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Day 20 and Some Thoughts on Fibre

When I post this I will receive a message from WP telling me I am on a 20 day streak. This is not so much a tribute to my ability to turnout a post a day for weeks on end, but a reproach that every so often I become so disorganised I can’t post every day. Sometimes I get so wrapped up in Wikipedia or TV that I forget the time, and sometimes I fall asleep. Either way, I don’t se it as something worth recording. But WP does. I thinks it’s all part of the process of keeping us addicted to blogging, (and paying for the privilege).

I was down for 6.50 this morning, having once again risen when my body decided rather than trying to cling on until the alarm went off. It does feel a bit better as a start to the day, though it has deprived me of a smidgen of my beauty sleep. These things are always a trade off, but I’m not a Kardashian and my blog doesn’t depend on my looks, so I don’t think this is a problem.

You would think that a blank mind and a new day would have come together with an empty computer screen to produce pure genius wouldn’t you? It hasn’t. It’s taken half an hour and several false starts to get this far and apart from the Kardashians the only other thought I’ve had is about dietary fibre. This is getting to be quite a popular subject at the moment.

You need 30g a day according to UK health professionals, and the average Brit is getting  16-20g a day. It’s not good, but compared to other countries, we aren’t doing too badly. However, lots of countries don’t have enough to eat, or have better things to measure, so there’s not a lot of data out there. The ones that ae doing substantially better in fibre intake are the ones where they  have a large rural population growing their own food. The presence of health food shops seems to have little to do with it.

I’ve just been looking at my breakfast.  A two biscuit serving of Weetabix contains 3.8g of fibre according to the internet. My budget ASDA version contains the same, according to the packet. This is distressingly little for something that appears to be compose entirely of floor sweepings and husks. Wholemeal bread has 2.8g per slice, and at least you can have marmalade on that.

It’s going to be a long old slog getting to 30g at this rate. Looks like we might have to call on the prunes . . .


A Slow Start and Two Interesting Links

I just woke up in front of the computer screen. It’s 11.27 and if I can’t stay awake while I’m writing a blog it suggests that the post isn’t worth finishing.

My alarm was set for 6.30 this morning as I had a blood test. Naturally I woke at 6.12. That is a bad time – too soon to get up and too late to have a nice warm snooze. A bit of lateral thinking and I went back to sleep with the clock now set for 6.45. Good plan, but poor execution as I then slept until nearly 7.00.

Next bit of bad planning – the car has been parked up for five days. It started, but with an outside temperature of -4°C and a five day coating of ice and frozen snow, it took a bit longer to de-ice than I had planned.

The Road through Clumber park

Non of this actually mattered because when I got down to Phlebotomy, there were two phlebotomists looking very lonely. The one by the door actually told me not to sit in the waiting area a they were ready for me. It took two attempts, the car parking is still free and, unlike the last few weeks, it was actually light. There are no actual flowers out now, but the snowdrops are on the verge of opening. It was not a bad blood test, all things considered.

The trip into work was uneventful, though there did seem to, be more traffic than you would expect from a lockdown. This agrees with the figures about the number of people in work, compared to the first lockdown. I didn’t find any figures when I looked for them but I did find a story about the problems of hippos in Columbia. They  are taking over the waterways after being introduced, via the private zoo of Pablo Escobar.

In the Mencap Garden

Currently, after waking up, I am trying to concentrate as workmen build a drum in next door’s drive. It was meant to be a wooden garage, but the noise indicates it is a drum. A big one.

I’d better get some work done as this could be my last day in lockdown.  Tomorrow I’m going to the shop to work on my own – I offered to do it because everyone else is working and it seems a bit unfair not to do it. I will wipe everything down before leaving.

Then next week it looks like I will be back in work. By Monday I will be at the end of the self-imposed 14 day quarantine. I still don’t see why we are going back to work, but the owner has paid us full wages through three lockdowns and I suppose he’s getting fed up with it. This is known as Pandemic Fatigue, and is not to be confused with the fatigue that lingers after Covid. That is Post-Viral fatigue.

Off the Coast at Southend on Sea.

The photographs are some I have dredged up from old memory cards – some really good memories. They are random, and nothing to do with the content of the post, but I hope you like them.


Close to Last Glimmering - Sherwood, Notts

Now fades the glimm’ring landscape…

I nearly caused a riot this morning.

Arriving at the hospital for my repeat blood test at 6.58 I went to the machine and pressed the button for my ticket. There were a few comments from people already waiting, though I didn’t really listen. When I turned round there was a whole crowd behind me jostling and muttering like a crowd of zombies.

It seems that the machine doesn’t switch on until 7am so they all sit there, mentally forming a queue until they can get a ticket.

All they needed to do was ask – as soon as I understood what was happening I handed my ticket over the the man who was “first” in the queue. Even after I did that they kept on muttering. It was very tempting, particularly in one case, to administer a swift tap of the forehead  – being backed up against a wall can have that effect on a man.

I made a mistake. It’s easily corrected. There was no need for a lynch mob.

Due to this I now know what the man in the Bateman cartoon feels like.

It seems the hospital keeps the machine off until 7am to stop the problem of people queuing at 6am – an hour before the session opens.

I didn’t realise there were so many people desperate to have blood tests.

It didn’t really save a lot of time turning up at that time, as I ended up seventh in the queue, which is pretty much the result I get when I go down at 7.15, but at least I was able to get home, pick Julia (and a lot of surplus art supplies) up, and get them all down to Mencap in plenty of time to start work.

The NHS, as I pointed out when being summoned for this second test, seems to think we don’t have other things to do in our lives.

The blood tester, incidentally, denies not filling the tube properly, despite her suspiciously lengthy perusal of it yesterday. Her evidence – she always uses a syringe so has plenty of blood to fill a tube. I didn’t argue, but yesterday I had multiple tests and she used three tubes on the vacutainer, with not a syringe in sight.

After dropping Julia off I went to work to bore myself to death. It rained heavily on the flat roof and was dark when we left.

The photographs are from yesterday, tonight was too dull for a decent photograph.


Last Glimmering…