I get ocular migraines without a headache too, thankfully rarely. Some of the descriptions here have been just too vivid to read! My triggers are stress, and light hitting the corner of my eye. I did get one while driving, caused by passing an ambulance which was parked with its lights flashing. I managed to see my way home around the black hole in my vision.
I’ve also experienced zig zags and floaters due to vitreous detachment so can imagine the anxiety that a migraine could be a reoccurrence.
In the end, I had a lazy day; my brother came round and we had some of the SOUP I made yesterday, helped my sister assemble her new telly and admired my brother's new car (a BMW estate*), which he has registered with the "cherished" Orkney number my dad used to have.
It was great seeing it on a car again, and I think Dad (and D., who had tried to register the Pigletmobile with the number in New Brunswick, but was turned down because they're a load of prudes and said the letters BS had "negative connotations") will be smiling from Heaven.
* I'm going to have to stop being rude about BMW drivers and calling it Bad Man's Wheels ...
I’m off to Heidelberg again on Wednesday for ten days - then Mr Boogs is going for ten days.
Hurrah!
👏🏼👏🏼
It’s all very sudden, we’ve only just booked our tickets (very cheap, as far fewer people are flying just now).
Our friend has a granny flat - it’s the flat we use whenever we go out. Her parents are from Canada and it’s their granny flat when they visit. We use it far more than they do - and our friends are super kind, stocking the fridge with milk, beer and wine plus cereals, bread etc for us. And they never fail to host a lovely party every time we go!
Their au pair has let them down and they are totally stuck for childcare until the end of the month, when her parents arrive.
So we are filling the gap, Rowan is bilingual, delightful and seven years old .
Win win!
Anuka has learned to chuckle, I can’t wait to see her.
Spent most of the week cleaning the house ready for visitors this w/e.
For one reason and another I haven't given it a proper clean since the pre-Christmas one, so it's been a mammoth task. All done now, I think, so I can concentrate on the food.
Looking forward to spending time with the grandkids, especially the youngest who has had a birthday since I last saw him and is officially no longer a toddler, but a pre-schooler!
It's going to be a fairly lazy day here. When my husband finally finishes photographing my anemones we're off to buy a new lampshade and ingredients for a curry this evening. I'm experiment with making naan bread too. This afternoon it's our monthly circle dancing class, which involves eating rather a lot of cake in the break. The dancing will be fun as well.
Safe travels, @Boogie!
Lazy day here so far, but I'm heading into town later to meet an old school friend for supper - it's a couple of years since we've seen each other, so there should be a lot to catch up on.
This morning I’ve taught an online class on involving service users in planning health and social care provision. Relaxing now and I might shortly go into the garden to supervise my husband in preparing to build a new shed.
Quite sunny here, after a mixed week of rain and wind and a bit of sunshine.
For lunch, I've just had some rather nice pasta, but with a sauce that - I kid you not! - upon jar-opening emitted the jarring smell of...
vomit!
Now, this was not entirely surprising as it was a jar of Italian tomato sauce with Parmeggiano cheese! However, in this particular constellation and brand, it came with afore-spoilered, rather unfortunate scent. (And I suppose I know now why these were half-price!! )
Once prepared though, the whole thing was rather tasty. Life is definitely interesting.
Well done, all you variously busy Saturday people, to which I wish joyful line-dancing, cake-eating, husband-shed-supervising, Omi-being, looking-forward-to-grandkidding, and catching-up with old friends!
(If the shed building proves difficult, you could then christen it Shed 'A Tear'. Or if it's particularly heavy, Shed 'Some Weight'. You get my drift.)
National news today on the radio included that a Belfast University lab had positively identified bones found in a Folkestone church in the 19th century, and believed to be those of St Eanswyth, grand-daughter of King Ethelbert of Kent, are of the right age to be what they are believed to be. She died from nursing plague victimes, so may be suitable to be invoked currently?
That is interesting @Penny S . If I was of childbearing age Eanswyth would be a name to be considered for a new sprog. My husband (and the anemones really were flowers in a vase) thinks we should have called our son Athelstan, rather than the common Biblical name he actually has.
Today was successful, in that we found a suitable lampshade. There were lovely ones in Heals and John Lewis, but we went for cheap and cheerful instead. Circle Dancing was also fun. I'm now sitting here with a glass of red wine while husband cooks a curry. I've already done a side dish of okra and made the experimental naan bread. I had a nibble and it tastes like the sort of naan bread you buy in your local corner shop, i.e. not very good. I'll let you know what I think after a more considered tasting.
A very Holy county (well, once-upon-a-time). The list doesn't mention Seaxburh, also a Queen and abbess (interesting job description!), sometimes rendered Sexburga (cue silly little boys sniggering....
Certainly, some (most? all?) supermarkets limit the number of packets of analgesics (aspirin, ibuprofen, paracetamol, etc.) to two per customer.
That's if you can buy paracetamol at all at the moment. With the current panic buying of that and toilet rolls round here I had to visit three shops before I could get some - not a panic buy, just a top up of the usual medical supplies Chez Nen.
International Women's Day weekend is going very well here. Friday night was a film about Palestinian Women's Embroidery, followed by a chance to buy embroidered items and olive oil soap.
Yesterday afternoon was a film, made in 1985, about women in Shetland "The work they say is mine". I wish I could buy the sound track.
Last night was an all-female comedy night. I must be getting old, because all I could think during one woman's jokes about her dire sex life was that she should forget about sex and try gardening, knitting or stamp collecting instead.
This morning I am going to try skiff sailing with my daughter.
I've also had the most amazing raw chocolate and rose cake. Twice.
I've also had the most amazing raw chocolate and rose cake. Twice.
Definitely better than sex then.
Definitely.
I just need the recipe so that I can do it for myself.
Lol...
In church early today as son helping on sound desk at 8am. As he will be at both services he will finish at 1pm! So we are going to first service and then diy shopping and coffee shop while we wait for him.
Is that like square dancing, but with rounded edges?
I'll fetch my coat ...
I had a lovely catch-up with R. last night; the food was nice (in my case a lamb wrap with salad, tzatziki and hummus followed by ice-cream with pomegranate sauce), the restaurant staff were lovely, and they didn't mind us sitting and gassing for ages after we'd finished eating.
Then we had a nice stroll along Princes Street followed by a very long wait for my bus, but as it was a nice, mild night we really didn't mind.
Circle dancing is a bit like more meditative country dancing. We once danced at Evensong in Saint Paul's which was magical. We meet in the local Friend's Meeting House and I'm sure people walking by must think Quakers have a very odd way of worshiping.
The curry last night was good, but my husband confessed this morning that he had thrown his chickpea curry away in case some broken glass from a spice jar he dropped had got into it. He didn't mention that last night, but I didn't notice anything on-toward!
We have circle dancing at our church next Saturday with the Archdeacon, who leads a session there about four times a year. I find her sessions a bit slow actually; I used to go to a weekly Friday night circle dance group which included some real experts, so we did some of the faster Greek and Irish circle dances as well as the meditative ones.
Brittany has some similar dances where everyone takes part, but they tend to involve linking little fingers and rotating the hands while dancing, which I find very uncomfortable compared to the standard circle dance palm up/down hold.
We do a mixture of dances @Aravis, and though most have the traditional palm/up down hold we do do others. We do one at Christmas with holding little fingers and holding lit tea lights as well which is very beautiful.
Puppy class today - it’s ages since Echo has been to one, so no guarantees he’ll behave!
I love going as we are in the big arena and we see the guide dogs in training walking in and out with their trainers - always an impressive sight. It’s hard work ‘tho. 😊
To change tack ... I was in the supermarket on Friday when a gentleman of a certain age took one look at me and said, "Oh ... I didn't recognise you with your clothes on!"
Turns out he, like me, is one of the regulars at the swimming bath. And I didn't recognise thing as I can't see a thing with my glasses off!
In other news, I had to ring my electricity supplier this morning. When the chap on the phone asked me my address, he said, "Oh, you're just round the corner from here" (I'd always assumed that, but never been sure, of it).
So I replied, "Yes, I can see your building out of bedroom window. Shall I put the phone down and just shout!" They can't have been busy - I was answered on the first ring!
I thought you were going to say 'on the first yell !'...
Apropos your encounter in the supermarket, something similar was once said to me by a Young Lady. She meant (honest, guv!) that she had only seen me previously in my ambulance uniform, but it didn't quite come out that way, and her Discombobulation was Terrific when she realised what she'd said.
I said a similar thing to the groom at a wedding. Though I knew the bride well, I'd met the groom twice -- once when he was in the college infirmary, wearing pajamas, and once at a New Year's Eve party, where guests were encouraged to wear "togas" (bed sheets -- this was shortly after "Animal House"). So when I greeted him after the ceremony, and he was in a tuxedo, I said I almost didn't recognize him with clothes on. He laughed, but his mother looked startled.
It's not a bad looking day now, but this morning when I had to go back to the doctor, it was p*ssing with rain, and I got soaked (all the more so due to my inability to find the short-cut back to the house from the bus terminus that I thought I'd found on Sunday).
Although she gave me more ear-drops, it was pretty much a waste of time, as she said she'd have to refer me to an audiologist, which if I waited for the NHS would probably take months. As I really could do with at least trying to find work ASAP, it looks as if I'll have to cough up for a private hearing test with Boots or Specsavers or similar. I begrudge it (what's the point of having the NHS and not being able to use it?), but it may be worth it in the long run.
I would recommend House of Hearing in Stafford St. The one time I did see an NHS audiologist they conceded that HoH knew what they at.
But be advised, hearing aids are EXPENSIVE. I would put in for the NHS appt.
Smile sweetly at interview and explain the problem is being addressed.
Not every job requires acute hearing. It was evident the checkout lady at Sainsbury's didn't hear me explain both the next two shops were mine (on different cards) and was merrily about to charge my groceries to the next customers.
Private hearing aids are expensive so I'd wait for the NHS appointment if you can. Employers ought not to discriminate against people with hearing loss, and not all jobs depend on having good hearing.
Husband is working from home today as an experiment in case his place of work needs to close due to coronavirus. Trouble is he's quite likely to get so engrossed in it (he's a video editor) that he'll end up working longer and later than he would actually do at work.
eta: I have an appointment in a couple of weeks with Into Work (for whom my brother worked before he retired); they specialise in finding work for disabled people, and he arranged a referral for me, so I'm hoping they'll be able to advise me.
I'd be happy with anything that involved data entry, filing or photocopying - while I love dealing with people, I wouldn't be very good at it at the moment if I was always saying "sorry?"!
I do not know about Scotland but there is a scheme in England where some opticians are doing hearing tests as well paid by the NHS and they may recommend hearing aids as well. That is what I did last summer when I went for an eye test. The result was yes I have hearing loss, but the improvement of my hearing by the hearing aid is negligible and certainly not worth the aggravation of the hearing aid. So I cannot tell you how much the aids cost and whether they were at least partially NHS funded.
I looked out this morning to find it was blowing a hoolie, and there was a fallen wheelie-bin on the pavement, and an upturned compost-bin on the grass. Assuming they'd be ours, I went out to retrieve them (by which time it was blowing a hoolie and pissing with rain), to discover that they actually belonged to next-door but two. They must have been emptied before my sister went out to work - ours were back where they should be.
And I thought our wheelie-bin in Fredericton was adventurous ...
Although there are patches of blue in the sky, I think today is going to be an indoor sort of day - I don't trust them to last.
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I’ve also experienced zig zags and floaters due to vitreous detachment so can imagine the anxiety that a migraine could be a reoccurrence.
It was great seeing it on a car again, and I think Dad (and D., who had tried to register the Pigletmobile with the number in New Brunswick, but was turned down because they're a load of prudes and said the letters BS had "negative connotations") will be smiling from Heaven.
* I'm going to have to stop being rude about BMW drivers and calling it Bad Man's Wheels ...
Hurrah!
👏🏼👏🏼
It’s all very sudden, we’ve only just booked our tickets (very cheap, as far fewer people are flying just now).
Our friend has a granny flat - it’s the flat we use whenever we go out. Her parents are from Canada and it’s their granny flat when they visit. We use it far more than they do - and our friends are super kind, stocking the fridge with milk, beer and wine plus cereals, bread etc for us. And they never fail to host a lovely party every time we go!
Their au pair has let them down and they are totally stuck for childcare until the end of the month, when her parents arrive.
So we are filling the gap, Rowan is bilingual, delightful and seven years old .
Win win!
Anuka has learned to chuckle, I can’t wait to see her.
https://youtu.be/beLPrU8FkbA
For one reason and another I haven't given it a proper clean since the pre-Christmas one, so it's been a mammoth task. All done now, I think, so I can concentrate on the food.
Looking forward to spending time with the grandkids, especially the youngest who has had a birthday since I last saw him and is officially no longer a toddler, but a pre-schooler!
Safe travels, @Boogie!
Lazy day here so far, but I'm heading into town later to meet an old school friend for supper - it's a couple of years since we've seen each other, so there should be a lot to catch up on.
For lunch, I've just had some rather nice pasta, but with a sauce that - I kid you not! - upon jar-opening emitted the jarring smell of...
Now, this was not entirely surprising as it was a jar of Italian tomato sauce with Parmeggiano cheese! However, in this particular constellation and brand, it came with afore-spoilered, rather unfortunate scent. (And I suppose I know now why these were half-price!!
Once prepared though, the whole thing was rather tasty. Life is definitely interesting.
Well done, all you variously busy Saturday people, to which I wish joyful line-dancing, cake-eating, husband-shed-supervising, Omi-being, looking-forward-to-grandkidding, and catching-up with old friends!
(If the shed building proves difficult, you could then christen it Shed 'A Tear'. Or if it's particularly heavy, Shed 'Some Weight'. You get my drift.)
This is clearly some sort of Very Obscure Code. I think we should be told what it actually means...
I did wonder! 🤣🤣
Today was successful, in that we found a suitable lampshade. There were lovely ones in Heals and John Lewis, but we went for cheap and cheerful instead. Circle Dancing was also fun. I'm now sitting here with a glass of red wine while husband cooks a curry. I've already done a side dish of okra and made the experimental naan bread. I had a nibble and it tastes like the sort of naan bread you buy in your local corner shop, i.e. not very good. I'll let you know what I think after a more considered tasting.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eanswith
St Eanswyth, pray for us!
Indeed we do - Eanswith, Mildrith, Ebba, Edburga, Bertha, and so on.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Kentish_saints
A very Holy county (well, once-upon-a-time). The list doesn't mention Seaxburh, also a Queen and abbess (interesting job description!), sometimes rendered Sexburga (cue silly little boys sniggering....
That's if you can buy paracetamol at all at the moment. With the current panic buying of that and toilet rolls round here I had to visit three shops before I could get some - not a panic buy, just a top up of the usual medical supplies Chez Nen.
Yesterday afternoon was a film, made in 1985, about women in Shetland "The work they say is mine". I wish I could buy the sound track.
Last night was an all-female comedy night. I must be getting old, because all I could think during one woman's jokes about her dire sex life was that she should forget about sex and try gardening, knitting or stamp collecting instead.
This morning I am going to try skiff sailing with my daughter.
I've also had the most amazing raw chocolate and rose cake. Twice.
Definitely.
I just need the recipe so that I can do it for myself.
In church early today as son helping on sound desk at 8am. As he will be at both services he will finish at 1pm! So we are going to first service and then diy shopping and coffee shop while we wait for him.
I'll fetch my coat ...
I had a lovely catch-up with R. last night; the food was nice (in my case a lamb wrap with salad, tzatziki and hummus followed by ice-cream with pomegranate sauce), the restaurant staff were lovely, and they didn't mind us sitting and gassing for ages after we'd finished eating.
Then we had a nice stroll along Princes Street followed by a very long wait for my bus, but as it was a nice, mild night we really didn't mind.
ITTWACW!
I suggest you ask Ann Summers, she'll have what you need.
The curry last night was good, but my husband confessed this morning that he had thrown his chickpea curry away in case some broken glass from a spice jar he dropped had got into it. He didn't mention that last night, but I didn't notice anything on-toward!
Brittany has some similar dances where everyone takes part, but they tend to involve linking little fingers and rotating the hands while dancing, which I find very uncomfortable compared to the standard circle dance palm up/down hold.
I love going as we are in the big arena and we see the guide dogs in training walking in and out with their trainers - always an impressive sight. It’s hard work ‘tho. 😊
Turns out he, like me, is one of the regulars at the swimming bath. And I didn't recognise thing as I can't see a thing with my glasses off!
In other news, I had to ring my electricity supplier this morning. When the chap on the phone asked me my address, he said, "Oh, you're just round the corner from here" (I'd always assumed that, but never been sure, of it).
So I replied, "Yes, I can see your building out of bedroom window. Shall I put the phone down and just shout!" They can't have been busy - I was answered on the first ring!
Apropos your encounter in the supermarket, something similar was once said to me by a Young Lady. She meant (honest, guv!) that she had only seen me previously in my ambulance uniform, but it didn't quite come out that way, and her Discombobulation was Terrific when she realised what she'd said.
While I know nothing about dog-breeding and showing, if it had been my choice, I think the Dulux dog would have won Best in Show - he was lovely!
* I wasn't really listening closely, and didn't catch what sort of service/therapy he did, but he was beautiful!
Although she gave me more ear-drops, it was pretty much a waste of time, as she said she'd have to refer me to an audiologist, which if I waited for the NHS would probably take months. As I really could do with at least trying to find work ASAP, it looks as if I'll have to cough up for a private hearing test with Boots or Specsavers or similar. I begrudge it (what's the point of having the NHS and not being able to use it?), but it may be worth it in the long run.
But be advised, hearing aids are EXPENSIVE. I would put in for the NHS appt.
Smile sweetly at interview and explain the problem is being addressed.
Not every job requires acute hearing. It was evident the checkout lady at Sainsbury's didn't hear me explain both the next two shops were mine (on different cards) and was merrily about to charge my groceries to the next customers.
Husband is working from home today as an experiment in case his place of work needs to close due to coronavirus. Trouble is he's quite likely to get so engrossed in it (he's a video editor) that he'll end up working longer and later than he would actually do at work.
eta: I have an appointment in a couple of weeks with Into Work (for whom my brother worked before he retired); they specialise in finding work for disabled people, and he arranged a referral for me, so I'm hoping they'll be able to advise me.
I'd be happy with anything that involved data entry, filing or photocopying - while I love dealing with people, I wouldn't be very good at it at the moment if I was always saying "sorry?"!
I don't even know if I need them in both ears ...
I’m feeling a bit foolish choosing to fly to Germany when a virus is raging round the world. I only booked my ticket on Sunday - it was half price!
But still, there are worse places to get stuck - if I do.
I looked out this morning to find it was blowing a hoolie, and there was a fallen wheelie-bin on the pavement, and an upturned compost-bin on the grass. Assuming they'd be ours, I went out to retrieve them (by which time it was blowing a hoolie and pissing with rain), to discover that they actually belonged to next-door but two. They must have been emptied before my sister went out to work - ours were back where they should be.
And I thought our wheelie-bin in Fredericton was adventurous ...
Although there are patches of blue in the sky, I think today is going to be an indoor sort of day - I don't trust them to last.