Its not as painful but it is more swollen. To the touch it feels like someone has sewn a pillow under the skin of my ankle and foot.
Is this what silicon breast implants feel like?
On last weeks flight to Cyprus we were treated to the movie Enchanted. I didn’t watch it all, I only managed a few minutes and switched off around the bit where the animals are helping clean the apartment. I couldn’t stand to watch any more, even though I have always had an eye for Patrick Dempsey, going way back to seeing him on VHS in Catholic Boys aka Heaven Help Us. This may also have been the first movie I saw Andrew McCarthy in, unless I saw St. Elmos Fire first, whatever, I had the biggest crush on them both!
Come to mention Andrew McCarthy (I did didn’t I) I’m still surprised that The Sight wasn’t picked up for a full series.
Eeerrrmmm, so, where was I?
Oh yes, on the return flight we had the pleasure of watching August Rush which I have to say was very nice little movie.
It took a few minutes to figure out a few things, “is that him grown up?”, “no its still him now”, “is that his Mum?”, “no, at least I dont think so, hang on, maybe it is.”, “Who did he used to be?”, “Oh, urm, give me a minute, oh its the boy from Willy Wonka.” After that it’s all magical moments whenever the boy is playing an instrument, the guitar stuff is particularly good.
So, blah blah blah, it’s a nice movie and amongst the cast it features Jonathan Rhys Meyers.
Can I just say his name again?
Can I also say thanks for reading the whole of this post? It almost makes it legit that I was really just looking far a reason to post this.
(Warning : Gratuitous boy tit ahead, look away now!)
Yeah I know this is taken from the The Tudors which I haven’t watched yet, but he doesn’t get his tits out during August Rush 🙂
Thanks again 🙂
Look what I spotted in a well known store inside Manchester Airport.
I’m sure they give a lot of comfort to all the nervous flyers that pass through every day.
The thing is they were everywhere, not only on this display unit but also repeated at regular intervals around the store. That’s what I call selling to peoples fears!
One or two thoughts spring to mind, if I buy one and fill it out, perhaps in the bar, dont I need some sort of witness? Perhaps a Solicitor to make things official?
How about the fact that if I fill it out, I now have the only copy of my possibly invalid Will with me and in the event my plane goes down it will go down in flames along with me!
What a gyp!
I called my Mortgage provider earlier today and as the call was closing I remembered seeing this recently.
Have you switched mortgage or paid it in full in the last few years? If so, it’s likely you were overcharged by your old lender, possibly by £100s, and now officially can get this money back. This step-by-step guide will show you how to reclaim your cash in minutes.
I said to the Customer Service lady, “It’s on that Martin Lewis website that you might have overcharged me when I payed back my previous mortgage.” She replied, “Oh, he’s the bane of my life that bloke! I’ll have a look and see what I can find.” I wasn’t hopeful, it was about 5 years ago and I didn’t have of my old account details. Her comment about Martin Lewis made me think, while I like his stuff on a personal level, when I’m at work and our customers quote him, I have a similar reaction to this lady.
After a few more questions I was informed that I had been overcharged and was due a refund of £35. It’s not a fortune but it’s not bad for a few minutes talking on the phone.
Could you get some cash back?
I woke up yesterday morning feeling a little stiff. My ankle felt like I’d slept on it funny and was quite difficult to get out of bed. I walked it off around the pool, thinking it would be ok once I got it moving again. By the time we were at the Airport it was feeling a little stiffer and again I shrugged it off, no way I’m going to be refused travel by asking to see a Doctor!
Landing in Manchester, I was in agony, the damn thing had seized up completely and it was a real struggle getting home, I just tried to sleep as much as possible in the taxi. I took some painkillers once we got home and then went straight to bed.
Paul badgered me about seeing someone this morning, the swelling was getting worse and I then remembered the bite on my ankle. He was sure this had something to do with the swelling, I had to agree at this stage, (I’m not good about being poorly) so eventually he won me over and we went to the Hospital walk in centre.
Turns out it’s quite common, the Nurse I saw had worked in Cyprus, and she was quick to diagnose a Spider bite. A prescription for antibiotics and antihistamines was quickly filled and I was in and out in 20 minutes. I was actually pretty impressed by the NHS service.
Here is a lovely illustration of the swelling 🙂 I can’t put any weight on it at all now and am reduced to hopping around the house in a very undignified manner.
As I write, I think its actually swollen by half again over the last few hours. If it starts going funny colours or anything I’ll be sure to get more photos!
Of course, this all means that I’ll be taking a few days off work, my first sick time since September 2002.
Daytime telly is already driving me to despair, thankfully I have a few items in the Sky+ planner to catch up on. Oh, and the Internet, thank god for the Internet, anyone for Scrabulous??
If you know me at all, you’ll know that I have a fondness for taking some rather odd photos, be it ladies with Bikini trouble, naked sunbathers or even my dinner, I’ll have ’em all 🙂
I’ve been thinking of an idea for a new gallery type of thing, inspired by a selection of my photos featuring drunken vagrants. A few days ago I finally settled on a name and took the plunge with
So now I have the name and a little idea about some sort of anyone-can-upload-a-photo type thing.
Any other ideas??
You’re not going to believe this but we are going on holiday tomorrow.
See you next week 🙂
I saw a trailer on TV tonight, a Cutting Edge show called Cotton Wool Kids, something about killing kids with kindness or something.
It got me thinking about how things how things have changed over the years. A colleague recently told me a tale of her daughter having a bit of a strop after a bit of wet water was spilt on her jeans. When I was a kid, somewhere around the 80’s, if it rained in the morning I still had to walk to school. I’d then most likely have wet trousers and blazer and just have to put up with it until I dried out.
A day or two afterwards, I was talking to another colleague and in the course, we landed on the topic of his childhood. He arrived from Africa into the UK aged 4, and over several years his family came back together, each taking their own journey to freedom and (some) normality. The most disturbing thing is that he remembers saying to his mum, “If its a war going on, why are people sleeping in the road?”
I’m sure you can guess why he thought they were sleeping.
In conclusion, watching stupid programmes made by idiots about how difficult things are in the UK, just makes me angry.
The lovely Min and Lee bought me a wonderful gift this week. My very own Pestle and Mortar.
I’ve wanted one for a while but just not spotted the right one, if I had have, then this would be it!
On Saturday I spotted an ok one in Morrisons, and I even put it in the basket. Paul was quite strong in letting me know that he didnt like it and it wouldnt go in the kitchen and it was the wrong size, colour and everything. Later after shopping we dropped in at his Mums house and I even relayed the story of how he wouldnt let me buy the Pestle & Mortar, he even “got dun” off his Mum. Now I find out that he was only trying to put me off because he knew that Min was looking for a nice one to get me as a gift.
I should have known something was wrong, we never stop each other buying things we really want!
(I did apologise for telling his Mum!)
Hint Hint, if you also feel the need to buy me a gift any time soon, I’ve got my eye on one of these 😉
I love nosing around the foreign food sections in the local supermarkets, in the past these have been mostly Indian, Chinese and West Indian foods. I’m not talking about the aisle with the Sharwoods or the Vesta prawn curry, I’m talking about the tiny section of shelves that have the authentic stuff, packets of Dosa mix or Urad dal, Jerk seasoning, fish sauce and every type of lentil you can imagine.
I know the recent influx of migrants from Eastern Europe isnt everyones favourite topic, but lets not dwell on that. I for one am pretty happy that the supermarkets are catering for them 🙂 There is, it seems, a never ending array of different Polish, Czech and even Bulgarian beers to try and believe me I’m trying! I’m also loving some of their spicy sausage products.
I was most pleased to come across these packet soups on the Polish bit, reduced from 20p each to OMG I love a bargain, only 10p each. I had no idea what they were but a little translation sticker on each packet gave a helping hand in this direction, “I can always check the Internet when I get home” I thought and that clinched it. So apparently I have Barszcz Czerwony, Barszcz Biaty and Zurek which all promise to be delicious 🙂
It just struck me that when the Marvellous Ms.Mac is talking about finding McVities biscuits in the village of the damned, she is doing something similar but she is the ex-pat and maybe its her neighbours that are getting excited about the foreign food!
For dinner last Friday, I knocked up a rather quick and easy pasta number. Tricolor Fusili, some lightly steamed green beans, a jar of red Pesto, a can of Tuna and some shavings of good strong mature Cheddar. Delicious!
It was so tasty and filling that there was a good portion left over. Even as I was eating this for dinner I was planning what to do with the leftovers 🙂 So, on Saturday morning I boiled up a couple of eggs and left them to cool and made some toast. Put it all together and we had the most fantastic brunch dish, hearty, filling and sooo tasty!
On Bank Holiday Monday just gone, I popped over to my Sisters to drop off that Monitor and the Easter eggs for the boys and I came away with these not so little beauties in return. Not from my Sisters own Ducks, they have Hens, but they do swaps with the Duck owners on the next allotment.
The big question what to do with them? Well, we put our heads together and came up with a Frittata / Spanish Omelette, or at least my take on one anyway.
I can tell you that despite looking a little overdone, it was jolly tasty, I even had a slice left over to take to work as a mid-morning snack.