Sunday, March 29, 2015

Well that wasn't pleasant but sadly it was necessary. After suffering for the last 24 hours I finally got in to see the emergency dentist and he had to extract the offending tooth. I'm now sat with a mouth full of wadding and the pain relief from the injections is wearing off. I'm certainly glad that I live in the 21st century rather than endure 17th century dentistry as pictured above! I had the misfortune to suffer an assault by a patient twenty years ago where his punch fairly rattled my jaw. Over the last few years I have lost three teeth on the part of the jaw where I was hit. I'm assuming that the loss of these teeth may be a result of this but, who knows.  Luke warm tea, paracetamol and some nonsense DVD to distract me is required. Unhappily, Mrs C has made a wonderful Sunday roast dinner and all I can do is look at it!

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Spring is here and as is typical of English weather we had a couple of wonderfully sunny days followed by snow, sleet and hailstones! I have a few seeds ready to go into trays & prepare for the garden but with the two rampaging flatulent cats who are ever ready for mischief, I shall keep the plants this year to a minimum. Tomatoes, chillies and cucumbers with some herbs plus the inevitable wire netting to keep curious paws at bay. Another reason for sticking with only a few plants is that my back, knees and ankles are causing me problems. Old age and an active misspent youth (Rugby!) plus my weight are the reasons. Falling out of a tree thirty years ago didn't help either. I also realised why I spent years driving the Suzuki... It's easy to step in to and out of it. The Lexus isn't so easy to clamber into and currently consists of me falling into the seat. Once I am in I am fine, nicely settled and comfy, but this may be the grit in the oyster where the car is concerned.

I may be hanging on to the Suzuki for a while longer as it is more appropriate for work although Mrs C. isn't surprised by this. She regards me as a potential hoarder, one who is reluctant to let go of old things. As she pointed out "You struggle to throw away worn out old clothes so a car doesn't surprise me". I have a couple of weeks to consider it and perhaps the Suzuki for work visits to some of the rougher areas of Grimsby (No, not all of it you cheeky monkey!) with the Lexus for the longer journeys and trips out.

Not long until the general election and the choice of voting for clowns or scoundrels, although both are represented in all three of the main parties. I've made my mind up to vote for the least likely to get in and therefore  cause more damage to the country. There is an independent candidate with sensible ideas who is unlikely to win so I may vote for him. Otherwise, I shall be avoiding the media as much as possible until it is all over so I have a stock of books, DVD's and music ready plus access to non-political radio shows. If only I could persuade Mrs C and No.1 son to get rid of the televisions...

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Blimey... I've only gorn and bought it!

It's fifteen years old but has a low mileage and it was a revelation driving it. It does feel strange driving a larger saloon compared with the Suzuki Wagon R. The latter is small, easy to park and it is like the Tardis inside. But the comfort, quiet and sheer luxury of the Lexus, despite being a much older car was wonderful. I have worked out that I now only drive approximately 8000 miles a year so I regard this as a good buy. I will be hit at the pumps and the car tax is £230-00 a year plus the inevitable servicing but I am happy to pay the price for a couple of years. I think my back will be grateful especially since the roads seem to be deteriorating and the traffic jams increasing. Writing of the latter, it's the time of year when local councils spend the remaining repair budget and we had the ludicrous situation last week where several roads were closed for road works. Two roads in particular leading to the A180 and motorists enjoyed the lengthy traffic queues for over an hour. I am trying to organise my Immingham and surrounding area visits for a couple of days and I can use the car for those days. I might then be able to bicycle for the local visits and planned office days where my current state of unfitness and inevitably slow cycling doesn't prevent me from working. Mind you, the last two weeks with various crises threw that plan out the window. Perhaps a folding bicycle plonked in the boot of the car might help. I'll be collecting the car later this week once it's had a full service and I guess the first stop will be to replace the stereo. It's an old tape machine and CD multi-changer so a new DAB and aux-in stereo to play the phone / MP3 off will be required. If I am to endure traffic jams I will need some chilled music or Radio 3 to keep my blood pressure down.  Another advantage with a new motor is that future trips to Essex will be done in comfort. I've been putting trips off because the journey there in the Suzuki is akin to slow torture and my back pays for it over the following week.
On the home front, the old lady Molly is sadly approaching her demise. She has had problems for years with her back legs and the right leg often dislocates. I generally scoop her up and gently slip her leg back in place. This last week it happened again and we had to allow her to sit quietly in a corner because she wouldn't allow us to go near her. She slept and the next morning she was back to her usual self. However, I know I will be taking her to the vet sometime this year for her final journey if there is a further deterioration in her health. In cat years she is nineteen and in human years she is now in her nineties. It doesn't stop her hitting the boys when they pester her even if it is akin to being assaulted by a slight breeze.  Time for coffee and then I'll be taking No.1's car out to collect him from work. He then drives it home... roll on a date for his driving test!

Friday, March 13, 2015

To revive an old theme...

Fridays nice guy:

It really was an obvious choice to plonk Pterry on the page.

Yes, I am back, possibly revitalised although only three cylinders are firing and there is an awful cloud of black smoke from the back end. The knocking sound is also somewhat worrying.
What have I been up to?
Not a lot to tell the truth. Working when not reading books and reading books when not working is the boring but true answer. I have been and seen that eighties icon and seventies Punk! Princess Toyah Wilcox. Yes, I admit to lusting after her when I was young whipper snapper and gadabout town. I never saw her back then because she was deemed too commercial and lacked credibility. What a pompous arse  I was in the late seventies! I enjoyed the night, realised Toyah bore an uncanny resemblance to the love of my love during the early eighties and that I am now an old codger. Standing up for five hours plus the walk home left me limping for two days as my right ankle gave up the ghost.
I also applied for two new jobs and then withdrew from one of them when I realised I was about to repeat the mistakes of my last job and end up driving a couple of hundred miles a day plus on-calls and shift work. I decided that I do like my current job, my colleagues are a fantastic bunch of people and there is a shared camaraderie as we deal with all that is thrown at us. The week I withdrew my application all hell broke loose at work and crisis mode adopted as I spent the week doing the equivalent of mental health fire fighting.... then a second week doing the same again. Thus I am here today tired but unbroken, grateful for Friday and a beer or two.
I have also decided I need a new motor and have been looking at sensible cars for sensible people at sensible prices. Which is why I am test driving an older vehicle tomorrow that is decidedly not sensible at all! I finally decided to stop thinking of others and treat myself so an older, comfortable, luxury Lexus which will be taken around the streets of Grimsby by a large man with a stupid grin on his face. It's even got a tape deck in it which is showing it's age. if all goes well and it's not a real lemon I may well be the proud owner of a 'classic' tomorrow afternoon. If not, I will have gained and lost nothing. Fingers crossed!