|
More blood stories
This BBC story about blood donations prompted the following thoughts: ffice
|
|
|
17.3.04 00:18 |
|
ffice" />|
The things we do for love
Him Indoors loves his cat and the cat love him back. The cat does not love me. The cat tolerates me because it thinks I am staff so I have my uses. I tolerate the cat because I love Him Indoors and because the cat is a good mouser. Because the cat knows Him Indoors loves him it does not take kindly to Him Indoors administering medication or any kind of medical treatment and he gets away with scratching, spitting and sputtering. For some unknown reason the cat tolerates taking tablets or first aid from me. The cat is getting older and he is beginning to come out of fights for his territory a bit worse for wear. On Sunday we noticed an injury on his ear. I coaxed it near me with trusty dentabits biscuits and had a look only to notice an abscess. Bearing in mind that the animal will not so much as sit on my lap I find it extraordinary that it has let me hot cloth the abscess, lance it and drain it and then hot cloth it again today (swaddled in a warm bath towel). In return for its co-operation I have bought a brand new large size plastic pet carrier to replace the cardboard box with handles he normally travels in. It’ll probably be thrilled with the upgrade when I take it to the vets on Wednesday. Then again maybe it won’t, but what can it do to me, sulk ? What’s new. ffice By the way, it is not a great idea to purchase a large size plastic pet carrier on your way home from work when your mode of transport is a bicycle. It does wedge nicely in the basket at the front but it does stick out and does not do much for short distance visibility or aerodynamics. |
|
|
22.3.04 22:12 |
|
|
Of mice and tooth fairies
I had an urgent job to do when I came home from work tonight. After weeks of wobbliness The Boy has finally lost his first tooth. The urgent job was to sew a little drawstring pouch to put the tooth in so it does not get lost when it is placed under The Boy’s pillow. I used some scraps of the material I made his pyjamas from for the pouch and twisted a length of merino and silk leftover from Nanny In Cornwall’s shawl into a cord. When children cross over 2 culture mums need to adapt local myths so that they fit with the 2 cultures involved. In ffice:smarttags" /> So in our house, in order to comply with both traditions the myths have been slightly modified. The tooth fairy still exists but she is very busy and with so many children loosing teeth all over the place it would be an impossible job for her to collect in person. In order to collect promptly she employs mice to go around and to the collecting from under pillows. To ward of cats the tooth fairy has provided the mice with magic dust. One kind of dust renders the mouse invisible; the other kind puts cats to sleep. ffice Wish me luck, I’ll need it when I attempt to get to the pouch tonight without waking The Boy up. |
|
|
22.3.04 22:25 |
|
|
Sometimes I worry about the child...
... tonight when putting The Boy to bed I wondered about his choice of bedtime reading. He had chosen his children's dictionary. I questioned the choice only to be told it was " to find new words" and because "it has more than 560 pages and it is really good". When I went back up to get a jumper he said "I've found a new word: AWE". Whatever happened to the toddler who loved stories ? Looks like I have bred an anorak. |
|
|
24.3.04 22:16 |
|
|
Is this a moat I see ?
Obviously I blame Adrian. While he was being plagued by a troll his squirrel monkey magnet must have been disabled. As a result the incompetents of this world were attracted to my house instead. ffice This is how it goes. A while back I had an idea. It went like this: since we tend to grow veggies rather than flowers in the garden why don’t we build raised beds. Him Indoors feigned approval thinking it was just another hare brained scheme of mine and it would pass if he made the right noises in the right places. The idea did not just pass though and at the week-end I decided that I will have to get started soon if I want to plant all the seed I have bought this year. Remember people, seed catalogues are very bad things. Never order one as you will find yourself ordering more seed than you could possibly have space to grow them. On Saturday I ordered some top soil to fill the beds and some more bark for The Boy’s play area. Because it is not easy to fit a m2 of bark and 2 m2 of top soil in the back of the car I arranged for the stuff to be delivered. Now the rundown of operations should have gone as follows: delivery due Wednesday between 12 and 5. Him Indoors to park his car off the drive and to lay some tarpaulin ready to receive the stuff first thing Wednesday. Him Indoors to work from home Wednesday pm so that when the delivery man comes he can point to the drive and oversee the tipping. Instead it went like this. The driver was the king of all squirrel monkeys and decided to deliver today. As the car was in the drive he decided to tip the delivery in one huge pile on the road in front of the drive. The squirrel monkey delivery man used the only bit of sense he had to disappear before I got home. This was probably best as serving a prison sentence for GBH is not on my list of things to do before I die. The squirrel monkey’s colleague denied all knowledge and then promptly switched the phone to answer phone mode to be spared another phone call. Have no fear I will get him in the morning when I am still mad but with more energy. It won’t help but at least it will make him feel better. Anyway after loads of shovelling and barrowing in the dark and some sifting there are now distinct piles in the front garden (Not in the drive since we could not get the car out). The road is no longer obstructed and Him Indoors will have access to his car when he needs it first thing tomorrow morning. We are grateful the wheelbarrow was lent to us this morning rather than tomorrow. The thing is at some point we will have to move it again, through the house into the back garden. Maybe it was not a great idea after all… |
|
|
31.3.04 01:20 |
|
[first page] [previous page]
