Daisy Turnip writes.....
Hubby took a shower tonight and came downstairs holding the clippers for a hair cut.
His hair was wet and it kept getting stuck in the blades. Every so often Hubby took the clippers from me, took the cover off which dictates the length of the cut and brushed off the excess hair from the blades. He’d then hand back the gizmo and I’d proceed with the shave.
Yes, you’ve guessed it. He forgot to put the cover on, I forgot to check and then ‘Oooooooops’ one pretty large bald patch on the back of his head!!!
This was followed by several frantic phone calls to Daughter, neighbours and friends to locate a local PROFESSIONAL mobile hair dresser.
Luckily, we found fabulous Mandy. Five minutes later she arrived and sorted out the mess I’d created. He’s now agreed to use Mandy for every cut from now on!
Tuesday 22 May 2007
Monday 21 May 2007
Barking Mad
Daisy Turnip writes.....
Tonight, we took our Heinz 57 mutt for his annual check up. This usually means the following:
- the dog goes mental in the car whilst travelling to the vets
- the dog will pee in reception,
- we will all blush and offer to wipe up the accident,
- the dog will sit and howl until he gets to see the vet,
- the vet will give him his booster jab
- the vet will tell us the dog has a strong heart
- the vet will tell us he wouldn’t like to see anymore weight on said dog
- we leave and I tell daughter she needs to walk him more
I was also pretty sure the vet was going to tell us our dear Bailey is barking mad! He’s recently getting stranger and stranger with his behaviour.
He’s started sleeping in the spare room and he’s not even allowed upstairs. On Saturday morning, Hubby found him doing an SAS crawl across the landing to the stairs, he reckons he was also trying to be invisible dog and thought that Hubby wouldn’t notice him. He got a major telling off and hopefully he won’t be doing that again.
The following morning – very early - he was lying on the bench, underneath our bedroom window, crying. It was as if he was saying, ‘come on, get up, it’s the weekend, your supposed to be fussing me’
He’s also recently started to just sit very close to the lounge wall and just stare at it!
So we went along to see the vet and he was very good and didn’t pee in the waiting room. He did however sit and howl and continued to howl even when we were in with the vet.
I asked the vet if there was such a thing as canine dementia, he smiled and said that the Americans were doing some research into this and there are initial indications that there may be such thing. Great I thought, another nutter in the house!!
He then told me we should get at least another year out of our dear old Bailey – senile or not!
Moving up a Gear……. or maybe not
Daisy Turnip writes.....
We spent yesterday cleaning our bikes (ok, correction, Hubby spent yesterday cleaning our bikes) that we haven’t used for a long time and took them out for a quick ride out. It turned out to be quicker than we had planned due to my gears simply refusing to work. I was pedalling away, ten to the dozen, feeling like a complete moron, knowing that people were thinking, ‘silly thing, she’s in the wrong gear she is!’
Due to gear outage, we decided to take the quick route back, which ultimately meant we only really went round the block – yes, that’s right, not very far at all.
For such a short distance, my legs and cheeks (not on my face) are absolutely killing me today!!
Anyone know a good cycle repairer?
We spent yesterday cleaning our bikes (ok, correction, Hubby spent yesterday cleaning our bikes) that we haven’t used for a long time and took them out for a quick ride out. It turned out to be quicker than we had planned due to my gears simply refusing to work. I was pedalling away, ten to the dozen, feeling like a complete moron, knowing that people were thinking, ‘silly thing, she’s in the wrong gear she is!’
Due to gear outage, we decided to take the quick route back, which ultimately meant we only really went round the block – yes, that’s right, not very far at all.
For such a short distance, my legs and cheeks (not on my face) are absolutely killing me today!!
Anyone know a good cycle repairer?
For Just One Second
Daisy Turnip writes.....
Anything and everything I can do online, I do – shopping, paper less bills, lottery etc I do it. I’m not sure if I’m lazy, just love IT, or feel greener about running my life in this way, but I am very much an online person.
Yesterday I opened my email and saw a message from the nice people at the National Lottery – the email subject read, ‘News about your ticket!’ I knew this meant that I had a winning ticket from Saturday night. Hoorah.
For the 10 or 20 seconds it takes you to close down the email, open up a browser, type in the URL for the national lottery and log in with your account details, it really is quite funny. You are silently repeating to yourself, ‘it’ll be a tenner’ ‘it’ll be a tenner’ ‘it’ll be a tenner’ ‘it’ll be a tenner’ ‘it’ll be a tenner’ but way back in the back of your mind you’re hoping, ‘let it be a million, please let it be the big M’ knowing full well ‘it’ll be a tenner’
And it was! A tenner!
One day………………….
Anything and everything I can do online, I do – shopping, paper less bills, lottery etc I do it. I’m not sure if I’m lazy, just love IT, or feel greener about running my life in this way, but I am very much an online person.
Yesterday I opened my email and saw a message from the nice people at the National Lottery – the email subject read, ‘News about your ticket!’ I knew this meant that I had a winning ticket from Saturday night. Hoorah.
For the 10 or 20 seconds it takes you to close down the email, open up a browser, type in the URL for the national lottery and log in with your account details, it really is quite funny. You are silently repeating to yourself, ‘it’ll be a tenner’ ‘it’ll be a tenner’ ‘it’ll be a tenner’ ‘it’ll be a tenner’ ‘it’ll be a tenner’ but way back in the back of your mind you’re hoping, ‘let it be a million, please let it be the big M’ knowing full well ‘it’ll be a tenner’
And it was! A tenner!
One day………………….
What a Catch, What a Dish
Daisy Turnip writes.....
A friend of mine has just started ‘seeing’ someone.
What are a girl’s priorities when it comes to men these days? I think the following totally sums it up.
All I know about the new man is that he used to be a chef and he likes a clean kitchen!
This translated into female speak means ‘brilliant’ - she won’t be cooking each time they eat together, as he doesn’t have the excuse that he can’t cook! And even better, he’ll tidy up after himself. Fantastic!!
A friend of mine has just started ‘seeing’ someone.
What are a girl’s priorities when it comes to men these days? I think the following totally sums it up.
All I know about the new man is that he used to be a chef and he likes a clean kitchen!
This translated into female speak means ‘brilliant’ - she won’t be cooking each time they eat together, as he doesn’t have the excuse that he can’t cook! And even better, he’ll tidy up after himself. Fantastic!!
Saturday 19 May 2007
'Jumper' on the Line
Daisy Turnip writes.....
On Wednesday, I had a meeting in London. It was a fairly early start and we finished about 4.30. The team went for a quick drink and then we all set off for our journeys home just before 5.30pm. I was dreading the journey back and just wished I could click my fingers and I’d be back home, sitting on the sofa, watching some rubbish on the TV. Instead, I set off in search of the train station, humping with me my 40ltr rucksack with 'comfort blanket' laptop etc etc.
I reached Victoria station to find it in total chaos, the queues and crowds of people were unbelievable. It turned out that someone had committed suicide by jumping in front of a tube on the Victoria line. I cannot imagine how this person must have felt or what they had experienced that day / week / year to result in the need to end it all in such a very sad and lonely way.
Me being a bit dense about the underground ie I know the route to the office in London and that’s about it., I’d absolutely no idea where to go when an entire section of a line is closed down.
I queued to speak to the underground official who told me the route I needed to take and handed me a map of the underground, ‘just in case’. I set off amongst the hordes to find my way to Marylebone.
Whilst waiting on a crammed platform and feeling pretty scared that if anymore people appeared on the platform, a few more of us will end up on the tracks, a woman to the side of me turned to someone and said, ‘what a miserable, selfish b*****d, fancy doing it in peak commuter time!’ How kind of you I thought. How totally totally selfish of you! I’m sure the family of the dead person would think likewise too.
I can’t help but keep thinking about who the person was and why did s/he end up choosing to end their life in such an awful way?
On Wednesday, I had a meeting in London. It was a fairly early start and we finished about 4.30. The team went for a quick drink and then we all set off for our journeys home just before 5.30pm. I was dreading the journey back and just wished I could click my fingers and I’d be back home, sitting on the sofa, watching some rubbish on the TV. Instead, I set off in search of the train station, humping with me my 40ltr rucksack with 'comfort blanket' laptop etc etc.
I reached Victoria station to find it in total chaos, the queues and crowds of people were unbelievable. It turned out that someone had committed suicide by jumping in front of a tube on the Victoria line. I cannot imagine how this person must have felt or what they had experienced that day / week / year to result in the need to end it all in such a very sad and lonely way.
Me being a bit dense about the underground ie I know the route to the office in London and that’s about it., I’d absolutely no idea where to go when an entire section of a line is closed down.
I queued to speak to the underground official who told me the route I needed to take and handed me a map of the underground, ‘just in case’. I set off amongst the hordes to find my way to Marylebone.
Whilst waiting on a crammed platform and feeling pretty scared that if anymore people appeared on the platform, a few more of us will end up on the tracks, a woman to the side of me turned to someone and said, ‘what a miserable, selfish b*****d, fancy doing it in peak commuter time!’ How kind of you I thought. How totally totally selfish of you! I’m sure the family of the dead person would think likewise too.
I can’t help but keep thinking about who the person was and why did s/he end up choosing to end their life in such an awful way?
Don’t You Just Love Weekend?
Daisy Turnip writes.....
Don’t we all just love our weekends? Two days off work, a time to chill out and relax?
The plan was to go camping in Derbyshire this weekend. However being the fair weather camper that I am, we stayed at home and chilled in the following way today:-
Did the garden
Stripped the beds
Did 6 Loads of washing and drying
Cleaned the car
Cleaned the fridge
Cleaned the kitchen cupboards
Ahhh, I now feel totally chilled and rested!
Don’t we all just love our weekends? Two days off work, a time to chill out and relax?
The plan was to go camping in Derbyshire this weekend. However being the fair weather camper that I am, we stayed at home and chilled in the following way today:-
Did the garden
Stripped the beds
Did 6 Loads of washing and drying
Cleaned the car
Cleaned the fridge
Cleaned the kitchen cupboards
Ahhh, I now feel totally chilled and rested!
Childhood Memories, Bag of Conkers and Blackpool Conference
Daisy Turnip writes.....
Yesterday evening, whilst Hubby and I were driving home, we spotted this amazing tree. ‘Wow’ I said, ‘look at that.’ ‘I know, fantastic isn’t it, it’s a horse chestnut tree’ said Hubby.
Immediately, I was transformed back to when I was approximately 8 years old. When I was 8 years old, my Dad went to a conference in Blackpool. He left us all alone for the week. I remember the day Dad was due home. I remember that day as clear as anything. School finished and we were unleashed back into the ‘outside world’. And I ran. I just couldn’t wait to get home to see my Dad. I ran so fast I must have broken some record – possibly, the record for the child running home to see her Dad whom she hadn’t seen for a week fastest runner record! I simply couldn’t wait to get home and see him.
As I came round the corner I could see his car so I knew he was home. I ran faster and as I ran up the path to our house, my Dad was hiding behind a tree and jumped out with a big ‘BOO!’ He had a big bag of conkers with him – he’d spent an hour or so, whilst on a jolly in Blackpool, collecting conkers for me and my big sis. I was seriously chuffed, my Dad was home and with him came a HUGE bag of conkers – what an absolute bonus.
Whenever I think of conkers, I always, without exception, remember breaking the record for running home the fastest on that afternoon when I was 8 years old!
Yesterday evening, whilst Hubby and I were driving home, we spotted this amazing tree. ‘Wow’ I said, ‘look at that.’ ‘I know, fantastic isn’t it, it’s a horse chestnut tree’ said Hubby.
Immediately, I was transformed back to when I was approximately 8 years old. When I was 8 years old, my Dad went to a conference in Blackpool. He left us all alone for the week. I remember the day Dad was due home. I remember that day as clear as anything. School finished and we were unleashed back into the ‘outside world’. And I ran. I just couldn’t wait to get home to see my Dad. I ran so fast I must have broken some record – possibly, the record for the child running home to see her Dad whom she hadn’t seen for a week fastest runner record! I simply couldn’t wait to get home and see him.
As I came round the corner I could see his car so I knew he was home. I ran faster and as I ran up the path to our house, my Dad was hiding behind a tree and jumped out with a big ‘BOO!’ He had a big bag of conkers with him – he’d spent an hour or so, whilst on a jolly in Blackpool, collecting conkers for me and my big sis. I was seriously chuffed, my Dad was home and with him came a HUGE bag of conkers – what an absolute bonus.
Whenever I think of conkers, I always, without exception, remember breaking the record for running home the fastest on that afternoon when I was 8 years old!
Monday 14 May 2007
Tilley’s Travels
Daisy Turnip writes.....
Speaking to a good friend of mine makes me think she should change her name by deed poll to Judith Chalmers 2.
To blog readers, she is now permanently called Tilley.
At the beginning of April Tilley trouped off to the Galapagos Islands for an amazing 3 weeks holiday. And then, to assist a friend with a spare last minute place, last week she ended up at Lake Garda for another week’s holiday. She emailed me tonight and ‘just happened’ to remind me that she was off to Cape Verde at the beginning of next month! Oh, and then hinted about a weekend away, chez our house, for the annual village fete / carnival (the highlight of rural village living for me, Hubby, Daughter and now a list of friends wanting to attend – the entire village basically gets drunk while bands play from mid afternoon into the midnight hour, on the back of a 38 tonne open curtain sided lorry in the middle of the village – trust me, it’s fun!). I actually think Mr & Mrs Tilley are now officially homeless and just spend their time floating round the globe, taking on board all these amazing places to then return to the UK and stay in a B&B for the odd week here and there just to do some work earn some pin money to pay for even more globe trotting!
Said friend is called Tilley because when given the clothing list for the Galapagos Islands it said ‘hat’ – knowing we were big walkers she asked if she could borrow my hat – being fashion victim extraordinaire she said that my hat is the only one she can wear that doesn’t make her look like a moron. The hat is a delightful Tilley Hat which I bestowed to her, with the request to look after it and ‘don’t let the elephants eat it’ (if you’re a Tilley owner and have read the ‘manual’ you will understand)
Myself and Hubby have a week’s leave booked at the end of this month. We plan to go walk Ben Nevis and then do some sightseeing in the highlands – we’ve done Scafell Pike and Snowdon and being the trophy hunter that I am, I now need to include the final ‘biggie’ and do Ben Nevis. The Galapagos Islands or Lake Garda 5 star accommodation it is not.
Upon receipt of Tilley’s email re the next holiday, my response was as follows:-
‘Cape Verde – God, you got a hard life with all these holidays! : ) I’m just green, don’t you worry about me being stuck up Ben Nevis with my midget cream smothered all over me, looking like a moron with the Tilley on my head. And don’t forget camping at the foot of big Ben the night before the walk and again the night we get back down it!! I’ll be ok, honest we’ve now invested in an automatic blow up bed (singles) – which is a huge bleeding exaggeration by the way – it takes a slight gulp of air and thinks it has inflated into some great big 4 poster bed!! It’s about as thick as 20 sheets of Andrex and you only roll off the bloody thing during the night anyway!!! And then there’s the issue of putting up / and down the tent again, based on the fact you’ve had a crap night’s sleep due to the naff self inflating mattress. But, as I say, I ain’t bitter. You have a good time luvvie!! : ) xx’
Her response read, ‘hope you have a good time in insect infected Scotland. Tilley all freshly laundered and raring to go again. By the way, is the carnival the last week in June or the first weekend of July?’
I do hope I like Scotland and Big Ben as much as I think I should!
Speaking to a good friend of mine makes me think she should change her name by deed poll to Judith Chalmers 2.
To blog readers, she is now permanently called Tilley.
At the beginning of April Tilley trouped off to the Galapagos Islands for an amazing 3 weeks holiday. And then, to assist a friend with a spare last minute place, last week she ended up at Lake Garda for another week’s holiday. She emailed me tonight and ‘just happened’ to remind me that she was off to Cape Verde at the beginning of next month! Oh, and then hinted about a weekend away, chez our house, for the annual village fete / carnival (the highlight of rural village living for me, Hubby, Daughter and now a list of friends wanting to attend – the entire village basically gets drunk while bands play from mid afternoon into the midnight hour, on the back of a 38 tonne open curtain sided lorry in the middle of the village – trust me, it’s fun!). I actually think Mr & Mrs Tilley are now officially homeless and just spend their time floating round the globe, taking on board all these amazing places to then return to the UK and stay in a B&B for the odd week here and there just to do some work earn some pin money to pay for even more globe trotting!
Said friend is called Tilley because when given the clothing list for the Galapagos Islands it said ‘hat’ – knowing we were big walkers she asked if she could borrow my hat – being fashion victim extraordinaire she said that my hat is the only one she can wear that doesn’t make her look like a moron. The hat is a delightful Tilley Hat which I bestowed to her, with the request to look after it and ‘don’t let the elephants eat it’ (if you’re a Tilley owner and have read the ‘manual’ you will understand)
Myself and Hubby have a week’s leave booked at the end of this month. We plan to go walk Ben Nevis and then do some sightseeing in the highlands – we’ve done Scafell Pike and Snowdon and being the trophy hunter that I am, I now need to include the final ‘biggie’ and do Ben Nevis. The Galapagos Islands or Lake Garda 5 star accommodation it is not.
Upon receipt of Tilley’s email re the next holiday, my response was as follows:-
‘Cape Verde – God, you got a hard life with all these holidays! : ) I’m just green, don’t you worry about me being stuck up Ben Nevis with my midget cream smothered all over me, looking like a moron with the Tilley on my head. And don’t forget camping at the foot of big Ben the night before the walk and again the night we get back down it!! I’ll be ok, honest we’ve now invested in an automatic blow up bed (singles) – which is a huge bleeding exaggeration by the way – it takes a slight gulp of air and thinks it has inflated into some great big 4 poster bed!! It’s about as thick as 20 sheets of Andrex and you only roll off the bloody thing during the night anyway!!! And then there’s the issue of putting up / and down the tent again, based on the fact you’ve had a crap night’s sleep due to the naff self inflating mattress. But, as I say, I ain’t bitter. You have a good time luvvie!! : ) xx’
Her response read, ‘hope you have a good time in insect infected Scotland. Tilley all freshly laundered and raring to go again. By the way, is the carnival the last week in June or the first weekend of July?’
I do hope I like Scotland and Big Ben as much as I think I should!
Thursday 10 May 2007
Abseiling Spiders
Daisy Turnip writes.....
A couple of months ago, I was sitting at the PC working away, when a spider abseiled from the ceiling, right in front on my face and landed on my lap! This prompted a rain dance type reaction from me as I screamed, jumped up and flicked it on the floor. The little tyke bounded along the floor and vanished under the skirting board somewhere. I sat and watched and just couldn’t concentrate on my work. As each hour went by, I relaxed a little and just kept having an occasional peek to ensure it hadn’t come out of its hiding place. By this point I’d brought a trainer into the computer room in order to defend myself if needs be – I’m sorry all you eight legged creature lovers, but I really don’t like spiders – I know it’s stupid, but I am.
After a couple of months I thought it was safe, so I took the trainer out of the computer room. Foolish move on my part!
Said spider has obviously been watching me and saw the removal of the trainer. He came back today and did exactly the same thing!!
A couple of months ago, I was sitting at the PC working away, when a spider abseiled from the ceiling, right in front on my face and landed on my lap! This prompted a rain dance type reaction from me as I screamed, jumped up and flicked it on the floor. The little tyke bounded along the floor and vanished under the skirting board somewhere. I sat and watched and just couldn’t concentrate on my work. As each hour went by, I relaxed a little and just kept having an occasional peek to ensure it hadn’t come out of its hiding place. By this point I’d brought a trainer into the computer room in order to defend myself if needs be – I’m sorry all you eight legged creature lovers, but I really don’t like spiders – I know it’s stupid, but I am.
After a couple of months I thought it was safe, so I took the trainer out of the computer room. Foolish move on my part!
Said spider has obviously been watching me and saw the removal of the trainer. He came back today and did exactly the same thing!!
Tuesday 8 May 2007
Allergy Attack
Daisy Turnip writes.....
Daughter was sent home from work yesterday and we ended up having to see the emergency doctor – a nice 2 hour wait at the hospital emergency doctor clinic! We finally got home, Daughter took the prescribed medication and trotted off upstairs saying she wasn’t feeling too well.
Ten minutes later, she came running into the kitchen complaining that her tongue felt funny. No kidding!! Her neck and face were bright ready and hives suddenly started popping out all over her skin – stomach, face, arms, legs, you name it, and there were hives there. She was having a severe reaction to the anti-biotics she’d just taken! Something I recognise as it happens to me when I take a certain drug. Your body basically swells up until you look like a bright, pinky red Michelin Man, along with HUGE hives – not a pretty looking sight and extremely scary. As we stood there we watched her beautiful angelic face (ok, I’m just being gushy now because she was poorly and it was scaring the hell out of me too!) get both pinker and pinker and rounder and rounder.
‘Get your shoes on, we going back to the hospital – NOW!’
As we left, Hubby whispered in my ear, ‘Put your foot down!’
Driving up the motorway was horrendous. Twelve miles to drive with your one and only child, scratching incessantly and crying, saying she can’t breath properly and then in the next breath saying, ‘how embarrassing, what if someone sees me like this, am I going to die?’ Hmmm!!
And then, the mobile phone came from out of her bag? ‘What are you doing?’ I asked, thinking she might be calling someone. ‘Taking a photo to show my boss what’s happened to me!’ God, it would have been brilliant if they’d have sacked her for leaving work because she had taken ill. She’d have got herself some hot shot employment lawyer to slap an ET1 on the HR Manager’s desk, including photographic evidence of her condition! She will go far will daughter!!
By this point, I was seriously praying that I’d get pulled over by the police, so they could have taken her on a ‘blue lighter’ to the hospital – she would have probably taken a photograph of them too! But, typically, where are our boys in blue, when you really want them and you’re so seriously breaking the speed limit up the M40 – nowhere! But hey, she’s fine now and I do use that motorway a lot, so it’s not so bad!
We arrived at the hospital and calmly threw ourselves, screaming at the A&E reception desk (ok, a slight exaggeration, and I did not vault over the desk), with me kind of barking out to the receptionist that my daughter needed adrenalin and steroids. Coupled with our panic and my dodgy black country accent (which no one seems to be able to interpret in Warwickshire) he obviously couldn’t understand a word I said and simply walked off looking confused!! I have no idea where he went but then Ms Nightingale appeared and asked if someone was seeing to us? She then looked at Ms Michelin Junior and said, ‘Oh dear, you’d better come with me.’ Hooorray!! I turned round to properly look at Daughter for the first time since we’d left the house. She looked as if she’d done 50 rounds with Frank Bruno – without the bruises of course, but her face had completely lost all features and had completely swollen to one big mass of pink with 2 tiny slits where her beautiful eyes could be seen only twenty minutes before.
Five minutes later they were pumping adrenalin round her body! The itching, hives, redness and panic soon started to fade and the breathing began to ease.
Once she’d received numerous jabs and drugs she then lay with an oxygen mask on her face for an hour and a half, which was then followed by a fifteen minute session with the nebulizer – it was amazing, she still tried to talk with the mask on!! It was at this point, I realised she was on the mend and whilst she was doing her Darth Vader impression she started laughing and said, ‘This is going to end up on your blog isn’t it!?’ I just laughed and nodded. She then started to recite bits of my blog, using the exact phrases I use. Very funny!
Doctor then came in to assess Daughter who at this point was either seriously high, or just seriously happy! She asked if she could have some replacement tablets for the ones that she’d initially reacted to and made some quip that she’d like the same ones again and then started laughing. I’m sorry, but it was funny and I laughed too. He was obviously at the end of a double, triple shift and he said, ‘No, you can’t have the same ones, you can never have that drug again, do you understand me?’ We nodded and hung our heads in shame! He left, never to be seen again.
The mask finally came off and I asked how she was feeling? ‘I’m starving! I’ve had nothing to eat all day apart from a piece of toast this morning. Can we go now and fetch a curry on the way home?’ Near death experience over! Nurse smiled and nodded. I think she was grateful that peace would soon return to the A&E unit!
The only thing to do now is to get her to continually recite and remember that bugger of a name of the drug she’s allergic to!
Daughter was sent home from work yesterday and we ended up having to see the emergency doctor – a nice 2 hour wait at the hospital emergency doctor clinic! We finally got home, Daughter took the prescribed medication and trotted off upstairs saying she wasn’t feeling too well.
Ten minutes later, she came running into the kitchen complaining that her tongue felt funny. No kidding!! Her neck and face were bright ready and hives suddenly started popping out all over her skin – stomach, face, arms, legs, you name it, and there were hives there. She was having a severe reaction to the anti-biotics she’d just taken! Something I recognise as it happens to me when I take a certain drug. Your body basically swells up until you look like a bright, pinky red Michelin Man, along with HUGE hives – not a pretty looking sight and extremely scary. As we stood there we watched her beautiful angelic face (ok, I’m just being gushy now because she was poorly and it was scaring the hell out of me too!) get both pinker and pinker and rounder and rounder.
‘Get your shoes on, we going back to the hospital – NOW!’
As we left, Hubby whispered in my ear, ‘Put your foot down!’
Driving up the motorway was horrendous. Twelve miles to drive with your one and only child, scratching incessantly and crying, saying she can’t breath properly and then in the next breath saying, ‘how embarrassing, what if someone sees me like this, am I going to die?’ Hmmm!!
And then, the mobile phone came from out of her bag? ‘What are you doing?’ I asked, thinking she might be calling someone. ‘Taking a photo to show my boss what’s happened to me!’ God, it would have been brilliant if they’d have sacked her for leaving work because she had taken ill. She’d have got herself some hot shot employment lawyer to slap an ET1 on the HR Manager’s desk, including photographic evidence of her condition! She will go far will daughter!!
By this point, I was seriously praying that I’d get pulled over by the police, so they could have taken her on a ‘blue lighter’ to the hospital – she would have probably taken a photograph of them too! But, typically, where are our boys in blue, when you really want them and you’re so seriously breaking the speed limit up the M40 – nowhere! But hey, she’s fine now and I do use that motorway a lot, so it’s not so bad!
We arrived at the hospital and calmly threw ourselves, screaming at the A&E reception desk (ok, a slight exaggeration, and I did not vault over the desk), with me kind of barking out to the receptionist that my daughter needed adrenalin and steroids. Coupled with our panic and my dodgy black country accent (which no one seems to be able to interpret in Warwickshire) he obviously couldn’t understand a word I said and simply walked off looking confused!! I have no idea where he went but then Ms Nightingale appeared and asked if someone was seeing to us? She then looked at Ms Michelin Junior and said, ‘Oh dear, you’d better come with me.’ Hooorray!! I turned round to properly look at Daughter for the first time since we’d left the house. She looked as if she’d done 50 rounds with Frank Bruno – without the bruises of course, but her face had completely lost all features and had completely swollen to one big mass of pink with 2 tiny slits where her beautiful eyes could be seen only twenty minutes before.
Five minutes later they were pumping adrenalin round her body! The itching, hives, redness and panic soon started to fade and the breathing began to ease.
Once she’d received numerous jabs and drugs she then lay with an oxygen mask on her face for an hour and a half, which was then followed by a fifteen minute session with the nebulizer – it was amazing, she still tried to talk with the mask on!! It was at this point, I realised she was on the mend and whilst she was doing her Darth Vader impression she started laughing and said, ‘This is going to end up on your blog isn’t it!?’ I just laughed and nodded. She then started to recite bits of my blog, using the exact phrases I use. Very funny!
Doctor then came in to assess Daughter who at this point was either seriously high, or just seriously happy! She asked if she could have some replacement tablets for the ones that she’d initially reacted to and made some quip that she’d like the same ones again and then started laughing. I’m sorry, but it was funny and I laughed too. He was obviously at the end of a double, triple shift and he said, ‘No, you can’t have the same ones, you can never have that drug again, do you understand me?’ We nodded and hung our heads in shame! He left, never to be seen again.
The mask finally came off and I asked how she was feeling? ‘I’m starving! I’ve had nothing to eat all day apart from a piece of toast this morning. Can we go now and fetch a curry on the way home?’ Near death experience over! Nurse smiled and nodded. I think she was grateful that peace would soon return to the A&E unit!
The only thing to do now is to get her to continually recite and remember that bugger of a name of the drug she’s allergic to!
Life of Pictures
Daisy Turnip writes.....
Every now and then I get out my box of old photos, photo albums or sit for a couple of hours going through the thousands of digital images we now stored on pc (also copied onto the external hard drive plus numerous back ups on CD – just to be safe!!). Looking through photos most definitely comes with chuckles and a range of ‘oooh’s’ and ‘aaahhh’s’ and ‘oh, remember that?’ It gives me that warm glow inside regenerating the thoughts, feelings and memories of years gone by, triggered by just one single image. I love and cherish these photos.
For the last few years Hubby and I have asked Daughter if she’d like a camera, but she preferred to have an i-pod, driving lessons, a million pairs of jeans etc! She’s forever out with friends and apart from the ok’ish images she can take with her mobile phone (which then get deleted as her memory card fills up) she has no photos. She doesn’t ‘get’ that in years to come she’ll take great pleasure in looking back at photos of her and friends making ‘floor angels’ in the snow, sunbathing and chilling at the village lake, having a BBQ down the park, cycling down the back lanes and just generally being ‘out’ having fun.
I have a lifetime of photos – taken with a range of cheap disposables, Boots home brand, a Jessops special through to our now quite old, but still pretty impressive Canon PowerShot. I’m no brilliant photographer, but I’m keen to picture and capture the moments of my life and I’m concerned Daughter will not be able to later enjoy such treasures.
At the weekend, Hubby and I were in Sainburys and we both got magnetically dragged to a display counter, on which stood a PINK digital camera that was on special offer. We looked and laughed and Hubby said, ‘Oh, go on then’. We picked up the box and took it to the counter to pay, the shop assistant said, ‘Are you ok with a silver one?’ ‘No’ we both replied in unison! She went off into the ‘back’ to find a pink one and came back with a smile on her face. The other shop assistant, who was about the same age as daughter, was by now dribbling over the box and said, ‘I love this camera’. That made our day as we knew we’d made the right choice.
Daughter came back from work later on that day to find the camera on her bed, she came out of the bedroom with a big cheesey grin on her face and said, ‘oh great, thanks Mom, I can now get some pics onto myspace’
Every now and then I get out my box of old photos, photo albums or sit for a couple of hours going through the thousands of digital images we now stored on pc (also copied onto the external hard drive plus numerous back ups on CD – just to be safe!!). Looking through photos most definitely comes with chuckles and a range of ‘oooh’s’ and ‘aaahhh’s’ and ‘oh, remember that?’ It gives me that warm glow inside regenerating the thoughts, feelings and memories of years gone by, triggered by just one single image. I love and cherish these photos.
For the last few years Hubby and I have asked Daughter if she’d like a camera, but she preferred to have an i-pod, driving lessons, a million pairs of jeans etc! She’s forever out with friends and apart from the ok’ish images she can take with her mobile phone (which then get deleted as her memory card fills up) she has no photos. She doesn’t ‘get’ that in years to come she’ll take great pleasure in looking back at photos of her and friends making ‘floor angels’ in the snow, sunbathing and chilling at the village lake, having a BBQ down the park, cycling down the back lanes and just generally being ‘out’ having fun.
I have a lifetime of photos – taken with a range of cheap disposables, Boots home brand, a Jessops special through to our now quite old, but still pretty impressive Canon PowerShot. I’m no brilliant photographer, but I’m keen to picture and capture the moments of my life and I’m concerned Daughter will not be able to later enjoy such treasures.
At the weekend, Hubby and I were in Sainburys and we both got magnetically dragged to a display counter, on which stood a PINK digital camera that was on special offer. We looked and laughed and Hubby said, ‘Oh, go on then’. We picked up the box and took it to the counter to pay, the shop assistant said, ‘Are you ok with a silver one?’ ‘No’ we both replied in unison! She went off into the ‘back’ to find a pink one and came back with a smile on her face. The other shop assistant, who was about the same age as daughter, was by now dribbling over the box and said, ‘I love this camera’. That made our day as we knew we’d made the right choice.
Daughter came back from work later on that day to find the camera on her bed, she came out of the bedroom with a big cheesey grin on her face and said, ‘oh great, thanks Mom, I can now get some pics onto myspace’
Train Trauma
Daisy Turnip writes.....
All us home based workers meet up in London for a team meeting once a fortnight. To get to London from where I live isn’t too bad and to be honest, I have very few problems with the train. My colleague lives in the north and doesn’t seem to share my easy experience of travelling down to the ‘big smoke’. His day usually starts with a 4.30am alarm call, he catches the Pendolino which sends him a little queasy as it goes round bends pretty quickly and this also sometimes results in coffee spillage. In addition to this misery, his train frequently gets delayed somewhere on route!
Clearing out some text messages this weekend I found the following, genuine text messages from colleague
Message 1 – Hi I am delayed half hour cos of stupid taxi getting a puncture. See you later.
Message 2 – Only just getting 2 Rugby. It’s a nightmare. I will be at least another hour. Deep joy!
Message 3 – Hi. Delayed at Crew, which was odd cos we were not due to stop there. Now delay at Stafford cos a lorry has hit a railway bridge.
Message 4 – On train. Just spilt a lovely hot latte all over me, so not only have I scoldered my privates I have an unpleasant stain in my crotch. The day does not bode well……
Message 5 – Hiya. Still on train!
I’m just glad I don’t live on my colleague’s route!
All us home based workers meet up in London for a team meeting once a fortnight. To get to London from where I live isn’t too bad and to be honest, I have very few problems with the train. My colleague lives in the north and doesn’t seem to share my easy experience of travelling down to the ‘big smoke’. His day usually starts with a 4.30am alarm call, he catches the Pendolino which sends him a little queasy as it goes round bends pretty quickly and this also sometimes results in coffee spillage. In addition to this misery, his train frequently gets delayed somewhere on route!
Clearing out some text messages this weekend I found the following, genuine text messages from colleague
Message 1 – Hi I am delayed half hour cos of stupid taxi getting a puncture. See you later.
Message 2 – Only just getting 2 Rugby. It’s a nightmare. I will be at least another hour. Deep joy!
Message 3 – Hi. Delayed at Crew, which was odd cos we were not due to stop there. Now delay at Stafford cos a lorry has hit a railway bridge.
Message 4 – On train. Just spilt a lovely hot latte all over me, so not only have I scoldered my privates I have an unpleasant stain in my crotch. The day does not bode well……
Message 5 – Hiya. Still on train!
I’m just glad I don’t live on my colleague’s route!
Evicting the ‘Spadgers’
Daisy Turnip writes.....
Yesterday, Hubby was chopping back the ivy as it’s usual spring burst of growth had taken it onto the roof – this always causes a little panic in our house, as ivy is a pesky nuisance and can push the tiles off your roof and cause no end of damage to your house.
Hubby got very enthusiastic in hacking back the ivy, so much so that he exposed a bird’s nest - 2 baby ‘spadgers’ tumbled down the ivy onto the drive! I only joined the RSPB a couple of months ago and this certainly wasn’t detailed in our membership information!
Hubby then spent ages chasing the babies and once caught, he put them in a washing bowl and covered it with a rubber car mat and waited for me to come home. He then climbed back up the ladder and put the chicks back in the nest! In the mean time, parent spadgers were going crazy, hoping from the phone line, to the roof, back to the phone line cheaping away at us like crazy.
Latest news, is that they are still all in the nest and didn’t get too wet with the showers we had last night!
Yesterday, Hubby was chopping back the ivy as it’s usual spring burst of growth had taken it onto the roof – this always causes a little panic in our house, as ivy is a pesky nuisance and can push the tiles off your roof and cause no end of damage to your house.
Hubby got very enthusiastic in hacking back the ivy, so much so that he exposed a bird’s nest - 2 baby ‘spadgers’ tumbled down the ivy onto the drive! I only joined the RSPB a couple of months ago and this certainly wasn’t detailed in our membership information!
Hubby then spent ages chasing the babies and once caught, he put them in a washing bowl and covered it with a rubber car mat and waited for me to come home. He then climbed back up the ladder and put the chicks back in the nest! In the mean time, parent spadgers were going crazy, hoping from the phone line, to the roof, back to the phone line cheaping away at us like crazy.
Latest news, is that they are still all in the nest and didn’t get too wet with the showers we had last night!
Wednesday 2 May 2007
Data Cleansing with Fairy Non-bio
Daisy Turnip writes.....
A couple of weeks ago my fabulous Hubby bought us both a 2GB memory stick. Being a pair of anoraks, we were both thoroughly chuffed with them.
This morning I took a load of washing out of the machine only to find his sat at the bottom of the drum!
There must be easier ways to cleanse your data dear! x
A couple of weeks ago my fabulous Hubby bought us both a 2GB memory stick. Being a pair of anoraks, we were both thoroughly chuffed with them.
This morning I took a load of washing out of the machine only to find his sat at the bottom of the drum!
There must be easier ways to cleanse your data dear! x
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