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I am remiss. I said in the blog before this that June has had throat cancer but she can speak. This is wonderful really when I think of how many times her throat has been opened up and how many cameras have been shoved down it. she spoke for a while with a thing she held against her neck and she sounded mechanical. She spoke for a while via a computer programme where she had a choice of voices but decided on Audrey with Mary as a back-up. She now speaks very clearly by pressing the hole in her throat, whish is healing nicely and things will be better when is fully healed. I admire her so much. She was a brilliant nurse, ending up as a Sister Tutor, setting questions for the Open University nursing course. I can barely spell that!
Today I went to Lotherton Hall, West Yorkshire, and strolled around one of the trails with Callie Raglan, black Labrador and Kato-You-Little-Yellow-Fool, yellow Labby pup. It was lovely as the leaves are starting to turn colour, the sky was blue and the company interesting. I do not mean that the dogs were there with the rivetting conversations - I also had our wonderful neighbour June with me. She has had throat cancer, and many many trials and tribulations along the medical highway, including being 'poisoned' when a doctor put a tube into the wrong place. She is frail, but hopefully getting there and she is so marvellous to talk to. Time flies when you hear of other peoples' lives. There is dear little chapel in the grounds and it is as a place to wonder should be. . . . simple and plain, but with a certain smell of hope, love, call it what you will.
I saw a door the other day, with a notice on it saying 'This Door Is Alarmed,' What frightened it????
I am mightily upset by the quality of the so-called Indian Summer we are possibly having. The days are fine and warm-ish but the sunsets are proving a bit of a damp squib. We used to get glorious sunsets before all the bleatings about carbon footprints, global warming and the like. I have charged the battery of my digital camera especially for the picture, and apart from the neighbour's garage being too high - he won't pull it down as I asked him - I had a good view of the clouds and drizzle which seems to settle in just about dusk!
Still, mustn't moan really as that wouldn't change anything and I might end up with a snarly face.
I am worried. I am concerned. I have just sent a comment to a blog and it has disappeared. How will I explain it away to a total stranger if they contact me and say, 'What the bejeesus does what you wrote have to do with me?'
The only thing i can say is that my Boy is back from South America after six months and the relief has caused a mental relapse in me. That should swing it, shouldn't it?
The trouble with travel is that some people are just never satisfied with the shade of the grass in their own backyard once they have seen the Inca Trail or cycled down Death Road in Bolivia or eaten guinea pig or seen the stars without light pollution . . . .
Where was I? Oh yes. I happened upon a picture of a smiling German lad who had spent 6 and a half years building a life-sized model of some flashy Formula One racing car. Out of matches, painstakingly all cut to precisely the same size.
The bit that concerned me was that it was constructed in his aunt's kitchen. In the picture there was nothing but this car and a radiator. How big is this kitchen? Will the lad have to be content to sit in it just going 'Brooom-brooom'?
Why his aunt's kitchen? Where was she knocking up the saurkraut and pffernusse cookies? I need to know as he didn't look under-nourished.
it's Groundhog Day again and I really must wish one a all a good one.
What does that dear little critter do for the rest of the year?
Well, here's a clever one! It is a branch of Chemistry concerned with the fermentation processes in brewing. It ties in with 'y is for yeast' in a very tenuous way. Chemistry must be a big tree with all these branches! I can picture chemists all getting a bit merry on the results of the zymurgy. Do hops still come into the equation or are they only for Real Ale?
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