Penny for t’ Guy

November 4, 2007

I went to a bonfire party last night, great fun, we had lots of fireworks and nice food that the guests brought along. Homemade Chili by Angela’s Mum was particularly good, as was the Chicken liver pate that Rob’s Mum made. I also drank a little too much and was asleep by the time the taxi picked us up!

Not so good news, this morning I couldn’t find my mobile phone, I called it a few times, it rang out and went to voice mail. Then around mid-day it stopped ringing out and just went to voice mail, so I know someone has turned it off. It probably fell out of my pocket in the taxi and the next customer took it. Ah well, the sim is locked and so is the phone so without my code they can’t easily use it. I’ll call and get it blocked by the network tomorrow once I’m sure its not going to turn up at the party house.

Anyway back to the bonfire thing, we arrived a little late and missed the burning of the Guy. I had a little rant about the trick or treat thing earlier, so I suppose I should come clean about our home grown tradition of begging at this time of year.

What happens is this, firstly the kids make an effigy of Guy Fawkes. Usually this entails stuffing an old pair of trousers and a sweater with newspaper, attach a football with a mask for a head, position a pair of old shoes at the feet. Next, take Guy and stand outside local shops asking shoppers for a “penny for the guy.”

Now, back in my day the idea was that the money collected was used to buy fireworks for the communal bonfire that would be organised on that bit of wasteland at the end of the street.

These days I’m afraid this is all lost, the money now surely goes towards crack or skunk or whatever it is kids do these days. So, y’know, sorry USA , it’s not ALL your fault 🙂

Fave Foto Friday # 13

August 17, 2007

Here is a little something for those of you addicted to the 24 hour Big Brother feeds.

Though I must warn you that it does promise to be only “virtually” undetectable under clothing.

Enjoy 🙂

Invisible Sheath Urinal

The beet goes on.

July 19, 2007

I do hope you’ll forgive the turn this blog is taking of late, you see I have another toilet related post for you today 🙂

During a mid-afternoon toilet break today (deja vu anyone?) I had quite a shock.

Looking down at the stream passing into the bowl, I noticed it was a little off colour. OMG, I thought as I noted that the contents of the bowl were slowly turning a browny-red colour. Browny-red, of course being another word for diluted blood red, I began to panic.

OMG, omg, omg!

All sorts of strange things started popping into my mind, like this…..

Have my kidneys packed in from too much booze? Posssible

Have I eaten something sharp by mistake, maybe small pieces of metal or glass in contaminated food? Unlikely

Am I bleeding internally and should I try doing a number two to test this theory? Eeeuuuw!

Will I be able to get a Doctors appointment or need to queue at hospital for hours? Queuing sounds most likely

What will Paul say? No idea

Somewhere around the handwashing point, I start to focus and think more rationally….

Do I feel unwell? No

Isn’t there something about dark blood in urine being from the stomach? Probably, brighter red is bladder/further down, not sure though

Should knowing something like that make me panic less? Probably not

Didn’t that colour look a little like the water after you boiled the beetroot this morning? Eeeerrr, yes

What about food? Yeah, thats it food!

So that got me thinking, you see I did have a lot of Beetroot on my sandwiches at lunch. Except I’ve eaten lots of Beetroot before and never had this reaction. I checked a few websites that seemed to de-bunk the Beetroot/Urine connection.

Then I found this…..

Beeturia (Pink Pee)

Be aware that ingestion of beetroot can colour urine red and also discolour stools, causing the unwary to hot-foot it to their GP for urgent tests. The pinkness of your pee depends on the acidity of your stomach; some people don’t see pink pee afterwards and some do (approximately 10 – 14%). If you don’t see pink pee then your stomach is at the strongly acidic end of the normal range – if you do see pink pee then your stomach is at the less acidic end of normal, and the colour hasn’t been broken down on the way through your gut.

Beeturia is a harmless occurrence and you do not have to exclude beetroot from your diet if you are affected by it. If you don’t normally have pink-stained pee after consuming beetroot, you might like to try an experiment. Try taking some antacid tablets, then eat beetroot. Remember to look at what you’re doing the next time you visit the toilet. That should satisfy your curiosity.

Good old BBC!

I had indeed taken a Ranitidine tablet just after lunch. I suffer with Heartburn a lot and always carry some tablets, I decided a long time ago that life is too short to not eat any of my trigger foods*. So I’d popped a pill knowing that the Cheese on the sandwiches would give me heartburn.

So, it seems I’m going to live and will be able to continue enjoying the beautiful Beetroot, which btw are ones I grew myself in my own garden 🙂

*there are so many and mostly things I enjoy, like Bacon, Eggs, Sausages, Cheese and Butter (a meal in itself) and then some things I dont mind avoiding because I dont like them anyway like Pastry, Batter and Cider!

Rested, relaxed and back to work, Hrmph!

April 9, 2007

We got back from Lanzarote yesterday afternoon, feeling all relaxed, the only downside is that we are both working today*.

This morning, waking up at 06:20 was a bit of a wrench, though not as much as it was for Paul. When we are away, my body clock wakes me at roughly the same time as home. So I get up and mooch around, go for breakfast, usually sitting at the breakfast table with a book and several cuppa’s**. Then at a decent time for Paul, around 10:00, I go back to the room with a Croissant and a large chocolat au lait or similar. He loves his bed that boy does.

Anyway, we stayed in Costa Teguise at the Ficus Apartmentos on an All-Inclusive basis***. No grumbles about the hotel at all, food**** was varied and there was always something to eat. The Weather was varied, some cloudy days but overall it was mostly sunny, and believe me on those cloudy days you really feel how hot it is, when the Sun emerges it feels like someone has turned up the gas!

The entertainment was ok, the “animation” team were from the UK so there was none of those incomprehensible games that pass for entertainment in Hotels in mainland Spain 🙂 Sadly, I was unable to win one of the prized “Superstar” T-Shirts, despite learning the oath I needed to make at the winners ceremony each evening. Since I learnt it I’m going to say anyway, now repeat after me…..

“I do solemnly swear, I will wear, my Superstar T-shirt around the pool, and in doing so I will look kewl!”
“The entertainment at the Ficus rawks!, and on the way home I will tick the excellent box!!”

When we arrived we were all like, lets go and see this and that, do trips and stuff. Then, as the first week went on, this enthusiasm waned a little and we were content to just lie around relaxing. At the start of the second week we tried to hire a car, yes that right “we tried” unsuccesfully, to hire a small car for a couple of days. I’ve never known anything like it, all the car hire offices (and there were loads) were staffed by people employed only for the purpose of explaining “we have no cars today, come tomorrow.” What kind of car hire industry is that? One without cars, or the ability to book ahead, because they dont know if they will have any cars tomorrow or the next day. After 3 days we gave up.

Lets see, what else? Oh yeah, the flight home had the most kids on it that I’ve ever seen. An Easter thing I suppose. I ended up sitting next to 2 under-10’s, whose Parents and 3 year old sister were seated in front. The elder kids were no trouble, the little one kept coming around and trying to squeeze through to her sster in the window-seat. she was a cutie though so I put up with her gracefully, even when she appeared with a crayon and paper and asked me to draw something for her! Paul was fuming at this point as he pointed out that I was babysitting the kids and the Parents were having a whale of a time. When I had a look and confirmed that they had already downed a whole bottle of Champagne, I stopped playing. Really, the nerve, I bet they couldnt believe their luck!

We were back home by about 19:00, so plenty of time to catch up on Corrie, Betty Suarez and those Housewives that we all love so much. Interestingly, it was more about the husbands of Wisteria Lane, which was a nice change.

To round off our holiday mood, we ordered in, Chinese food, and stuffed our faces, yum yum!

I’ve got some nice photos, I’ll post some to Flickr soon and link them from here.


* Only thinking of the Bank Holiday overtime is keeping me going!

** I’m back on the Coffee btw, but I’m drinking de-caf now.

*** I sound like one of those travel-TV-holiday-shop presenters off SKY

**** Though I am grumbling about the 8lbs of excess belly I checked in for the return flight.

Fancy a brew?

March 1, 2007

Remember a couple of weeks ago, I was saying about cutting out the Coffee?

Well, I still havent drunk any since then, its not a “I’m not drinking Coffee anymore” thing. I’ve just really been getting into the Tea thing.

The Chai teabags I bought got me experimenting with my own brews. I found some starter recipes on the Net and took it from there.

Currently I’m favouring, a teaspoon of Coriander seeds, 4 Cardamom pods, 4 Cloves and about 8 whole peppercorns.

It’s pretty flexible really, you can adjust it depending on how you feel. We have no Ginger in the house at the moment but I’ll add some of that too for extra zing. Might pick up some Lemongrass too. Oh, and Cinnamon too!!

Its a bit more effort than a tea bag in a cup, but its so worth it. You can do it the quick way with boiling water from the kettle but I’m finding that time taken is the key.

Put a pan on the stove, and pour in 2 cups of cold water. Add a teabag and the spices you have chosen. Cracking open the seed pods intesifies the flavour, you may or may not want to do this. Bring the pan to the boil then turn off the heat and let it steep for a couple of mins. Fish out the teabag and spices or use a tea strainer (I still have to buy one of these 🙂

Take it with or without milk and enjoy!

Of course, the real Indian Chai is a much sweeter brew, thick and milky, but thats not my (sorry) cup of Chai.