Saturday, 25 October 2014

Bear goes to the cinema

One of bear's friends had a birthday party at the cinema.  I felt for the parents of the birthday boy.  When we staggered away there were ten lads of eight and under all racing around and full of energy.  The parents had more courage than me!  Apparently bear had a great time, the birthday boy had a brilliant time and the parents survived!

While bear was enjoying himself, DH had a bit of a wander around some shops.  We bought a few bits that father wanted, an incredibly overpriced drink, said 'How much!!!' several times and came home with a knight's costume for bear that I really think he will love for his birthday.

I tried Millet bread today.  I am sticking to oat cakes.

Friday, 24 October 2014

Hospital Appointment

I had a hospital appointment today in a hospital I had never visited before.  Mind you, it may be all new brick and glass but at heart all hospitals are the same.  Despite being the newest build hospital it had the most ancient toilets I had ever seen.  It had a sort of Victorian cistern high up on the wall with a dangling, wooden handled chain.  The noise it made when I pulled was awesome, like a spooky special effect and when I washed my hands the flow to the slow filling cistern was put on pause.  In other words, in a huge modern hospital the plumbing was worse than our home.

The appointments were running over significantly, but that was okay as I had my kindle.  It was all rather painless.  I came away with two creams.

The pharmacist explained the creams to me at length.  The first cream should be treated with extreme caution, used once a day, very sparingly and treated with the same care as spent plutonium.  The second cream should be slathered on indiscriminately and frequently but is an extreme fire hazard.  It is paraffin based and while is perfectly safe in the pot, or even on the skin, it is extremely flammable once it sticks to your clothes - which it does automatically and thoroughly.  I must at all costs stay away from naked flames.

I felt flat when I got into town so before getting the bus home I called into a health food shop.  I spent a few minutes wandering around and going, 'How much?!!!' but succumbed to some gluten free bread.  I have been quite clear - I don't want to do substitutes if I could help it, instead I would prefer to find alternatives that are more 'normal' like oatcakes instead of bread.  I weakened today.  It was a mistake.  I have never had anything so foul in my life and the cost of it makes it worse.  I will have the rest of the very tiny packet tomorrow as I can't bear to waste that amount of money, but I will be pulling a face with every mouthful.

Thursday, 23 October 2014

Still haven't learned




 I shouldn't

go on


after dark.

Just one very inexpensive recent purchase from ebay.  A shop on there that makes clothes is selling off fents and I suspect they swept the cutting room floor.  There were some scrappy bits only fit for the bin, some rather nice larger bits including some large pieces of gorgeous satin feel harlequin material and also the wrapper from a Frosties breakfast bar.  I possess Half a Yard Home and I suspect that some of these bits will come in very useful when I finally get the time, space and courage to open the box of the sewing machine.

Wednesday, 22 October 2014

'Only' 99p

I will never learn.  Things have been a bit tough over the last eighteen months.   Things are still a bit tough although father is settling into his Nursing Home well and charming everyone.  Also, although I find it hard to admit, life is a lot easier without father under foot and the house is considerably cleaner and emptier.

However I have been limping along a bit and last night I cried on the shoulder of my friend, ebay.  I am not sure what came over me.  About £20 if you don't count postage.  Lots of people can afford to spend £20 without too much thought.  Lots more can spend £20, regret it but manage.  I think of £20 as a lot of money but it is possible to spend it here without fear of ruin.  The bit that makes me wince is that none of my items were more than 99p.  I am going to be getting a shedload.  The postage wasn't excessive (I would not have bid, even in my state) but it adds up on top.  I've got some great bargains that I really didn't need.  An item you do not need, no matter how reasonable the cost, is not a bargain.

It isn't just the cost of of the item plus postage.  That 'only' 99p has a lot of other costs.  First of all there will be a mountain of packaging material.  Some of it is new, some re-used and I've know things to come in a taped up carrier bag before now.  I'll have to dispose of all of that.  Then I have to find places for all the stuff.  It goes a little against the grain as I am getting rid of lots of rubbish.  On the bright side, because I have got rid of a lot of rubbish I now have spaces to put further rubbish.  That was not the point.

Also some of it is craft stuff.  I have let my knitting and cross stitch slide over the last few months but now my hands are in a better state I can get back to that.  I can see a huge opportunity to watch some documentaries and catch up with all the knitting I want to do.  Now I will have a chance to really catch up with the ironing (father had a habit of insisting I broke off and come to talk to him) I can clear a space and learn to use the sewing machine.  I will have to.  It's surprising the sort of sewing stuff you can get for 99p late at night.  I have to be realistic, though.  There is a lot of extra time to get the benefit of it all, and that is part of the cost of these items.  So much for 'only' 99p.

There were also quite a few bits for bear which were absolute bargains.  They will be stashed away for Christmas and his birthday.  So it could be worse.

Bear is currently all eyes and temperature off school with a sort of generic virus.  He is working his way through the periodic table.  He has no real understanding of what it means but he is starting to memorise the order the elements come in.  I feel a bit 'rabbit in the headlights'.

Also when I was looking for a cross head screwdriver and rummaging in father's tool box I found an army knife complete with sheath.  I left it there.  Nobody tell bear.

Tuesday, 21 October 2014

An extra helping of weather

I really feel fortunate.  I know I am blessed and I am very grateful.  One of the blessings I am counting today is the ability to enjoy this weather.

I quite enjoy a bit of a breeze, it makes me feel a lot more energetic than normal.  Tonight when the storm is supposed to be bad, I will be snuggled in, with the curtains closed, candles lit, gas fire off (the wind blows down the chimney like a hurricane!) but a halogen heater on and a feeling of being barricaded against the elements as I snuggle under blankets.

Not only that but I will gloat slightly that I am in a sheltered spot and the wind is unlikely to do anything more than howl past.

I feel very grateful that there is little chance of power disruption, and any disruption is likely to be short as we live near a major road and at the edge of an urban centre.  I am also really, really grateful that there are people out there trudging on in all the extra weather so that softies like me are safe and warm.

I don't know if grateful is the right word, but I am very aware that while the UK grumbles about the trailing end of Gonzalo, some people have had to live through it at its worst, and my prayers are definitely with them.  Sometimes I snap out of 'smug' and think how blessed I really am.

Monday, 20 October 2014

Bear is being a Geologist

I suppose it is normal for seven-nearly-eight but bear has decided he wants to collect stones.  He and his pal spent a large portion of yesterday digging bits of brick and slag out of the road (meteorites and granite to bear and his pal) and then washing them.

I did my best to be a good mother and let them use a plastic bowl that they kept in the bath.  By the time I had brought up rags to dry the stones they were already dried on the good bath towel (on its second wash as I type) and were looking very pleased with themselves.  The bathroom looked like it could be ploughed for cabbages it was so muddy.

I wish it was a new thing, but bear has always had a habit of picking up stones.  He has not shown any great insight, but he does have a good helping of wishful thinking.  I now have a large bucket of stones in the garden which I don't have the heart to move.

There is always a bright side, though.  I have been wondering what to get bear for Christmas/birthday along with the Doctor Who stuff.  I can see some geology stuff heading to his gift mountain.  It will make a change.  I am off to investigate ebay (who is my friend).

Sunday, 19 October 2014

An Interesting Question

There are a lot of interesting questions in life.  One is, why am I the only person in the household who changes the toilet roll?  Another is, why are sauce bottles so fiendishly hard to get into?  How about, why do I have to empty my entire handbag to find the pen when if I don't need it is floating happily near the top?  Also, why has father got an air pistol and ammunition in his wardrobe?

I nearly fell over when DH told me.  DH visited father yesterday and came away with a long list of things to bring in.  This included some randomly bought necklaces for the ladies there, some wine (apparently he is on alcohol) and some ties so when he was on a committee he could look the part.  DH had to do some serious excavation in father's wardrobe, which is when he found the air pistol.

I've never been so near a firearm.  At what point did father decide he needed an air pistol.  Also what the jeff am I supposed to do with it?  I am not sure if I need a licence.  How on earth am I supposed to dispose of it?

I am still not sure why father obtained this, or from where.  The neighbours are fine, the local murder was almost certainly just a private matter and unlikely to affect those a quarter of a mile away, I suppose he may have to it to fire at the local cats when they dug up his flowers, but father wouldn't have hurt a whisker of an animal.  I suppose he may have fired over their heads, but a cap gun would have been a lot cheaper if he was wanting to do that.

I am a bit worried that a random purchase happened, like father's determination to buy a sickle to tackle the weeds at the church instead of all the alternatives.  I am a bit worried about what else I may find as I clear out father's room.  I know about the cache of smelly candles, I know about the 1966 World Cup Final programme.  I would never have guessed an air pistol and ammunition.

I'm off to work out whether I need a licence.