Another One Bites the Dust

As an addendum to earlier cos sommit else happened … not that this is a shock … Matt had bike number whatever it is stolen from town earlier on today.

Because Northampton has the worst police force in the country there is sod all point telling them about it and, besides, no body but a fool would leave their bike in the town centre on full display all day long without expecting it to be gone.

I am now of the opinion that him getting a motorbike may actually be a good idea and, because it means he’ll wear the safety gear, he’ll be safer than he was on the bike and be a lot more mobile thus meaning I don’t have to keep driving him everywhere.

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No Charge by J J Barrie from 1976 kind of just happened to me and I’d quite forgotten it. I may remember to play this to the kids next time they argue about their chores and expect something by return.

Emotions, vibrant and flowing just now for reasons I can’t quite fathom and just about anything can bring me tears of joy or happiness … It’s possible I am quite enjoying this as quite often I am flat with my feelings just beneath a thick layer of ice … could be global warming I guess, is it wrong to blame that for everything?

I have been pondering that maybe it is the subconscious awareness of my feelings as they were just a year ago and that may have some merit as I find that this often happens around July 10^th when my mum died. The feelings just match up to the time of year when maybe things that we don’t even notice are there to remind us or could it be an internal body clock that automatically knows the season?

Whichever explanation I may eventually settle upon it doesn’t change the fact that I have a need to be close to those that matter to me and especially those I so seldom see. Danny has been in my thoughts a great deal recently. If I had the money I’d fly out there tomorrow as I would really like him to meet John. I don’t know whether he ever felt my visit there in 2004 was to see him or maybe just me grabbing a cheap holiday. Well, I guess that’s partly my fault as I never qualified it as anything in particular except the need to get away. The reality is that I wanted to be with him because of who he is. He was my first choice and the right choice. It’s not a lust thing though, let’s get real, he’s cute, no, it’s just that we seem to share some empathy between us that I value, there is no motive from either of us, nothing to gain from the other. I am missing spending time with Nick too. We spent many years together and it seems a shame that we don’t spend more time together as mates. Of course, having a boyfriend does that to me and I suppose a lot of others too. So wrapped up in ourselves we sometimes forget those that have helped us get to the point we are now and I intend to rectify that one.

Certainly I am looking forward to going to Ian & Richard’s for New Year eve though I prefer the more intimate visits with either just me or me and John as it enables me to just chill and unwind more. Parties are fun but can also be such hard work to get around. On the plus side, I think a lot of people that I am keen to meet will be there too so I doubt there will be s shortage of friends to talk to … we so need to have a party ourselves.

On that note I missed a trick, I didn’t arrange a Halloween party here. It was John that asked if we had been asked to one and, as it happens, we were driving through Castlethorpe at the time. It suddenly hit me that I was expecting to go to Tony’s as always but that won’t happen anymore, someone should have taken on the party mantle from Tony so maybe next year we shall sort something here.

Just recently spoken to Jason and he seems a lot better though it sounds like a slow recovery … at least he assures me that he has retained his irresistible good looks!

McFly, what is it about them? Each time I listen to them I get a lump in my throat and it is worse still if I watch them. At first I just put it down to being horny and them not being pig ugly but it isn’t that at all … OK, clearly if I was single and any one of them called me up and asked for hot sex and probably not be holding an argument but no, that’s not why I like them and get so emotional. I pinpointed the feeling and it’s that which I get when I look at my own kids sometimes when they just make me so proud of them. I guess I am just feeling the pride those boys parents must feel for them that they seem to be so talented and, perhaps even more importantly, they come across as really having fun doing it … what could any parent want more than to see their kids having fun and making a living for themselves?

The other day I acquired every number one hit from the UK hit parade since 1953 right up to today (yes, that’s a lot) and am currently listening to 1977 having reminded myself of the tracks from the summer of ’76 … boy there was some crap! The Wurlzles for heaven’s sake oh, and currently I have Elaine Paige doing her Evita thing … oh brother! By the way … that one I mentioned earlier about the ‘No Charge’, that was from 1976 and it reminded me how crap I felt about myself at the time asking my mum for payment for something.

Oh, as I know he reads this … Andy, we really must meet up for a chat, been neglecting you too, soz.

Matt finally asked James earlier to go to Gran Canaria with us and he said yes which I think will help take some of the stress off the girls from Matt’s moods and also, naturally enough cos I am careful with cash, get the cost down!

Robin is going through a shite time right now but it doesn’t bother me as I reckon it’s 90% nerves which will evaporate rapidly somewhere over the Atlantic giving him a fantastic time in the States next month … I so wish I could have gone too but it wasn’t to be … not unless I win EuroMillions on Saturday and, oh look, it’s that flying pig delivering my ticket.

I have the urge to write again … you’d not have guessed would you? Anyway, this ponderation will be available in all bad bookshops for $3.99 … ttfn

Divine Intervention

Yesterday we did healing techiques at my relaxation class and I really enjoyed it. The woman I 'healed' seemed to think it went well for her and she felt a lot better afterwards ... if I am honest, I did feel a certain 'power' during the process.

When I was 'healed' I can't say it felt of anything much. My hips ached when I was sitting down because the chair was so high my feet never reached the ground but apart from that I didn't feel any miracle cure but I keep an open mind on the subject.

Earlir on today I went to the hospital to see my ENT Consultant. He seemed very sheepish (what the fuck does that mean?) and there was a lawyer at the door listening in to the conversation. He kept saying how sorry he was that everything had gone so badly and that he didn't know why things didn't go through, he could see nothing in the notes that would have stopped me being put on the waiting list.

Anyway, to avoid yet another cock-up during my scheduled operation next week he decided to scope my throat. First it went down my throat and then my nose, neither very nice experiences. I could see what he could see on the screen and there was nothing on my vocal chords at all except a small scar ... I am, it would see, cured.

Now, whether there be a connection or otherwise between the two tales above I wouldn't like to say, I shall never know but the lump is gone and I am one happy bunny.

On another unrelated note ... my car has stealth mode though I can't find the off button. I can see it fine but apparently no one outside the car can see it so today I was cut up with some very near missis no less than 4 times on the same jouney from home to the other side of town. I don't mean honest little mistakes or me trying to be a nutter and coming out of it badly. No, I am talking about people just pulling into me and me having to brake heavily to avoid hitting them and worse, they seemed totally oblivious to it all.

I am due to go out agian later, wish me luck as stealth mode in daylight is dangerous enough let alone at night!

Spur of the Moment

Whilst considering whether or not I wanted to sue the hospital or not I had a brainwave … sod it all and sod off for a week!

So, with out undue haste I paid a visit to the Respect website to see what was available as I really quite fancied a week in Gran Canaria but, alas, the prices were silly. Out of curiosity I looked at Ibiza, I had not been for a dozen years so wondered what it may have to offer. I was amazed to see a price of £115 each all inclusive of flights as well. Well, there are some offers that just cannot be refused and that was one of them so I paid on the Monday and we flew out on the Sunday with Robin giving us a lift to Gatwick.

Flights all swift and efficient with the exception of the landing which was anything but … no, I sit corrected; it was swift, way too swift! We hit the ground hard; the air brakes went on full blast followed a short while later by the wheel brakes, some significant screeching from the rubber on tarmac and a turn off at the last accent probably on two wheels.

It was John’s first flight but thankfully he was not put off at all but that was probably due to the overall excitement of being in another country.

It was certainly warm when we arrived but not as much as I’d expected something later became apparent. It was because the airport there has sea on two sides and a mean cross wind running the tarmac which cools things down.

Once away from the open space the temperature quickly raised to 27°C and we were on holiday!

I was expecting around £4 taxi fare from the airport to the accommodation so was a little shocked to have to hand over €20 inclusive of tip which is around £14

Not to worry, it’s only money … more of concern was that the roads to the resort were awful, it gave the impression the whole island had become a building site and roadwork’s (which it hadn’t but I was expecting something to go wrong).

The apartment (The Cenit Apartments in Figueretas were much better than I’d expected considering the price. We were allocated a two bedroom top floor and it was probably the largest apartment I’d yet stayed in anywhere with excellent views across the coast, over the pool and as far as the airport.

With such wonderful views comes a price, steps and lots of them!

Our first pleasure was to wander along the beach which, at this resort was way to busy on the seaweed front. No matter, we were not planning on swimming anyway not helped by the view of a pretty little pink jellyfish bobbing about ... oh how lovely, a gay jellyfish!

In this picture you can see our apartment block on the hill just to the right of the first palm tree and the old town of Eivissa (Ibiza in island speak) is just above our heads.

I could go on forever about how quiet it was, but then, it was October, the Eastbourne wrinklies were in town and for that sort of price, who would blame them!

We rented a car, we did the island ... San Antonio minus the lager louts, the north of the island, the south, the airport region and the gay beach which we never quite reached as it already looked crap before we left the carpark and the smell was not inspiring us to go further ... why anyone would bother is beyond me when a shag is so easy to come by in the gay area of Ibiza town which is also a lot easier to get to!

We had a great time, life is good.

Tomorrow I am off to the hospital to see my ENT man, the one who seems incapable of reading notes. That should be interesting! Next week I think he plans to try again and hopefully with a little more effort.

Ponder away

Seems I was right about the hospital and they did make a cock up.

The woman investigating called me earlier today to say that the registrar I saw last March made a terrible recording of a letter about my operation so when the consultants secretary got it, she couldn't understand what she was saying. Easy enough to resolve we would have thought but no, apparently not. The secretary went on holiday meaning to sort it out upon her return and, of course, she didn't, it got left. So this is a letter saying that someone may have cancer so needs an urgent operation which got left whilst someone else went on holiday and then forgotten about totally.

It really was not until I wrote them that they realised the mistake and made the appointment for surgery.

I mentioned the complication of surgery to the nurse that did my pre-operative examination and she said that yes, it was all in the notes; they'd pick up on that. I mentioned it to the anaesthetist on the day of the operation and he said that’s fine, it’s all on the notes. I mentioned it to the guy that came round on the day of the operation representing the surgeon and he too said it was fine, it was all on the notes.

This means that on three separate occasions they could have sorted it out and didn’t.

Now the surgeon is saying he wants to see me when he gets back from holiday on 19th October … I mean, it is so lucky I am not dead as had it been cancer, I would have been by now most likely. As it is they apparently feel they have plenty of time to waste.

My dilemma now is … do I wait it out, give them an ear bashing and demand a quick and effective surgery or do I sue the bastards for the stress I have been under worrying about this thing?

Mr Spontaneity

Every now and then I do something totally spontaneous. This is one of those times.

I have been having that feeling that I need a holiday and seeing as we spent a long time and a challenging time getting John a passport, somewhere out of the country seemed to fit the bill.

Being a creature of habit my first thought was to Disneyland Paris but on checking found that they were fully booked on most hotels and that can only mean one thing … very long queues on everything so ‘sod that’.

Tried Gran Canaria next but that was silly money so I called the guys at Respect and asked where was cheap and poofie. So, we are ‘going to Ibiza, sunbeams sunbeams’ (I hope) this Sunday.

The price is excellent at around £300 for the two of us for a week, flights included. We do have to sort out our own transfer from the airport but I cannot see that being a huge problem, about 20 minutes in a taxi from what I can see.

Off subject, excuse I … my ENT consultant arranged an appointment for me to go visit him on 19th up the hospital so I put in a complaint and have said that they have just a couple of weeks to resolve the mess before I make a formal complaint.

Matt got his bike replaced after the incident whereby it got knackered and he was also able to swap his shifts over. The student loan people have approved everything as well so he should know how much he is getting and when he is getting it this week.

Robin is being a total star (back on topic) and taking us to and from the airport … I may have another favour to ask him to make my enjoyment complete.

Home again

Another relaxing weekend at Gary & Toms though some doubt whether they paid their share of the Pizza Hut bill or not as we seem to be down a lot of money … OK, £15 but it’s a lot out of the weekly benefits!

Came home and the house was tidy except for a leaking pipe which meant the dishwasher and washing machine needed to be taken out and the surrounding areas cleaned, the pipe fixed and all put back. Zoey’s computer was playing up so I had to near on rebuild that. The shower head fell off the pipe so both needed replacing, £35 gone.

I bought 2 Christmas Presents online, that’ll save some time, planning a trip in a week or so as John has a passport now.

My throat is really quite sore so eating is painful but I shall just keep an eye on it and see what develops, any worse and I am at the GP surgery to get it sorted.