Archive for April, 2010

April 30, 2010


Ohh I’m wicked and I’m lazy.

Sometimes other things need doing and dinner falls through the gap. Today was one of those days when seven o’clock came round and I asked the room what everyone fancied for dinner and the chorus of “Pizza” emanated from the three tikes huddled on the sofa watching The Simpsons on C4+1. At these times that we are grateful for El Famosisimo’s employment at Domino’s Pizza where he sometimes goes by the unlikely moniker of ‘Keith’.

He is such a good chap that he proudly proclaims his love for us to all and sundry. Look at how he labels our order:

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April 26, 2010

Two pink

As well as being disorganised as I confessed before, I am also forgetful.

Not good if you need to take medication to keep you from waking up with a leg twice its normal size or not being able to catch your breath because there’s a clot in your lung.

The advice for warfarin dosing is to take your tablets at 6pm. I am not sure why this is but it may be that the peak action of the drug is when you are asleep and your blood is more likely to pool and clot because you aren’t moving much. This theory only works if you go to bed at 10pm which I don’t…….

I used to try to take it at six but I often forgot what with cooking dinner and all that. Then later in the evening I couldn’t remember if I had taken it or not; I could see a picture of myself in my minds eye popping the tablets out and taking them but I couldn’t remember if that was today’s memory or yesterday’s.

After months of forgetting doses or not being able to remember if I had forgotten a dose I decided to move my time from evening to just before I go to bed. That way the memory I have as I shut my eyes is so recent that it can’t be confused with any other.

So here I am at 2am with two pink in my hand. Two pink is 10mg and should be Saturday’s dose; the only day I don’t take 11mg. I forgot to take only 10mg last night so I’ve compensated today. Forgetful I tell you.

(Yes I have heard of those daily pill boxes but for a long while my dose kept changing and anyway I had a feeling they were for grannies not sprightly young things like myself!)

April 26, 2010


What do you do if everyone is blogging about how awful it is that children have to go back to school after the holidays; how tired they are; how terrible homework is; how tiring the fight to get out of the door….

I have a bubble in my chest wanting to burst and declare that the emperor has no clothes: that school is not compulsory.

Why does society share a collective acceptance of the awfulness of school, especially for little children?
Why is it ‘normal’ for children to be grumpy, cross, and generally a handful for at least half an hour after they get home from school? Why is it normal for everyone to be exhausted at the end of each day, week and term?

I breathe out and breathe in again and try to deflate the bubble. I want to comment but I haven’t got the huevos as they say in Mexico.

April 22, 2010


This is blatant product placement but if you do any kind of sticking in your house you need one of these.

TOMBOW Mono Permanent Adhesive in a handy roller thingy.

The tape is double sided so you just roll it on and stick stuff together. Miss Amoo has been making rosettes and her own kind of stickers with it. She puts sticky strips on the back of her creation then covers them with a piece of plastic film cut off a wrapper then gives them as gifts to her brothers and sister to stick on whatever takes their fancy.

It is also good for those envelopes that you need to make because a small person has used the perfectly- sized envelope that came with the birthday card you bought for Auntie Liz.

In other news: we went to town today. We had found a WHSmith gift card in a pile of tat at home which miraculously had £10 still on it so we went in there and bought two comics and now only have £4 something left. We scored a paint set, a gardening book and two retro pillowcases for a total of £2 in the charity shop where we also dropped off a bag of stuff that had been waiting to escape from the house for a good month or so. Onward to the fabric shop to find a remnant for some summer trews for Miss Amoo and some brown slub fabric for trews for me. Then to Boots to find that they hadn’t received my prescription from the doctors. Not unusual but still irritating. Lastly into Waitrose to see if they had Miss Froo’s bag which she left there last week. After a small quiz given by the lady behind the customer service counter she was rewarded with her own property. A blue denim bag containing a pink purse containing “a lot of money” (in coppers)

So everyone was happy and we don’t have to go to town again until we go again to get a zip for the trousers and pick the prescription which should be there tomorrow or Saturday if I am not too rude to the receptionist a the doctors…