17 April
What a wally. part 2! No, I haven't put the wrong fuel
in the car again; no, this time I have managed to turn two pages of the diary
we use for appointments and got it set up for next week. not this week.
According l I set the alarm early enough to get up and try to cancel an
appointment at sleep clinic for me because it clashes with one of Jan's physio
appointments. Now here's the thing ... on Monday we sat in all day waiting for
someone to come to see Jan from the speech therapy team. AT 4.30 Jan phoned
them to find the person concerned was on holiday. But of course Jan's
appointment is for next Monday, not this Monday gone. And we still didn't see
it. Ah well ... ... ...
Yesterday we did get out in to town and we had a good
day all round. I got lots of photos, we did some shopping and finally we had a
couple of drinks in the Willy White and the Anker. Jan really enjoyed being out
on her scooter for the first time in weeks. And the weather so fine and sunny
too.
We have a fairly large wall unit sitting in our living
room becoming pretty much an eye saw of a rubbish tip. One of the problems with
it is that has a number of ornaments that were given to Jan by her sister
because she had no room to display them. Now we don't have room really for the
unit and seeing as Trish has bogged off to Thailand to live, we think we can
now safely get shout of them and then the unit itself. Now that we don't have
to rush around with hospital appointments, we might well get on and get that
little job done.
The unit will go to the local hospice charity shop,
The Mary Anne Evans Hospice. May Anne Evans was the real now the town hussy George
Eliot! As we went passed the shop yesterday we called in to have a look round,
always dangerous that. Anyway we came out having spent £30 on a really nice
light stand and a promise to take the wall unit as long as it was no more than
four foot wide - and that got me thinking about that size limit.
Then it struck me; it's the size of the newer style of
houses and flats we see all over the UK these days. They are being built a lot
smaller now to fit more units on to building plots. More units means bigger
profits for the builders. There is supposed a minimum size for new property
builds and I've wondered why it is not being used. Perhaps it's time for it to
be looked at and investigated.
Yesterday I got quite a few new photos but I've not
done anything with them yet. But I do have this one ...
Yet again I have no
idea what plant this one is, or even where I got the image from now.
And from the Sage I offer ...
The only
cow in a small town in Ireland stopped giving milk. Then the
town folk found they could buy a cow in Scotland quite cheaply. So,
they brought the cow over from Scotland.
It was absolutely wonderful, it produced lots of milk every day and everyone was happy. They bought a bull to mate with the cow to get more cows, so they'd never have to worry about their milk supply again. They put the bull in the pasture with the cow but whenever the bull tried to mount the cow, the cow would move away.
No matter what approach the bull tried, the cow would move away from the bull, and he was never able to do the deed. The people were very upset and decided to go to the Vet, who was very wise, tell him what was happening and ask his advice.
"Whenever the bull tries to mount our cow, she moves away. If he approaches from the back, she moves forward. When he approaches her from the front, she backs off. If he attempts it from the one side, she walks away to the other side." The Vet rubbed his chin thoughtfully and pondered this before asking, "Did you by chance, buy this cow in Scotland?"
The people were dumbfounded, since no one had ever mentioned that they had brought the cow over from Scotland. "You are truly a wise Vet," they said. "How did you
know we got the cow from Scotland?” The Vet replied with a distant look in his eye,
"My wife is from Scotland!"
It was absolutely wonderful, it produced lots of milk every day and everyone was happy. They bought a bull to mate with the cow to get more cows, so they'd never have to worry about their milk supply again. They put the bull in the pasture with the cow but whenever the bull tried to mount the cow, the cow would move away.
No matter what approach the bull tried, the cow would move away from the bull, and he was never able to do the deed. The people were very upset and decided to go to the Vet, who was very wise, tell him what was happening and ask his advice.
"Whenever the bull tries to mount our cow, she moves away. If he approaches from the back, she moves forward. When he approaches her from the front, she backs off. If he attempts it from the one side, she walks away to the other side." The Vet rubbed his chin thoughtfully and pondered this before asking, "Did you by chance, buy this cow in Scotland?"
The people were dumbfounded, since no one had ever mentioned that they had brought the cow over from Scotland. "You are truly a wise Vet," they said. "How did you
know we got the cow from Scotland?” The Vet replied with a distant look in his eye,
"My wife is from Scotland!"
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