Julia rang this morning, the first time I have heard her voice for a fortnight. I could have spoken to her on the phone, but we decided it would cost too much and I can’t go on Whatsapp because it keeps telling me to go into my Google account, and that gets complicated as I can’t remember any passwords, or even the email address I used to set it up. It got very messy last time I used Google and I said, like Poe’s Raven, “Nevermore!”
It was nice to hear from her and nice to know that she had landed safely, though later than expected. She will be home tomorrow after spending the night in Norwich. I would be happy to go down and pick her up but she has decided it would be too much for me. I hate it when people decide things will be too much for me. It will be an endurance test, but I am still capable of driving to Norwich and back. Still, it’s nice she thinks of my welfare, even if she has mentally consigned me to the scrapheap of life.
I have a new card on the way from the Anti-coagulant Service. It is a cheaply produced yellow card to let paramedics know why, if they are called out to you in an emergency, you are bleeding so profusely. Most of the lettering came off soon after I got it after Julia washed my wallet recently most of the erst disappeared. There is only one complete word left (two if you count NHS) plus farin and ibril. I’ll leave those last two for those of you who like word puzzles.
In my wallet I had several other cards, including several that are quite cheaply produced, and none of them has suffered so badly from wear and washing. The irony is that the anti-coagulant card is the only one that might save my life and it is the only one that has been rendered useless.
I’ve always felt like-minded with Lavinia
That is because you are both wise and temperate.
Thanks a lot, Quercus
I expect Julia is like me and has an adversion to scrabbling about in her husband’s pockets before washing his clothes. I have washed countless paper tissues, receipts, individual eyedroppers and even banknotes but never a whole wallet.
It’s cargo pockets that are the problem – they hold so much and you don’t always notice. That’s why I buy them. Two handkerchiefs, wallet, phone, magnifying glass, loose change, notebook and RADAR key. If the Swiss Army made trousers . . .
My husband loves cargo pockets too! So many pockets to go through when you’re looking for something in a hurry 😆 I must also apologise for the mis-spelling in the comment above; where did that d come from!?😒
That’s where my one track mind comes in useful – same thing in same pocket. Extras always go top right. It’s hell when I have trousers with different configurations of pockets – I can’t settle for weeks. I didn’t even notice the extra d. Not even the first time I went to double check. 🙂
Still you can wash banknotes as many times as you like these days. You just can’t keep them from springing out of your pockets.
In my next post I may tell you story about banknote dealers and the durability of banknotes. Number Two Son lost a new polymer banknote from his pocket in the early days. He had to spend most of the week teetotal and eating plain pasta. He never lost one again.
I suspect the “farin” is warfarin and the “fibil” is either gemfibrozil or atrial fibrillation.
Correct. Warfarin and atrial fibrillation it is. I had it for years before the doctor spotted it – I didn’t know it was a problem – just thought it was normal. 🙂
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