Friday, September 25, 2009

Yesterday, my first post seemed so far away...

The big four?Oh!

I've just realised that yesterday was my fourth bloggiversary.

Four years: one hundred and sixty four posts. That's an average of fourty a year; three point four a month; one and a half a fourtnight. That's not so bad four a lackadaisical blogger like me!

Here are four not-quite-randomly selected posts to mark the milestone:-

Insert witty pun... - this makes me happy because I'd forgotten it had happened!

On reflection - to mark my 6-month bloggiversary I made a couple of lists. I'm amused to see that the 'things I want to do in the next 6 months' list could have been written yesterday.

On reflection - same title, very different post. When Thomas first struck out on his own - it's more than 2 years ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday.

End of an EAra - "take a few months off"... 19 months later...

In four years' time, I will be fourty-four, Thomas will be
17 (eek!) and that's about all I'm willing to fourcast.

Good hair day

I think it's fair to say that I don't blog very often because most of the time, when I think of something to write, I'm complaining or being cynical. Much as I enjoy a good moan, in my heart I'm an 'if-you-can't-say-something-nice,-say-nothing' sort of person. I genuinely believe in the power of positive thinking, even though it's not always my first instinct.

But today, saying something nice and thinking positively are no trouble. Today is one of those days when all's right in my world, even the stuff that's wrong.

It would be great to know why some days are like this, but who knows? The weather helps - today is a bright, sunny, not-a-cloud-in-the-sky, nearly-autumn day. But so was yesterday, and I didn't feel like this. It's Friday, of course, but it's Friday this time every week...

The day started as normal - my alarm went off at 7am and I 'snoozed' it 3 times, so I got up at 7:27. (I have no idea why a 'snooze' is 9 minutes, but it is!) Thomas has his alarm set for 7:30, so this means I get to wake him up just before his alarm every morning. This gives him the impression that he gets a sneaky lie-in between me waking him and him getting up when his alarm goes off. I don't think he's realised that it's only 2 minutes...

I'd worked a couple of extra hours during the week, so I decided that I'd have a shorter day today and treat myself to lunch at the Wimpy. I even remembered to take my book with me so I didn't have to resort to buying Heat magazine (which is full of 'celebrities' I've never heard of and makes me feel about 100!).

My journey into work didn't start well when someone pulled out in front of me on the roundabout, then failed to pull away. I had to slam on my brakes, which would normally have left me cross and muttering. However, the driver sheepishly waved his hand in a 'sorry' and, when I pulled up next to him at the traffic lights, I turned and smiled and he let me go first. Rainy Days and Mondays was playing on the radio at the time - it being neither, I was free to happily sing along without getting 'down', and anyway, you try being grumpy to the sound of The Carpenters! (Except possibly Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft...)

I was on my own in the office today and had a really productive morning. I had all the windows open and the radio turned up, and every song that was played was summery and upbeat. I even managed not to forget to drink my tea, which I usually do at least once a day!

I almost managed to leave work when I'd intended, and was good and properly hungry when I got to the Wimpy. Lovely Wimpy man (not his real name...) knew my order (I only go in there once or twice a month at most - honest - but he always remembers!) and my cup of coffee and glass of water was on my table even before I found my place in my book. My book was absorbing, my food was delicious and when I'd finished eating he brought me another cup of coffee - on the house! To cap it all, they were playing The Beach Boys - more can't-fail-to-make-you-feel-good music.

Even Tesco couldn't spoil my great mood: I bought some new (drinking) glasses which were a huge bargain; I remembered to buy something trivial that I'd been forgetting to buy for about two months; I got the last two packs of yummy spare ribs; the checkout lady was friendly and chatty.

So now I'm home to an empty house. Thomas has gone fishing, apparently. That's what his note said, anyway. I'm assuming that he's actually gone fishing, rather than leaving me mildly profound notes... Such is my mood that I'm picturing him Huckleberry Finn-like, bare-footed and straw-hatted. Anyone who knows Thomas will appreciate how far removed from reality this picture is - he's more 'EMO' than 'Huck' - but I'm choosing to think of him enjoying the carefree childhood that I'd wish for him, rather than dwelling on the fact that I don't quite know where he is, and he can't really swim...

So, that's my day. I have my iTunes 'Happy' playlist on random. I am untroubled by the tidying, cleaning and decorating that need doing. I may take advantage of the remaining sunshine and sit outside with my book for a while.

I'll leave you with these wise words from the great Hanson: "Mmm bop, ba duba dop, ba duba dop, ba duba dop, ba duba dop, ba duba dop, ba du." I think we can all relate to that...

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

How would you do...?

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Devon, Denbies and Dinosaurs

What I Did On My Holidays

by

Joanne Moore (aged 40¼)

Devon

On my holidays this year I went away to Devon with my Dad and Thomas. We stayed in a cottage in Lynmouth, on the north coast of the county. Lynmouth is a pretty village that hit the headlines in August 1952 when a flash flood destroyed many of the buildings and claimed 34 lives. Rebuilt now, of course, it is a busy tourist spot during the day, but is peaceful in the evenings when the day trippers disappear.

Our cottage was on the bank of the West Lyn river - it's hard to imagine now that a hydro-electric power station used to stand between the cottage and the river's edge...

Our cottage was the middle of the three tall cottages, just above the bridge, in the centre of the picture.


We had good weather for most of the week (just a couple of days of rain). The views from Lynmouth harbour are stunning.

Out of shot, to the left, is Wales...

Lynmouth is linked to its clifftop sister village, Lynton, by a Victorian water-powered cliff railway - way ahead of its time with its green credentials!

The Lynton and Lynmouth Cliff Railway


Obligatory pretty sunset picture...


Lynmouth by night

Lynton can also be reached via a zig-zag path up the cliff. I decided to take the train up and walk down. However, there was a huge queue for the train and I thought "How hard can it be?". It was very hard. One steep zig-zag after another! I almost made it to the top, but when I was presented with a 'down' fork I had to take it, convincing myself that a circular route made much more sense than just getting to the top and coming back again. I stopped frequently to take pictures - it was so pretty (and I was so exhausted!). I rewarded myself back at the bottom with a proper Devon cream tea - I deserved it!


It's steeper than it looks - honest!

The just-too-tempting 'down' option.

On one of the rainy days we wandered over to Glen Lyn Gorge, and took a walk up the river. My parents visited here on their honeymoon, 46 years ago (practically to the day).

Thomas (reluctantly) and Dad. We have pictures of Mum and Dad in this very spot in 1963!

Just to maintain the illusion of an active holiday (it wasn't...), we spent our last afternoon on the village putting green.



Denbies

We decided to have a day trip out to see the Lego house being built by James May at Denbies Vineyard near Dorking. It turned out to be quite a way away, and Thomas wasn't up for the trek, so we took the tour and just enjoyed the views.

Overlooking part of the vineyard to Dorking

The Lego house, under construction
Dinosaurs

On bank holiday Monday we had tickets to see the Walking With Dinosaurs arena show at Wembley. It was the first time I'd come close to the new stadium...

I thought the show was fun. The dinosaurs were big and as realistic as you could hope for, though the over-dramatic music was a bit much. It's hard to judge the scale of these things when you're in an arena, but there was a (real) man on stage for the whole show, so you could tell just how big and impressive the dinosaurs were. I, unlike most other people, followed the instructions for 'no flash photography', so my pictures aren't great, but they give you an idea...

Stegosaurus (probably). The 'rocks' in the middle are about twice the height of a man, to give you an idea of scale...

The Tyrannosaurus Rex was the finale (naturally). The 'mechanics' that made them walk, crudely disguised as rocks, were soon forgotten because the rest of the movements were so well done. See the teeny tiny man? Out of shot is a 'baby' T-Rex, which provided a comedy element that was possibly not quite historically accurate...

So, that was what I did on my holidays. (I'm not mentioning the flu...)

Saturday, September 05, 2009

I'm not going to whine about flu

I've had flu this week. Proper flu. It started as a bad cold. I wasn't going to call it flu. My sinuses were blocked and I felt rubbish, but it was just a cold, and it didn't stop me going to see Walking With Dinosaurs on Monday at Wembley Arena.

And by the time I got home I was feeling grotty (like you do with a stinking cold), but it was just a bad cold and I went to bed a little bit earlier than normal...

...and I had a terrible night. Headache, pain, sore throat, cough, misery. I couldn't get out of bed in the morning, but I still wasn't calling it flu. Oh no. I slept all day and had a high temperature. My eyes hurt, my head hurt, my knees, elbows and toes hurt. OK, I gave in. It was flu. I stayed in bed. I drank plenty of water and took ibuprofen when I couldn't bear the pain any longer. I read a lot. I slept a lot. Mum and Dad brought milk and took Thomas.

But I'm not whining...

By yesterday afternoon I was out of bed, on the sofa and watching TV nonsense. Still 'glowing' and wobbly, with a cough that would usually take a 20-a-day habit to develop, but finally starting to feel better.

So I thought I'd visit the NHS National Pan(ic)demic Flu Service website and see what my symptoms indicated. Could I register myself as an official Swine Flu statistic?

Firstly they check that you're not about to expire. Floppy and unresponsive? No. Having a fit? No. Going blue? No.

All good... So now a quick meningitis check. No rash, no stiff neck. Good.

Am I pregnant? No. Am I undergoing treatment for renal failure? No. Good.

So now we can check that I have flu. If you're interested, you have to have a high temperature. No high temperature, no flu. Then there's a list of your standard symptoms. You have to have at least two of those (plus your high temperature, of course...). Headache, blocked or runny nose, aching muscles, sore throat, etc. (So far I'm passing this test with flying colours - I've got nearly all the symptoms...) OK, so I give them my name and address and then get another list of symptoms. (I should warn you that I'm going to mention phlegm...)

Sharp or stabbing chest pains? Glad I haven't got them. Difficulty breathing so that I am unable to finish a sentence? Well, I'm slightly wheezy and breathless when I move, but I am managing to hold a conversation. Uncharacteristic changes in behaviour such as drowsiness, new confusion or signs of terror? Well, I'm tired but not drowsy, confused by what day it is but that's nothing new for a bank holiday week, and I wince slightly every time I see the state of the kitchen. (So far these symptoms seem like something I'd worry about and I'm glad I don't have them.) Next: thick yellow, green, brown or bloody phlegm. Right, well, my head and lungs are full of the stuff and I confess I looked and saw that it was slightly greenish yellow. You know, just like when you have a cold. So there's just one box to cover a yes or no for any of these symptoms. And I have one of them, so I check 'yes'.

And I'm told to call my GP immediately and send my flu friend to collect my Tamiflu from the nearest collection centre using my authorisation code. OK... Well, I don't really want to bother my GP with my phlegm so I decide to try again, not mentioning my phlegm. But now I've navigated away from the page with my Tamiflu authorisation code (which I didn't write down) and I can't get it back, except possibly by phoning someone, which I don't want to do because I'm not ill enough to tie up someone's time when there might be someone who really needs help. Fortunately I'm starting to feel better and I don't want to risk the side effects of Tamiflu, plus I've stayed at home and have no reason to leave until I'm feeling better.

So I've decided not to act on the advice of the National Pan(ic)demic Flu service. Am I wrong? I get irritated by people who ignore advice and then complain about the consequences, but that's when they're also ignoring common sense (going to busy doctors' surgeries when they've got flu, or calling ambulances).

Anyway, I'm a bit disappointed that I didn't get a definitive Swine Flu diagnosis - I was hoping for at least a certificate...