next election, and they win by a narrow majority of around 24 seats, and Urquhart expects to be given a senior position in the Cabinet.
However, Henry decides not to reshuffle at all and Francis Urquhart is stuck as Chief Whip.
Francis is not happy with this.
He, Francis Urquhart, then decides to get his payback with Henry, the new leader and now Prime Minister.
Francis enlists the help of Roger O'Neill, a Tories public relations consultant, but before that he was a former rugby international who has a cocaine habit that has been funded by his Tory expense account.
They start work to undermine Henry Collingridge.
Roger O'Neill gives an opposition MP Stephen Kendrick, information concerning hospital cuts that would make Collingridge look foolish at Prime Minister's Question Time.
He also sets the scene for Urquhart himself to pose as Collingridge's gentle, alcoholic brother Charles so that he can trade in Mendox Chemicals shares, a company about to benefit from the government.
He buys shares from the Mendox company and puts it in Charles Collingridge's name.
Charles denies this but no-one believes him.
He is then sent to a hospital to 'dry out.'
As a result, Collingridge becomes accused of insider dealing,and he is eventually forced to resign.
Roger O'Neill is found dead in a public toilet, supposedly having had a heart attack.
There are many other people he 'sets up' but I won't spoil it for you and tell you the story.
Of course, we know who did all this but Francis Urquhart is keeping very quiet about it.
They then need a new leader and guess who 'pretends' he is not interested in it?
Yes, Francis Urquhart.
However, he is 'convinced' by other members of parliament that he should stand for it, and he does.
He wins.
His deviousness doesn't stop there though, although he now has what he has always wanted, the leadership, he is still not happy.
He wants to be Prime Minister.
And he does.
Francis Urquhart.
He is hard, cold, devious, strong,intelligent,and power crazy. He is in fact quite frightening.
What a mixture, and it works perfectly.
The one thing about him is his facial expressions. He hasn't got any. His face is drained of emotion, cold , hard eyes look at you and then he smiles. His face lights up and his eyes are warm.
He would melt the heart of any woman, and he does.
He spends his life destroying others that may get in his way of becoming Prime Minister, scheming, lying, setting them up.
Even killing.
The one thing about him that really sticks in your mind is the way he talks, he seems so sincere and yet, he will do anything to get what he wants.
I'm sure that if I ever met him I would ask him if politicians really behave like that, I'm sure his reply would be:
"You may think that, I couldn't possibly comment."
He then smiles.
And melts your heart.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
I haven't blogged for a while have I? That makes a change 'cause I usually have something to say about whats going on in the world. But in actual fact I have had writers block. Funny that isn't it? I just had nothing to say about anything. I've left comments but could not think what to actually write about.
But, today is different, I am still ill with the cold/virus and have to have another week off work, my b.p. is still too high but I'll keep taking the tablets. Apart from that, I'm fine.
Today, I went out and cleaned my car, inside and out, the only reason is because I feel so ill I felt I would have to do something or go mad. You know what it's like, all you do is tell yourself how ill you feel. So, with the sun shining out I went, the car went into shock I must admit, and I feel so much better for it, apart from a splitting headache and my back breaking, but there we are that is what happens when you get to my age.
I have done two lots of washing and hung it out, the first lot has dried now it's waiting to be ironed, and wait it will, as I hate ironing!
Anyway, thats it, the sun's out, the birds are singing, snowdrop is full of life and not just sitting around in her favourite armchair, (usually mine) geoff is cooking for tea, so, great.
I'll go and have a glass of wine now, 'cause it's saturday.
Cheers everyone, I hope you all have a great day as well.
But, today is different, I am still ill with the cold/virus and have to have another week off work, my b.p. is still too high but I'll keep taking the tablets. Apart from that, I'm fine.
Today, I went out and cleaned my car, inside and out, the only reason is because I feel so ill I felt I would have to do something or go mad. You know what it's like, all you do is tell yourself how ill you feel. So, with the sun shining out I went, the car went into shock I must admit, and I feel so much better for it, apart from a splitting headache and my back breaking, but there we are that is what happens when you get to my age.
I have done two lots of washing and hung it out, the first lot has dried now it's waiting to be ironed, and wait it will, as I hate ironing!
Anyway, thats it, the sun's out, the birds are singing, snowdrop is full of life and not just sitting around in her favourite armchair, (usually mine) geoff is cooking for tea, so, great.
I'll go and have a glass of wine now, 'cause it's saturday.
Cheers everyone, I hope you all have a great day as well.
Monday, March 09, 2009
I love the pictures of stars and space I get with the National Geographic magazine and this one is spectacular.Like a blue eye, the Helix planetary nebula is a mere 700 light years away out of the constellation Aquarius.
This is a spectacular photo of what is called 'a last gasp' of a sunlike star before it becomes a dwarf. That means it will die out completely.
The white dots around the inside of the star are still a mystery, but in fact, each white 'dot' is in fact as large as our solar system.
But what a fantastic picture of the 'blue eye.'
Sunday, March 08, 2009
Anyone for fish and chips?This fish as a tiger fish and it comes from the Congo river which winds through several African countries.
This is a new species of fish and as you can see, I wouldn't want to have that biting me.
"What we are seeing here is kind of evolution on steroids." Says Melanie Stiassny, she is a member of the National Geographic Society.
Well, it certainly looks like it is taking it's steroids, don't it?
This fish, as you can see, has an transparent head.
It's head is like a fighter- plane cockpit.
The barreleye fish shows it is highly sensitive, barrel-like eyes-topped by green, orblike lenses.
This fish was discovered alive in deep water off California's central coast by the Monterey Bay Aquarium Research Institute.
It is 6inches long and has been known since 1939 but only from mangled specimens dragged to the surface by nets.
This is the first photograph of the fish alive.
This is the biggest Stingray fish ever seen.It weighs an estimated 550 to 990 ponds (250-450 Kilograms) and it was spotted in Thailand.
The stingray's body measured 6.6ft (2 meters) wide by 6.9 ft (2.1 meters long).The tail was missing but if it had been there it would have been 14.8-16.4 ft long.
Amazing.
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Three times I've started this blog and three times I've deleted it.
I am in a bit of a whirl at the moment because I haven't been feeling very well at all.
The reason?
High blood pressure.
I know everyone goes on about it,usually joking, you know the sort of thing. But I didn't realise it could make you feel so ill. I have headaches, backaches and everything else aches. I am soooo tired and I can't thunk.(Well,some may not blame my B.P. for that.)
I went to my doctor (wonderful man) about 6-7 months ago complaining of this and that and he asked me many questions,and he suspected it was my blood pressure, so he took my blood pressure and he said it was a little high but nothing to worry about. However, he asked me to go back in 2 months time, which I did. Again I had my B.P. (blood pressure) taken and again it was a little higher but nothing to worry about. He asked me to come back in 2 months time.Which I did. Again I had my B.P. taken and again it was high, only this time it is high, very high.
Your B.P. should be 120/80
My B.P. is 159/98
My god, I was so shocked when he told me. I asked him what causes this to happen.
He sat there and explained that it is hard to explain why people have high B.P. it just depends on what you eat, your weight, if you smoke, what excercise you do.
Eat? perfectly normal everyday meals, meat,veg,etc.
Weight? Yes, I am roughly 1-2 stone overweight. (different doctors/nurses tell you different weights that you should be!)
Smoke? Yes. For about 30 years. (God that sounds awful, doesn't it?)
Excercise. Nope.
Mind you, I must admit I work on the self scan tills which means I am stood up all day and runing around, as I have 4 tills to look after, and when I go for my break I don't sit down 'cause I go out to smoke. I leave home at 7.15 a.m and I'm home noramlly at 1.30p.m.
When I get home I am shattered and the first thing I do is have a coffee, sit down, and a smoke. Then I have a kip. When I say that I mean I go to bed and sleep for about 2 hours. I am so tired.
All part of this apparently my doctor says.
One thing my doctor didn't mention was stress.
So, I did.
He agreed with me, life is stressful now, isn't it?
He asked me what I meant by 'stress.'
God, was I glad he asked. I wanted to get this off my chest for years. So this is what I told him: (My doctor does know geoff as he is his patient as well.)
"I am married to a man (geoff) who is 20 years my senior. He is now 73 years old. He is bad tempered, slow, very slow thinks he is god and as cantankerous as hell."
Phew.
My doctor looked at me and was silent for a few seconds and then he said gently:
"yes, I understand that but the outcome is still the same."
Meaning, I still have got high B.P
P.S. Geoff will not see this 'cause he doesn't read this blog site. Just as well, I don't want him to see this, it would cause too many arguments.
Anyway, I have been given two lots of tablets which hopefully will lower my B.P.
I go back in 3 months time for another check up.
Hopwfully, the tablets should have worked by then, if they don't I don't know how they deal with it then.
Sorry, this is just a 'let off steam' blog.
I'll cheer up next time, I promise!!
P.S. Constable confused: I thought of you at the time because we have spoken about high B.P. before, haven't we!
I am in a bit of a whirl at the moment because I haven't been feeling very well at all.
The reason?
High blood pressure.
I know everyone goes on about it,usually joking, you know the sort of thing. But I didn't realise it could make you feel so ill. I have headaches, backaches and everything else aches. I am soooo tired and I can't thunk.(Well,some may not blame my B.P. for that.)
I went to my doctor (wonderful man) about 6-7 months ago complaining of this and that and he asked me many questions,and he suspected it was my blood pressure, so he took my blood pressure and he said it was a little high but nothing to worry about. However, he asked me to go back in 2 months time, which I did. Again I had my B.P. (blood pressure) taken and again it was a little higher but nothing to worry about. He asked me to come back in 2 months time.Which I did. Again I had my B.P. taken and again it was high, only this time it is high, very high.
Your B.P. should be 120/80
My B.P. is 159/98
My god, I was so shocked when he told me. I asked him what causes this to happen.
He sat there and explained that it is hard to explain why people have high B.P. it just depends on what you eat, your weight, if you smoke, what excercise you do.
Eat? perfectly normal everyday meals, meat,veg,etc.
Weight? Yes, I am roughly 1-2 stone overweight. (different doctors/nurses tell you different weights that you should be!)
Smoke? Yes. For about 30 years. (God that sounds awful, doesn't it?)
Excercise. Nope.
Mind you, I must admit I work on the self scan tills which means I am stood up all day and runing around, as I have 4 tills to look after, and when I go for my break I don't sit down 'cause I go out to smoke. I leave home at 7.15 a.m and I'm home noramlly at 1.30p.m.
When I get home I am shattered and the first thing I do is have a coffee, sit down, and a smoke. Then I have a kip. When I say that I mean I go to bed and sleep for about 2 hours. I am so tired.
All part of this apparently my doctor says.
One thing my doctor didn't mention was stress.
So, I did.
He agreed with me, life is stressful now, isn't it?
He asked me what I meant by 'stress.'
God, was I glad he asked. I wanted to get this off my chest for years. So this is what I told him: (My doctor does know geoff as he is his patient as well.)
"I am married to a man (geoff) who is 20 years my senior. He is now 73 years old. He is bad tempered, slow, very slow thinks he is god and as cantankerous as hell."
Phew.
My doctor looked at me and was silent for a few seconds and then he said gently:
"yes, I understand that but the outcome is still the same."
Meaning, I still have got high B.P
P.S. Geoff will not see this 'cause he doesn't read this blog site. Just as well, I don't want him to see this, it would cause too many arguments.
Anyway, I have been given two lots of tablets which hopefully will lower my B.P.
I go back in 3 months time for another check up.
Hopwfully, the tablets should have worked by then, if they don't I don't know how they deal with it then.
Sorry, this is just a 'let off steam' blog.
I'll cheer up next time, I promise!!
P.S. Constable confused: I thought of you at the time because we have spoken about high B.P. before, haven't we!
Sunday, March 01, 2009
A Minneapolis couple decided to go to Florida to thaw out during a particular icy winter.
They planned to stay at the same hotel where they spent their honeymoon 20 years earlier.
Because of hectic schedules the husband left Minnesota and flew to Florida on Thursday, with his wife flying down the following day.
The husband checked into the hotel. There was a computer in his room and decided to send his wife an email.
However, he accidently left out one letter in her email address and, without realising his error, sent the email.
Meanwhile, somewhere in Houston, a widow had just returned home form her husbands funeral.
He was a minister who had a heart attack and died.
The widow decided to check her emails, expecting messages from her relatives and friends. After reading the first message, she screamed and fainted. The widows son rushed into the room and saw the computer screen which read:
To: My loving wife.
Subject: I have arrived.
Date: October 16th 2004
"I know you're surprised to hear from me. They have computers here now and you can send emails to your loved ones.
I've just arrived and have been checked in. I see that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow.
Looking forward to seeing you then!
Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was.
P.S. Sure is freaking hot down here!"
They planned to stay at the same hotel where they spent their honeymoon 20 years earlier.
Because of hectic schedules the husband left Minnesota and flew to Florida on Thursday, with his wife flying down the following day.
The husband checked into the hotel. There was a computer in his room and decided to send his wife an email.
However, he accidently left out one letter in her email address and, without realising his error, sent the email.
Meanwhile, somewhere in Houston, a widow had just returned home form her husbands funeral.
He was a minister who had a heart attack and died.
The widow decided to check her emails, expecting messages from her relatives and friends. After reading the first message, she screamed and fainted. The widows son rushed into the room and saw the computer screen which read:
To: My loving wife.
Subject: I have arrived.
Date: October 16th 2004
"I know you're surprised to hear from me. They have computers here now and you can send emails to your loved ones.
I've just arrived and have been checked in. I see that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow.
Looking forward to seeing you then!
Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was.
P.S. Sure is freaking hot down here!"
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Two P.C's thought their eyes were playing tricks on them when they saw this giant rabbit........wouldn't yours?
PC Matt Jackson and Yasmin Mossadegh came across this giant rabbit at 2.20 a.m. in Canterbury.
They tried to catch it in case it caused an accident but it was too fast for them.
P.C. Jackson said:
"After several failed attempts trying to grab the rabbit, we removed our coats to try to cover it with a bullfighting technique. Again this failed.
Pet loving members of the public who were
passing by saw us struggling and rushed to our assistance. Now, with ten pairs of hands at the ready, the rabbits time was coming to an end."
They chased the rabbit for about 200 yards before it was finally detained.
They named him Tiny.
The rabbit was taken to a nearby animal hospital.
No-one knew where it had come from.
A rare quail from the Philippines was photographed for the first time before being sold as food.Found only on the island of Luzon, worcester's buttonquail was known solely through drawings based on dated museum specimens collected several decades ago.
Scientists had suspected the species-listed as "data deficient" on the International Union for Conservation of Nature's 2008 Red List-was extinct.
A TV crew documented the live bird in a market before it was sold in January.
Michael Lu, president of the wild bird club of the Philippines told the AFP the bird's demise should inspire a "local consciousness" about the regions threatened wildlife.
"What if it was the last of it's species?" Lu said.
However, the buttonquail is from a "notoriously cryptic and unoftrusive family of birds" according to the nonprofit Birdlife International, so the species may survive in other regions.
Friday, February 27, 2009
I was a little disappointed with the photos I showed you when I did the blog about my grandfather because I felt you couldn't really see the rifles on the spoons.I have just found this picture and I think you can see the design a little clearer.
As I said of all the 25 silver spoons my grandfather won for shooting these are my fav. Simply because the handles are rifles.
It is unusual but it is just fab at the same time!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
A young blonde woman, in her twenties, decided to go to Melbourne and visit her friends.
She arrived at the airport and got on the plane.
She decided she would fly first class and not economy as she had booked, so she sat down in the first class department and picked up a magazine and started to read.
About half an hour into the flight a steward approached her and asked for her ticket.
"I'm sorry" she said "But this is first class and your booked for the economy department, so I'll have to ask you go to the economy department."
The young lady looked up and said to the steward:
"I'm blonde and beautiful so I'm staying in the first class department."
The steward didn't argue with her and went and fetched a senior steward, she explained what had happened and he said:
"Don't worry, I'll sort it."
So off he went to the first class department and spoke to the lady. He also explained that she could not stay in the first class department.
The young lady looked up at the steward and said:
"I'm blonde and beautiful so I'll stay in the first class department."
he was rather startled at her reply but he didn't say anything to her and decided he would have a word with the pilot.
He explained the situation and told he pilot what she had said.
"I'm blonde and beautiful so I'll stay in the first class department."
The pilot looked at the steward and said:
"I'm married to a blonde, I'll sort it out."
The pilot walked into the first class department and leans down to the young lady and whispers in her ear.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." She said as she jumps up grabs her bag and walks towards the economy department.
The stewards could not believe it.
"What did you say to her?" They asked.
"Oh" the pilot said. "I just explained that first class was not flying to Melbourne."
She arrived at the airport and got on the plane.
She decided she would fly first class and not economy as she had booked, so she sat down in the first class department and picked up a magazine and started to read.
About half an hour into the flight a steward approached her and asked for her ticket.
"I'm sorry" she said "But this is first class and your booked for the economy department, so I'll have to ask you go to the economy department."
The young lady looked up and said to the steward:
"I'm blonde and beautiful so I'm staying in the first class department."
The steward didn't argue with her and went and fetched a senior steward, she explained what had happened and he said:
"Don't worry, I'll sort it."
So off he went to the first class department and spoke to the lady. He also explained that she could not stay in the first class department.
The young lady looked up at the steward and said:
"I'm blonde and beautiful so I'll stay in the first class department."
he was rather startled at her reply but he didn't say anything to her and decided he would have a word with the pilot.
He explained the situation and told he pilot what she had said.
"I'm blonde and beautiful so I'll stay in the first class department."
The pilot looked at the steward and said:
"I'm married to a blonde, I'll sort it out."
The pilot walked into the first class department and leans down to the young lady and whispers in her ear.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." She said as she jumps up grabs her bag and walks towards the economy department.
The stewards could not believe it.
"What did you say to her?" They asked.
"Oh" the pilot said. "I just explained that first class was not flying to Melbourne."
Friday, February 20, 2009
This is my grandfather, Frank Ponting.He is my mother's father.
Frank was born on February 13th 1902.
He grew up and joined the Grenadier guards and became a sergeant, he met my grandmother, Lilian, and they married.
They had two children, a boy and girl, unfortunately the boy died a few hours old. (What they now call a cot death.) Leaving one girl, Ruth, my mum.
My mum was born on the 19th May 1929.
Frank was at Chelsea barracks and he was discharged from the Grenadier guards on the 7th June 1937 and he took a job as a security man at Batas.
During this time he became very ill with T.B. (Tuberculosis)
Frank died on the 3rd January 1938.
He was 36 years old.
He is buried at Old Marston, Oxford.
My grandmother died on the 15th June 1986, aged 86 years.
In all this time my grandmother rarely talked about 'her frank' but she did have a photograph of him, in uniform, hanging in her flat. It was there for years until she died. If I can find that photo I will show you.
My mum never found out what year they were married as she felt she couldn't ask my nan and my nan never spoke of it.
All my mum remembers is an ambulance coming to the house, bells ringing, (no sirens then) and a few hours later my nan walking into the house and saying:
"He's gone, Ruth."
She sat down and cried all night.
My nan never remarried.
I cannot explain why I am fascinated by him, it could be because I never met him and I often think about what he has missed, in the sense of grandchildren and even great grandchildren.
He was so young to be taken.
I have printed some photos of him in uniform and also of his 25 silver spoons he won at shooting. He did this at Bisley.
My favourite ones are the ones that have rifles as handles.
My mum has had these for years, she will never let them go.
That's all really, I can't say anymore as we just don't know anymore.
I wish I did.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
I promised a couple of weeks ago I would do a blog about my grandfather.Yes, I will very soon, probably friday now.
But as I explained I needed some photos of him and especially of his silver spoons that he won for shooting. My mum has all these, and as I explained she lives in Oxford so we will have to wait until we visit them to get these photos.
Well, last sunday off we went to Oxford and visited my mum and stepfather, Bruce, I had already explained what I was going to do and my mum had the spoons ready for me to take the photos. Then out came the old photos.
Well, you know what it's like.
Seeing yourself as a little girl/boy and the clothes you were wearing.
You loved them then, but now?
So, just to prove it to you, here's a photo of me and my friends. This photo was in Jane's garden, she was our next door neighbour and my best friend. Look at all the washing hanging out.
Far left is the little girl who lived two doors away, but I cannot remember her name now.
Next to her is Jane.
Then there is Angela, Jane's sister, she's the one on the swing.
Third on the right is Susan, Jane's other sister.
Then..........ME!
Just look at my face!
My clothes!
My trousers!
That was the height of fashion then y'know.
No hipsters in those days.
But just look at my face!
My god, I would frighten anyone with that smile.
Oh, I do hope you laugh as much as we did.
It was hilarious
But as I explained I needed some photos of him and especially of his silver spoons that he won for shooting. My mum has all these, and as I explained she lives in Oxford so we will have to wait until we visit them to get these photos.
Well, last sunday off we went to Oxford and visited my mum and stepfather, Bruce, I had already explained what I was going to do and my mum had the spoons ready for me to take the photos. Then out came the old photos.
Well, you know what it's like.
Seeing yourself as a little girl/boy and the clothes you were wearing.
You loved them then, but now?
So, just to prove it to you, here's a photo of me and my friends. This photo was in Jane's garden, she was our next door neighbour and my best friend. Look at all the washing hanging out.
Far left is the little girl who lived two doors away, but I cannot remember her name now.
Next to her is Jane.
Then there is Angela, Jane's sister, she's the one on the swing.
Third on the right is Susan, Jane's other sister.
Then..........ME!
Just look at my face!
My clothes!
My trousers!
That was the height of fashion then y'know.
No hipsters in those days.
But just look at my face!
My god, I would frighten anyone with that smile.
Oh, I do hope you laugh as much as we did.
It was hilarious
P.S. please click on the photo to make it even larger, then you will really see the face I'm pulling, although I am think I'm trying to smile really!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back they faced one another
So they chose a dummy for a referee,
A blind man went to see fair play
A dumb man went to shout 'hooray'
A deaf policeman heard the noise
And came and shot the two dead boys.
A paralysed donkey walking by,
Kicked the policeman in the eye,
Sent him through a rubber wall
Into a ditch and drowned them all.
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I see said the blind man to the deaf dog,
Free admission, pay at the door,
Pull up a seat and sit on the floor,
I'll tell you a story I know nothing about.
In the middle of the morning
In the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight,
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other,
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came and killed the two dead boys,
A paralysed donkey came their way and kicked them over a 10ft wall,
Into a dry ditch and drowned them all.
(If you don't believe this lie is true, ask the blind man-he saw it too.)
Two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back they faced one another
Drew their swords and shot each other.
One was blind the other couldn't see,So they chose a dummy for a referee,
A blind man went to see fair play
A dumb man went to shout 'hooray'
A deaf policeman heard the noise
And came and shot the two dead boys.
A paralysed donkey walking by,
Kicked the policeman in the eye,
Sent him through a rubber wall
Into a ditch and drowned them all.
---------------------------
I see said the blind man to the deaf dog,
Free admission, pay at the door,
Pull up a seat and sit on the floor,
I'll tell you a story I know nothing about.
In the middle of the morning
In the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight,
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other,
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came and killed the two dead boys,
A paralysed donkey came their way and kicked them over a 10ft wall,
Into a dry ditch and drowned them all.
(If you don't believe this lie is true, ask the blind man-he saw it too.)
Monday, February 16, 2009
For deb,
There was a crooked man and he walked the crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile,
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
The content of this poem has a history about it.
The crooked gentleman was reportedly Scottish General Sir Alexander Leslie.
The general signed a convenant securing religious and political freedom for Scotland.
The 'crooked stile' was the border between England and Scotland.
The 'crooked house' refers to the fact that there was a lot of animosity between the English and Scottish.
The word 'crooked' is pronounced 'crookED', the emphasis being placed on the 'ED'. This was common in olde england and many references can be found in this type of pronunciation in the works of William Shakespeare. (1564-1616)
There was a crooked man and he walked the crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile,
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
The content of this poem has a history about it.
The crooked gentleman was reportedly Scottish General Sir Alexander Leslie.
The general signed a convenant securing religious and political freedom for Scotland.
The 'crooked stile' was the border between England and Scotland.
The 'crooked house' refers to the fact that there was a lot of animosity between the English and Scottish.
The word 'crooked' is pronounced 'crookED', the emphasis being placed on the 'ED'. This was common in olde england and many references can be found in this type of pronunciation in the works of William Shakespeare. (1564-1616)
Saturday, February 14, 2009
(Please click on picture to enlarge it)
This mural, from Cochrane, was sent to me from David farley and I think it is fantastic.
Cochrane is NW of Calgary and East of Banff which is in the foothills of the rockies.
If you look closely enough you will see that it is made up of individual pictures.
Each picture is 1ft square and each one is done by a different artist. You can see the result when all the pictures are put together.
How brilliant is that?
Thankyou David you have sent me many interesting things but this is just great.
This mural, from Cochrane, was sent to me from David farley and I think it is fantastic.Cochrane is NW of Calgary and East of Banff which is in the foothills of the rockies.
If you look closely enough you will see that it is made up of individual pictures.
Each picture is 1ft square and each one is done by a different artist. You can see the result when all the pictures are put together.
How brilliant is that?
Thankyou David you have sent me many interesting things but this is just great.
Monday, February 09, 2009
Since this snow has hit us, everybody has been moaning about the schools closing.
Some feel there was no need to close the schools and I must admit I agree with that.
However, there is one headmaster that was determined not to close his school
Mr Andrew Perry of St. Katharine's in Savernake, Wilts, actually camped at his school.
Mr. Perry has a round trip of fifty miles to get to his school and when he heard about the snow he took a mattress and food with him.
The primary was closed on the first day of the snow, monday, but Mr. Perry has stayed camped in his office.
He said:
"The heating is going strong and I have a supply of coffee."
Well, at least that was one headmaster determined not to close his school, probably much to the disappointment of the school children, but I admire him.
Well done Mr. Perry, I wish there was more like you.
Some feel there was no need to close the schools and I must admit I agree with that.
However, there is one headmaster that was determined not to close his school
Mr Andrew Perry of St. Katharine's in Savernake, Wilts, actually camped at his school.
Mr. Perry has a round trip of fifty miles to get to his school and when he heard about the snow he took a mattress and food with him.
The primary was closed on the first day of the snow, monday, but Mr. Perry has stayed camped in his office.
He said:
"The heating is going strong and I have a supply of coffee."
Well, at least that was one headmaster determined not to close his school, probably much to the disappointment of the school children, but I admire him.
Well done Mr. Perry, I wish there was more like you.
Sunday, February 08, 2009
This sculpture was found outside Nottingham's headquarters when a rather tired and exhausted P.C. decided to lighten up his shift with this snowman P.C.
P.C. Roman Szablewski built this snowman P.C. when he was finishing his night shift on Monday.
He said:
"It can be stressful working at the headquarters that I thought it would be a bit of a giggle to lighten the mood as people came to work."
That is a brilliant piece of sculpture, don't you think?
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Well, that's a good start to my weeks holidays.
I have just been to the dentist and had yet another tooth out.
I started to have tooth ache (yet again) a couple of weeks ago so I made an appointment to see my dentist. I thought it would be a filling. But no, out it came.
It is one of the back ones so you can't see it, thank god.
My dentist is on holiday so I saw Mr. xxx who is a private dentist. (I will be charged NHS) not private. When he saw my teeth and I explained that I was soon going to have a plate fitted.He explained that he didn't think I should have a plate put in because my bottom front teeth aren't strong enough to hold the plate. (!!!)
You see, the awful thing is, last year I had three lower back teeth out, on my right side, over a period of about 6 months and I disgust with my dentist about having false ones fitted. Which they call a plate. She agreed although it's costing £600.00 which I am paying monthly. They have been very good to allow me to do this but I have been going there for 20 years and I have always paid them so I guess they thought this would be o.k.
Anyway, the treatment started.
Firstly, a fitting, that took ten minutes and was fine. My dentist explained that with one tooth left at the back the plate would be fitted and that tooth at the back would take the pressure.
By that I mean they would fit a wire and a tube like thing on the plate and it would be wound around the last back tooth. So, the dentist looked at the back tooth and told me that because it's old (well, they are 52 years old!!) I would need a new filling and that it would have to be a private one because the NHS fillings are not strong enough to hold the plate.
She explained that she would charge me for a NHS filling not a private one.
Great I thought.
So, she did the filling there and then and off I went quite happily.
Two days later, while I was at work I suddenly felt something in my mouth, yes you've guessed it.
The bloody filling.
I wasn't in any pain but after work I went straight to the dentist and told her what had happened. She looked and sighed. She said to me:
"Oh dear, I'm afraid your tooth wasn't strong enough for that filling, it has broke in two.
You'll have have that removed."
My heart sunk.
One tooth removed that day.
But what about the plate, I asked.
"Oh that's alright Annette." She said. "It can be fitted with wires."
??????
Wires?
Looks like I have no choice. But there we are, can't be that bad, many people have this done.
I have to wait six months before they allow me to start treatment for the plate again, this is so my mouth can settle after having my one last remaining tooth extracted.
I think I might just as well have the last remaining ones extracted and just have false teeth.
It's costing me a fortune just to keep the last few I've got going.
I have made an appointment with the dentist, next week, to disgust this and we'll go from there.
Will let you know what the result is.
I'm sure your interested!!!
(he he)
I have just been to the dentist and had yet another tooth out.
I started to have tooth ache (yet again) a couple of weeks ago so I made an appointment to see my dentist. I thought it would be a filling. But no, out it came.
It is one of the back ones so you can't see it, thank god.
My dentist is on holiday so I saw Mr. xxx who is a private dentist. (I will be charged NHS) not private. When he saw my teeth and I explained that I was soon going to have a plate fitted.He explained that he didn't think I should have a plate put in because my bottom front teeth aren't strong enough to hold the plate. (!!!)
You see, the awful thing is, last year I had three lower back teeth out, on my right side, over a period of about 6 months and I disgust with my dentist about having false ones fitted. Which they call a plate. She agreed although it's costing £600.00 which I am paying monthly. They have been very good to allow me to do this but I have been going there for 20 years and I have always paid them so I guess they thought this would be o.k.
Anyway, the treatment started.
Firstly, a fitting, that took ten minutes and was fine. My dentist explained that with one tooth left at the back the plate would be fitted and that tooth at the back would take the pressure.
By that I mean they would fit a wire and a tube like thing on the plate and it would be wound around the last back tooth. So, the dentist looked at the back tooth and told me that because it's old (well, they are 52 years old!!) I would need a new filling and that it would have to be a private one because the NHS fillings are not strong enough to hold the plate.
She explained that she would charge me for a NHS filling not a private one.
Great I thought.
So, she did the filling there and then and off I went quite happily.
Two days later, while I was at work I suddenly felt something in my mouth, yes you've guessed it.
The bloody filling.
I wasn't in any pain but after work I went straight to the dentist and told her what had happened. She looked and sighed. She said to me:
"Oh dear, I'm afraid your tooth wasn't strong enough for that filling, it has broke in two.
You'll have have that removed."
My heart sunk.
One tooth removed that day.
But what about the plate, I asked.
"Oh that's alright Annette." She said. "It can be fitted with wires."
??????
Wires?
Looks like I have no choice. But there we are, can't be that bad, many people have this done.
I have to wait six months before they allow me to start treatment for the plate again, this is so my mouth can settle after having my one last remaining tooth extracted.
I think I might just as well have the last remaining ones extracted and just have false teeth.
It's costing me a fortune just to keep the last few I've got going.
I have made an appointment with the dentist, next week, to disgust this and we'll go from there.
Will let you know what the result is.
I'm sure your interested!!!
(he he)
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Yesterday, Monday, 4 of us went outside to have a ciggie at work, yes, even in the deep snow.
Suddenly, we heard a siren and as we turned to watch , there came along a police car, with the lights blazing and siren going full blast, doing about 20MPH.
They could not go any faster because of the snow.
I must admit, it looked hilarious.
How we laughed.
Suddenly, we heard a siren and as we turned to watch , there came along a police car, with the lights blazing and siren going full blast, doing about 20MPH.
They could not go any faster because of the snow.
I must admit, it looked hilarious.
How we laughed.
Sunday, February 01, 2009
This is Vader who is two years old, and his police handler, Sergeant Simon Jeffrey.
Bradford, West Yorks.
Vader, a german shepherd, jumped a 4ft wall while chasing a car thief, not seeing a sheer drop on the other side.
Handler Sgt Simon Jeffrey feared the worst after hearing him land in 4ins of water that was running over a drainage channel.
A police helicopter was called to help and they shone their light on Vader. They could see him but they needed help so they called the fire brigade and they hauled him up with ropes.
Vader was rushed to the vets and they gave him the all clear.
He will resume duties soon.
Sgt Jeffreys said of the incident:
"I was frantic with worry. He should be dead by rights."
"I was frantic with worry. He should be dead by rights."
What a lucky dog he is.
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