4 February 2012
What a wally! I had typed something like 1500 words for here today then I go distracted and lost the lot! Bloody hell!!! It's been ages since I did that. here we go again, if I can remember it all.
The cops in Coventry have removed two pit-bull type dogs from their owner. But does it work. Every dog in the world has the capability of turning very nasty very quickly. The Dangerous Dogs Act deals with breeds, not the nature of the dog or the owner, that means the act doesn't actually work properly. It's the result of another knee jerk reaction of government to horrendous dag a attacks.
Like many people I like music. Right now I have CD playing, Out of the Blue by ELO. It's been ages since I last heard this. Although I like music, I like it in small doses. A live gig is fine, I can handle that OK but not CD after CD and certainly not as a continual background to everything I do. That would drive me up the wall. I wonder at times why others need to be surrounded by sound all the time. are they afraid to be alone with their thoughts? I like being alone with my thoughts. There are time when we all need to have a quiet time like that.
How does one measure quality of life? Take my mother for example. She can't hear and can't see; she has no awareness of what what's going on around her or where she is, she even doesn't know who she is any more. We have been asked by the nursing staff of the care home she in if we want her resuscitated at anytime. But do you say, no, what do I say? My gut feeling is not to. I think it would be cruel to make her continue like that. I know she would hate it if she knew how she is. So Jan has gone up to sit with her for an hour and signed the required forms about it. To say I'm gutted is an understatement. I'm just pleased that I have Jan here to be with and to support me through this.
Let's look a bit bright shall we ...
here's Kile. I took this shot at a garden centre last month while Jan was off getting lunch ... Good looking little lad enhe ;-)))
Yesterday I managed to get to Coventry for a couple of hours and got a few photos of roundabout. Here's one for you ...
And from the Sage ...
A man wakes up in hospital, bandaged from head to foot. The doctor comes in and says 'Ah, I see you've regained consciousness. Now you probably won't remember, but I'm afraid you were in a pile-up on the motorway.'
'You're going to be OK, you'll walk again, everything seems to be OK, but there is a bit of bad news and I'm going to break it to you as gently as I can. Your Willy was chopped off in the wreck and we were unable to find it.'
The bloke groans a bit (as you do) but the doctor goes on, 'We've checked your insurance and you've actually got £9,000 compensation coming to you and the good news is that we have the technology now to build you a new Willy that will work just as well as your old one, better in fact. But the thing is, it doesn't come cheap. It is one thousand pounds an inch.'
The bloke perks up a bit at this (as you would.) 'So it's a simple decision,' the doctor says, "you need to decide how many inches you want. But it's something you'd better discuss with your wife. I mean, if you had a five inch Willy before and you decide to go for a nine Willy now, she might be a bit put out. But if you had a nine incher before and you decide only to invest in a five incher now, she might be a bit disappointed. So it's important that you consult with her to help you make the decision.'
So the bloke agrees to talk with his wife. The doctor comes back the next day. 'So' he says, 'have you spoken with your wife?' 'I have.' says the chap.' And has she helped you to make the decision?' 'Yes, she has' he says. 'And what is the decision?' asks the doctor. 'We're having a new kitchen.'
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Of course, an akthernative ending would be, "We'll have five inches please."
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