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Trials, Tribulations and Thoughts of Being Thin

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I fell asleep in front of the TV after lunch. Julia was down at the tea room and I was lost in a dream about breaking up a drug ring and had just been stabbed by the ringleader when I woke up to find Father Brown on TV. My first thought was “Ah! Last Rites!” but then I realised it was just a dream.

(The “t” key on my keyboard is getting worse, and just failed to register another one. Fortunately I saw it, but it may be time for a new keyboard.)

The panic about dying gave way to a panic about trying to work out what time it was, as I was due at the doctor at 3pm. At that point the alarm went off. I had set it for a reminder, but it was 2.15. It helped me focus and I was able to get ready and arrived at the doctor with nearly ten minutes to spare. Fortunately there was only one other person in the waiting room as, with my immunosuppressants, I don’t like being in a room with a load of sick people.

I had a magazine today through the post. About 18 months ago the editor appealed for articles. I sent him two, which he seemed to like, and then a third after he published the first one. A year later, neither of the remaining two have been used. I’m a bit irritated, to say the least. However, he’s a volunteer and is now resigning and looking for someone to take over. If I were younger I would have a go, but as I’ve been ill for nearly two months this year I don’t think I have he energy or reliability to do it.

I returned and found that te dustmen had finally been (a day late) it seems there have been a couple of breakdowns and they are short of transport. Fortunately it was he recycling rather than anything that would go rotten.

Julia then returned , I finished an article I was writing and sent it off. We then both fell asleep in front of the TV and on waking decided that a modest Chinese delivery might be in order as long as we eat modestly tomorrow. Oh! The trials and tribulations of trying to be thin.

Bah! That was a bad sentence to try with a “t” that sticks. At least I have a title.

 

 

 

 

And Suddenly . . .

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. . . the Day was Gone.

Black-tailed Godwit and Dunlin

Like some sort of magic trick, my day disappeared.

Julia returned around 4pm, I made her coffee and a bacon sandwich. I had cheese on toast. Sunday is a funny day – we tend to have a late breakfast then nothing until she returns from the cafe, as she often has leftovers. There were none today, because they had been busy with a lot of people making use of the improved weather to get out. 

The danger of left overs is hat if you don’t make plans around them, they can end up as an extra meal. I don’t need to eat an extra meal. But if you plan to have them and they don’t arrive, things can be tricky.

Brent Geese at FRampton Marsh

Sometimes we get nothing. Sometimes it’s a slice of cake between us. Occasionally it is a sausage roll or even a pasty. I always feel a bit guilty, but if we didn’t eat the leftovers they would only be thrown away. We could, as we have discussed, make a donation, but what’s an appropriate donation for a piece of slightly dry cake or a pasty that has been held in a heating cabinet for most of the day?

Anyway, there I was with cheese on toast. The Winter Olympics were on and we were discussing the performance of the British team. It’s disappointing according to the press. Considering we are generally not good at sport I think it’s miraculous.

Anyway, the day dissolved into TV and the grocery delivery and tea and before I knew it the Pottery programme was on and then Mock the Week and Julia was waking me up telling me it was time for bed.

Little Egret – Blacktoft Sands

I could do a couple of hundred words on the judges’ comments on the Pottery show, which didn’t always align with what I was seeing on the TV (i.e. made me wonder if the judges have favourites on these shows. We often play Guess the Winner in the first few episodes based on the way the judges relate to contestants. We are often right.).

Then I could go on to discuss Mock the Week. It was better this week with a more balanced team but I’m not sure if I enjoy it as much as I used to do.

Perhaps I’m growing up.

Anyway, that’s why the post I planned as Sunday’s 3rd ended up as Monday’s first. It may, of course, be Monday’s only one at this rate.

Talking about growing up . . .

Photos are from February 2017.

 

Baking and Bits and Pieces.

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Cheese and Onion Soda Bread

Pale, non-Cheese and Onion Soda Bread

We had cheese and onion soda bread earlier in the week. Did I mention that. I have been distracted. It may have been in one of the deleted drafts.

It was a bit simpler making the bread as I ordered buttermilk from the supermarket. The only complicated bit was the chopping of the spring onions as I wanted to use small, neat, consistent pieces. The cheese was already grated, as I am getting lazier with my cooking. Having spread some cheese on top, as recommended, I was slightly non-plussed towards the end of baking when the bread turned dark brown – it was the cheese but I had to look twice o check it wasn’t the crust burning. The addition of cheese to the top adds nothing to the appearance or the taste. One again, the dough was soft and the cross closed up.

We had it with vegetable stew on Monday night and with leek and potato soup on Tuesday. It’s quite a lot of work for a loaf of bread that disappears so fast.

Last night we watched a programme about ultra-processed food. It seems the secret is to eat the rainbow rather than beige food. So they showed us a recipe with chickpeas. We both asked the same thing – if beige food is bad for you why show a recipe using the beigest of beige food? It might be good advice, but when it’s delivered in a condescending and gimmicky fashion by two people clearly intent on carving out a career in pseudo-science TV it gets a little irritating.

It was, however, a good reminder that I need to start examining our diet a bit more. In general, we do have a good diet, but there are things we can do to tune it up and lose a bit of weight. We have five a day, 30 a month and we eat the rainbow. The trouble is that we also eat pies, cake and biscuits. It seems that icing and coloured sprinkles are not acceptable ways to “eat the rainbow”.

Mmmm . . .

 

3,333 Posts and a General Election

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This morning, when I saw how many posts I had written I was tempted to stop the blog and retire. I have, until I publish this one, a total of 3,333 finished WP posts in Quercus Community.  So soon after writing a 333 word blog this seems like a message from fate.

That message is probably “Stop being an idiot and obsessing about numbers” but you can never tell.

Julia has returned. I can tell an immediate difference as it now takes longer to select a menu. It’s cold, it’s been raining all day, we have a choice of pizza, pasties, quiche or vegetable stew. It can be accompanied by salad or potato wedges and beans or roasted veg. The clue is in the cold and wet – clearly we don’t want salad and gravy does not go with quiche or pizza. Already,  several combinations are not going to work. It’s quiche, pizza or pasties with wedges and beans, or it’s pasties with roast veg and gravy.

Young Nettles

Yesterday, the veg would already be sizzling in the pan. Today it took two attempts and nearly an hour before she finally decided. At this point I remember I have cauliflower and a bag of grated cheese, but decide not to mention it.

We’re also back to watching TV by committee. The Great British Sewing Bee is back for what looks like a lacklustre 10th Season. I didn’t watch it last night because I knew Julia would want to see it and I didn’t want to watch it twice, so we called it up on i-player. This was fortunate because it saved interminable discussions.

Oh, and they have called a General Election. I ought to mention that if I want this blog to be used in historical research by future PhD students. The morally dubious Conservatives look sure to get a drubbing from the  . . .

I’m not even sure how to describe Labour at the moment. They have the ball in hand and the line is in front of them. Will they cross the line to score, or will they fumble at the last minute?

I predict a landslide for the Labour Party, sweeping aside years of Tory misrule.

I predict a Tory resurrection, springing a last minute surprise on a Labour Party that is devoid or charisma and ideas.

I will edit that later. Just after the results are in . . .

At least these snouts are meant to be in a trough

So Much to Do, So Little Time

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Wooden Water Vole at Carsington

Woke up. Tested air temperature with tip of nose. Pulled three layers of duvet up around my face and went back to sleep. It is my final day of loafing, or recuperation, as I call it, and I see no advantage to getting up earlier than I have to.

Eventually I emerged, ate the beans on cheese on toast that Julia had prepared, ate the toast and marmalade she had made me for breakfast (the oranges are part of my five a day) and watched TV for a while.

It was Four in a Bed. After watching many episodes I can’t help wishing I had run a Bed & Breakfast instead of messing around as an antique dealer, gardener, pizza maker, shop assistant . . .

To be fair, it looks quite simple to run a B&B. Slightly more difficult to do it well, but isn’t that always the case?

Wooden Dragon at Carsington

I also wonder if we have finally run out of things to watch on TV if the best we have to offer is a programme on competitive hospitality. However, the best episodes are the ones which feature the human condition, such as the one today where one of the owners gave everyone a hard time, kept repeating that “the customer is always right” and repeatedly told us about his confidence and his high standards. Yes, you guessed it. His standards were not as high as he thought, anyone who criticised him was wrong and he eventually threw a hissy fit. I don’t like to see people being made unhappy. On the other hand, when they are the cause of their own unhappiness, it’s good TV. Shakespeare would have written it better, but the tragedy was there for all to see.

In truth, I spent too much time watching TV, and by the time I had rung the doctor to make a blood test appointment and book a COPD review, it was getting late. For those of you wondering when I got COPD, I’m not actually sure of that myself. It was mentioned as a cause of my problems, but until I had a text to book the review, I had no idea myself. I can’t wait until I get something serious and they let me know by sending me a link to the local hospice.

Then I had to arrange for the garage near the shop to supply a new tyre tomorrow. They are very good and will collect the car from the shop, do the job and return the car. Brilliant service for a man with a bad knee and a lazy disposition.

Finally, I rang for a taxi. It was a bit later than I had intended, but I still had time. Rang at 3.15, allow 10 minutes for a taxi, ten minutes for travel, ten minutes to walk from the entrance to X-Ray department – arrive five minutes before the appointment. It was probably better than my original plan of ringing at 3am, as they don’t want you cluttering the place up. Well, it would have been if the taxi firm had managed to send a taxi.

I’ve been using them for 30 years, since they were the local company. They have bigger offices now, a number of sign-written cars and a much more complicated phone system. If only the level of service was as good as it used to be.

Wooden Wizard and Dragon at Carsington

After 15 minutes I had an automated call to tell me they were doing their best. I rang to check what was happening and was told that they would be with me as soon as possible but the roads were crowded because it was “rush hour”. Well, it may get slightly busier, but unless you are on the ring road it’s not precisely a rush hour. And even if it was, it should hardly be a surprise.

Eventually, Just as I was preparing to ring the hospital, my car arrived.

I hate being late. I particularly hate being late when I allow  plenty of time for the trip.  The driver explained it was because of the amount of traffic. This would have been more convincing if there had been any traffic about.

Anyway, after a sit down in the waiting area, where I was able to view some interesting specimens of humanity, I had an X-Ray. That was interesting, as the radiologist bombarded me with questions about the amount of metal I may be wearing.

I took off my jacket (with zip), unhooked my glasses from the neck of my jumper, confirmed I had nothing in my pockets and that I didn’t wear jewellery, and heard her ask the next question . . .

Owl Sculpture – Harlow Carr

Did I have any underwear containing metal or underwiring?

Clearly they have some colourful characters going for X-Rays.

Pictures all contain the word “car” in the title. I was looking for cars to represent rush hour traffic. I clearly need a new system.

Owl Sculpture – Harlow Carr

A Day in my Head – from Silent TV to the Badgermin

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Fountains Sneinton Market 2015

It has passed into Monday now, but I am still on Sunday thinking.

I rose before Julia, but I’m still a little slow and she made it downstairs before I did, only to find that the TV, which has been playing up a bit recently, had no sound. I was looking at WP comments when she told me this, but even so, a feeling of dread enveloped me. Over the years I have come to rely on TV more and more for distraction.

I can spend hours on the computer, but with it being in the dining room it is a bit lonely and anti-social. I could, i know, balance it on my knee in the living room but I took a decision to stop doing that several years ago and do not regret it. I could also read, though I do find myself doing less of it. This is a worry, but I am sure it can be addressed in retirement by getting a big reading lamp. At the moment I am still feeling wiped out by the cough/chest infection which also makes me feel less like reading.

Fortunately we found the solution to the silent TV by searching online. Switch it off, unplug it, restart. It burst into action. I cannot think why it worked, but it did. Why is it that a TV that can bring me superb colour pictures from the air and from the internet, bombard me with far more information than I will ever need, and pause a film when I need a cup of tea, still needs to be switched of and on again. I never understood that with computers, but years ago I could see they needed the help. These days, with all the advances in science, why is it still necessary? And where does BBC1 and 2 go every night? For the last couple of months they have been disappearing. I keep hoping they will correct themselves but they don’t, so it looks like another internet search may be needed.

Fountains Sneinton Market 2015

Finally, after being stimulated by a Tootlepedal Blog to look up the composition of an orchestra I found mention of an Ondes Martenot.  It’s like a theremin, but apparently a lot better. Whether it’s better than a badgermin is a different question.

All I can say is that it’s not been a wasted day.

Photos are some archive shots from December 2015 in the days when Julia used to work at the Leisure Centre. Some may call them blurred – I prefer “abstract”.

Over the Hills and Far Away

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I’ve just been reading GP’s blog and saw this one. I’ve read one of his previous posts on the subject some years ago, and I always find it very uplifting. In a world where  the spirit of Christmas, and in fact any sort of good news, seems to be in short supply this is an important post and one that world leaders should read.

I like a lot of other blogs too, but I just don’t have the energy to read them at the moment. I’m getting old – three major infections in three months – it really is time to retire and relax. And that, until I am well, is going to be my final word on health. Even I am getting fed up of discussing it, so it must be worse to read about it second hand.

I watched several episodes of Sharpe today. There were more on, but two is enough, even for me. Julia did other things, but I knew she really wanted to watch something else. We ended up with Robin Hood Prince of Thieves. Saw the Sycamore Gap tree, wondered how such a bad film ever got made, pondered how several worse ones have been made subsequently . . .

There’s something universal about the story of Robin Hood and Sharpe that fits in well with human hopes, and thus with Christmas. It’s also a bitter-sweet experience as one of my friends, who I used to share a shop with, was the armourer on  couple of series and makes several appearances as a miscellaneous rifleman. Sadly, he is no longer with us, so it’s an additional lesson in the nature of mortality.

And that’s all for today. I am now going to consume a small meal of snacks – our Christmas tradition, but slightly watered down by my lack of appetite. I will then watch TV, complain about my health (Julia has not been granted a respite – just you)  and eat a large selection of pills. I’d prefer chocolate, but it seems pills are better for you.

Bah! 🙂

Tales of Senior Moments

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My shoulders and elbows were aching last night. I first thought it was my arthritis playing up, but it didn’t feel right. Then I decided that I was going down with something fluish, but I didn’t continue to decline so it wasn’t that either. After that I started to worry about RSI, but I couldn’t see what I’d done to bring it on. The obvious thing, which came to me this afternoon, is that yesterday I’d walked quite a distance (for me) and it was  down to my use of sticks. It’s bad enough being ill, without having to work out what it is.

Something amusing happened last night, though I didn’t tell you about it at the time. I was seeking to expand my education by watching a programme on the Sky Channel about Mark Rothko. At one point I became very confused when they were talking about his early life in Ireland. I ws sure he’d grown up in Oregon. After a few seconds I realised that I’d fallen asleep and missed the end of the Rothko programme, wakening part way through the following programme on Jack Yeats. He did have an early life in Ireland.

I’m falling asleep too much. I fell asleep during the talk at the Numismatic Society on Monday night, though only two people seem to have noticed. I was listening to the introduction to the Roman coin hoards of Britain, then next thing I knew, I was struggling to keep up as the speaker spoke of several concepts I hadn’t noticed earlier on. That, of course, was because I’d slept through them.

I really need to get a grip.

Robin Hood lurking in the Forest

Sunday Morning Turns to Night

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The Helmet Byron wore when liberating Greece. The legend is, I believe, bigger than the truth.

I would say “it’s early on Sunday morning” but it isn’t. It’s almost ten. Julia has heaped up the bedding to for a bulwark against the cold and is refusing to move and I have been pottering instead of doing anything useful. Let’s face it, I always potter or procrastinate or, possibly, putter. I had to use a Thesaurus for that last one as my supply of P words proved to be inadequate for the task in hand. I’ve also been Googling Australian writers in WW1 after a comment from Paolsoren. I actually know more about American writers in WW1 than I do about Australian ones, and that isn’t much.

I know that e e cummings and Hemingway served as ambulance drivers, that Alan Seeger served in the French Foreign Legion, Joyce Kilmer wrote a poem about a tree, and was a man, despite the name, and nothing much else.

And that, on a cold Sunday morning, is where I have ground to a halt. With little more than 150 words done from my modest target of 250 written, I have run out of things to say.

Time, I think, to make bacon cobs for breakfast. If bacon doesn’t do the trick I may have to admit that my brain has closed for winter. Talking of that, I am reminded that I have quite a few submissions to do in December. That’s always good for a few hundred words as, despite the evidence, I always worry that I might not be able to think of anything to write this time.

Water feature at Newstead Abbey.

But first, bacon . . .

And so the day passed . . .

Eventually, having put the vegetable stew on to cook, I have made it back to the keyboard. Quiz shows have come and gone, a second-rate film with Dick van Dyke and family has passed, time has flowed, or ebbed, depending on where you are standing and, as far as I know mighty empires have crumbled and fallen, though I suspect they might have announced it on TV if that had happened.

And then, bit by bit, I watch TV and make sandwiches for tomorrow and  waste time in a dozen different ways until it is time to finish this off and go to bed. And so a day that seemed to have so many possibilities has been frittered once again.

Picture from behind the waterfall at Newstead Abbey.

Pictures are from Julia’s visit to Narnia/Newstead Abbey yesterday.

Day of Little Progress

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The title doesn’t really narrow it down as most days are like that. I made breakfast cobs (bacon and tomato and bacon and black pudding for those of you interested in the opposite of fine dining), done a bit on WP and watched TV. I had to go for Prime in the end, as terrestrial TV is dire. It’s either garbage or repeats or football and Songs of Praise. I didn’t mind Sogs of Praise when it was in the evening, but it seems wrong when it’s on in the afternoon.

The film I watched was Renegades. It’s not a great film, but it’s a decent effort and has a great cast. The script is quite sharp and there is sufficient action, though if I’d been directing it I’d have put in more gunfire and explosions.

I then moved on to Decline and Fall. I like the book, though I probably haven’t read it for 20 years. I like the series too, though it’s a touch long-winded. I keep meaning to re-read Waugh, so this might actually get me doing it. First I need to get through my current book. It’s about the rise and fall of Rome, but I’m only just moving on to the Republic, so I have a long way to go yet.

I just looked up Waugh’s books on Kindle. I will probably join a library. I’m not paying £5.99 for a book that doesn’t physically exist and which, as I understand it, I don’t actually own.  I don’t mind paying decent money for reference books and newly written books (authors need some sort of encouragement) but I don’t see why Waugh’s literary estate needs to milk it quite so much.

After that I made soup. Red Pepper, Bean and Tomato soup. It will be good for lunch for the next week. I may take a photo this time.

Things to do when I retire –

  1. Join Library.
  2. ?

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