Friday, 30 May 2008
I was always advanced with reading (that's me with the glasses) but never good with 'sums', as we used to call them. What follows is a little piece I had in my other blog but it tells you a bit more about the hotch-potch that is Me.
For me, the sheer persistence of junior school teachers ensured that certain things just suddenly 'clicked'.
Mr. Coom threatened to throw me out of the recorder band if I didn't pay more attention to learning my times tables. Actually, he also threatened to throw me out the window but the only person who believed him was me! That was probably the clincher! Believe it or not, the instant the five times table took root in my mind, telling the time was the glorious blossom which rewarded me. There were only clocks with hands then so you had to learn it. So to this day I know my tables and I can add up and take away quite successfully - without a calculator. Not as good as my friend Judith though but she used to be a barmaid. Nobody can add up like a barmaid!
Once Mr. Skinner explained that division was only 'sharing' things, that mystery was cleared up too. They had only been trying to teach me division since Infant School! I do have a bit of pity for those kids today who are not taught these things in case they get bored. Not much though.
When I was having the Great Filing Cabinet Clear Out I came across all my school reports from age 7 to 17 when I left. I haven't looked at them for years. I always thought science subjects were my Achilles Heel but I was surprised to see several comments in Chemistry throughout Grammar School that "Angela tries very hard even though she finds the subject difficult". Fancy that now! The chemistry teacher was an Irishman and I could barely understand what he was saying, never mind "try hard"! It becomes very clear that when they say "She does her best", what they really mean is "I'm afraid she's doing her best".
But Maths and Physics were by far the worst. It was in the physics lab where my lifelong hatred of the smell of Bakelite began. I can't even remember why that was but there was something on each bench made of bakelite and I hated it. When I first worked at British Steel in the late 60's my office phone was bakelite and I used to squirt it with all sorts to mask that smell.
I went to my sis's yesterday and she put a colour on my hair. I was supposed to have had it done at the hairdresser's on Tuesday but they wanted £52 for the job. It was £42 last time I had it done just before Christmas so I thought a £10 increase was a bit much. I just had it trimmed. They charged me £17 just for that! I dont know what other places charge, maybe £17 is quite reasonable, but when you think how many of those they could do in an hour...........
We were supposed to be going to Lincoln today but when he saw what a pig the weather was Keith decided to do a Great Scrub of the cooker instead. That put paid to the Easter biscuits I was going to make. Can't do them tomorrow either because that is the Great Scrub of the kitchen walls. Oh, we shall be so clean and sparkling by Monday I'll be able to take tonsils out on the kitchen table!!
See you soon,
Sunday, 25 May 2008
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Thursday, 15 May 2008
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Tuesday, 13 May 2008
Just so you can know me a bit better, I wanted to tell you a little bit about the condition I have that messes my life up quite a lot these days.
I just thought I would share those little pearls with you…………….WAKE UP AT THE BACK!
I've also been diagnosed just last year with basilar invagination, a further nuisance complication of OI. Basically it means that my cervical spine goes too far up into the back of my head so I have only a very short neck - in fact, not much of one at all. My balance is very poor because of it so I have to spend most of my time in a wheelchair if I'm outside.
Anyhow, there you are, that's a bit of me. I promise I won't go on about it. Well not much anyway.
Talking of things medical, the list of things you can’t eat grows almost by the minute. If you’re preggy you can’t have tea, coffee, booze or fags, tap water, brie and camembert or milk straight from the cow etc. If you’re old (though no-one seems to know when ‘old’ starts), most of the above PLUS don’t cook in aluminium pans. We should stop using salt and only eat hard cooked eggs and well-done meat - no more of your "bloody beef steaks"!
We should apparently now question the wisdom of using low energy light bulbs as they contain (a minute amount of) mercury, which is BAD FOR US!! Ordinary thermometers like we used to stick under our tongues or under our arms are banned for the same reason. Hands up if you ever knew anyone who died of it?
Friday, 9 May 2008
Well I never! When my new Bus Pass arrived today (got on grounds of disability I hasten to add, not age, not yet!), I made a mental note never to buy a Webcam. That’s what they were using to take the photos with when I queued up to apply: you sit by this person with a computer, answer their questions, gaze into their webcam and ZAP you’re done, next please. Mark my words, that photo is even worse than any passport photo you can imagine.
I think what our garden needs is a Bird Table. Everyone’s journals seem to be mentioning the plethora of bird life and all we ever get is little sparrers tweeting in the bushes and pigeons making merry on the chimney pot. Oh, the pigeons do sometimes sortie down and have a chomp at Keith’s would-be winter cabbages. It’s like a sort of post-coital fag to them. If we had a bird table maybe some really interesting birds would pay a visit. I mentioned it to Keith and his eyes lit up. Huh!
We used to have an automatic bird feeder a few years ago. It was made by Morphy Richards and how it worked was you stood it on the window-sill at Breakfast time, opened the window, put 2 slices of bread in and pressed the handle and a few minutes later out would fly 2 perfectly done bits of toast, through the window and land on the yard. Our dog used to have a Pavlovian reaction to it. As soon as she heard the handle pressed down she would go haring out the back door to sit under the dining room window with her mouth open!