22 June
The other
day I mentioned that I had a fall here in the living room. Well, last night Jan
took a few photos of the bruising to my left arm, and here’s one of them …
nice
one eh. Well, I’m fortunate in that it only hurts when I touch it, so of course
I don’t touch, well, usually. I do forget at times when I have an itch or
something and then it reminds to behave. The graze just below my left knee is a
different thing all round. It has scabbed over but even so it’s a bit weepy and
my trouser leg catches on it. That makes it sting a good bit but also makes it
weep a bit more, and the cycle continues. Ah well … … …
Since
then I have realised what is causing it after I tripped another twice over the
weekend. My left leg is not playing properly and is not moving when me noggin
tells it too. I then move my right leg thinking all’s OK and over I go. The
last twice I didn’t go over thankfully but at least we now know what to keep an
eye on. Tomorrow I shall be trying to get a GP appointment to get it sorted
out.
Two
little girls, age six and seven, have been killed by a speeding car in Brum
yesterday. They were just two of five pedestrians crossing the road when they
were hit. The cops have someone in custody and being interviewed about dangerous
driving. With the two deaths, I would hope that it will be changed to causing
death by dangerous driving. That’s the problem with speeding motorists isn’t it?
We all know when we get behind the wheel of a car that we are in control of
dangerous tool and we should be taking a lot of care when we use it.
With that
in mind then, isn’t it time that when death occurs through dangerous driving,
that the drivers should be charged with murder, or at least manslaughter.
Driving through drink and drugs are another reason why there needs to be a
change in the law. Yet again I can hear the civil rights toss-pots crying foul
at such at an idea; well, fine, let them cry. But let them also have the task
of telling the families of the deaths and to explain why the driver shouldn’t
be changed with murder/manslaughter. Let them see the devastation that the
deaths have on the victims’ families, and let them see why they should shut and
not try to defend the killers.
And so
for today’s photo …
A smashed car in Shustoke.
Today’s
funny …
A man was
working on his motorcycle on his patio and his wife was in the house in the kitchen.
The man was racing the engine on the motorcycle and somehow, the motorcycle
slipped into gear. The man, still holding the handlebars, was dragged through a
glass patio door and along with the motorcycle dumped onto the floor inside the
house. The wife, hearing the crash, ran into the dining room, and found her
husband laying on the floor, cut and bleeding, the motorcycle laying next to
him and the patio door shattered. The wife ran to the phone and summoned an
ambulance.
Because
they lived on a fairly large hill, the wife went down the several flights of
long steps to the street to direct the paramedics to her husband. After the
ambulance arrived and transported the husband to the hospital, the wife
uprights the motorcycle and pushed it outside. Seeing that gas had spilled on
the floor, the wife obtained some papers towels, blotted up the gasoline, and
threw the towels in the toilet.
The
husband was treated at the hospital and was released to come home. After
arriving home, he looked at the shattered patio door and the damage done to his
motorcycle. He became despondent, went into the bathroom, sat on the toilet and
smoked a cigarette. After finishing the cigarette, he flipped it between his
legs into the toilet bowl while still seated.
The wife,
who was in the kitchen, heard a loud explosion and her husband screaming. She
ran into the bathroom and found her husband lying on the floor. His trousers
had been blown away and he was suffering burns on the buttocks, the back of his
legs and his groin. The wife again ran to the phone and called for an
ambulance.
The same
ambulance crew was dispatched and the wife met them at the street. The
paramedics loaded the husband on the stretcher and began carrying him to the
street. While they were going down the stairs to the street accompanied by the
wife, one of the paramedics asked the wife how the husband had burned himself.
She told them and the paramedics started laughing so hard, one of them tipped
the stretcher and dumped the husband out. He fell down the remaining steps and
broke his arm.
This
story redefines what it is to have a bad day.
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