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  • Blog Post: Things can only get better, and if that's not true I don't want to hear about it

    Lord, I thought having a panic attack in a Portakabin was bad enough. Things have been even more exciting since then, with another panic attack taking me to the out-of-hours clinic in Cowley Road; the next day, Bank Holiday Sunday, we went to five chemists and took four hours to get the drugs the doctor...
  • Blog Post: The kindness of strangers

    People send me cards from time to time. Sometimes they're people I don't even know, other than from the internet. I got one of these today, and the timing couldn't have been better; I had another panic attack last night, and was in a bad state. Luckily I was able to see an emergency doctor...
  • Blog Post: The waiting game

    A dear friend of ours has just sent us a slim volume of self-published poetry entitled My Life in Verse . I am inclined to put out one of my own, viz and to wit: There once was a lady quite crabby/Who bitched when her life became scabby/She wore lots of hats/And had lots of cats/The cutest of whom was...
  • Blog Post: ... and don't let the door hit you on the bum on the way out!

    We still have our Christmas decorations up, because it isn't Twelfth Night until tomorrow. Not that we are superstitious - I mean, we don't believe this stuff, or anything - but there's no point in asking for trouble. Next year maybe we'll rethink this; Christmas decorations after the...
  • Blog Post: God tempers all the winds to the new-shorn lamb/The Devil knows the Bible like the back of his hand

    - which is merely my way of saying that I got fed up of the stupid fluffy bits that were left on my scalp and I got Judy to razor them off, going for the full Magwitch. It looks a bit bizarre, but at least I am now in no danger of being pulled in by the fuzz. (A painful procedure, at best.) So. Anyway...
  • Blog Post: ... and so to bed

    La, my dears, if Pepys had been as bad a diarist as I am, we would now know fk-all about the 17th century. (Incidentally, it is Quite Interesting how Pepys's diaries came to be decoded and transcribed - but I digress.) Since last we spoke, I have been visited by persons from my place of work,...
  • Blog Post: Transports of delight

    "Don't catch the bus!" they said, "the hospital will provide transport!" I had to have a blood transfusion yesterday, you see, and Judy was away in London at a conference so she couldn't give me a lift. Here's what would have happened if I'd caught the bus. I...
  • Blog Post: In which they are out for my blood

    Actually, it's the other way round: they are going to give me some. But I anticipate myself ... When last seen, we (that's me, as usual) were in a miserable, grumpy sort of mood. There had, in fact, been actual tears - not many, but a few - and this is rare, because we may be a bit daft but...
  • Blog Post: The small picture

    Sometimes, as the actress has no doubt said to the Bishop many times, it's the little things that matter. When it comes to the big stuff - oh, let us say, for the sake of argument, sitting down one day in a clinic and being told that there is a crab eating away at your insides - then it's easy...
  • Blog Post: A useful link

    Sometimes you will hear me complaining that I have run out of spoons, or that the cutlery drawer is empty. When I do that, I'm talking about the spoon theory, completely forgetting that everybody does not spend their entire life faffing about on the internet so some people won't know what I'm...
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