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Pointless excursion with MIL to see plastic surgeon. He took one look at her feeble state and said that he was very sorry but he wouldn't risk putting her under a general anaesthetic. I was horrified when I saw the extent of the damage sustained by her fall, as Hubby commented - she looks as if shes gone 3 rounds with Mike Tyson. Couldn't see the damage to her nose,as it's got a dressing on, but she has two amazing black eyes and bruised cheek bones. Whilst I was visiting she wouldn't open her eyes but I fed her dinner to her, and she ate it all.
When eldest daughter came round yesterday I needed cheering up so I asked her if we could listen to Baby Bean. There s/he was, little heart galloping away. I still think pregnancy is wonderful. This little fetus, only as big as my thumb, is a fully formed baby, wriggling away from the sonicaid if I press too hard,with a miniscule little heart energetically outdoing it's Mum's pace by twice the speed. Just the tonic I needed.
Royal fisticuffs
If you were Prince Harry, would you have squared up to a paparazzi?
I wrested the remote from Hubby, watching any more sport was likely to cause a permanent marital rift, and flicked through the channels. UK Music Hall of Fame, Channel 4, and they were playing ABBA. So I started watching. On came Queen, then Led Zeppelin, Bowie, and Pink Floyd. Now I'm stuck, if I vote who should I vote for? I entered my teens with Bowie, went to Ziggy's concerts and started experimenting with strange hair colours. I became a 'weekend Hippy' with Led Zeppelin and Pink Floyd, their music accompanying me whilst I approached adulthood and battled to achieve independance. Then there's Queen. They kept me company in the Nurses Home. Were there, booming away whilst I gave birth, looked after toddlers, did my housework and re-wired my house. Strange, I know, but Live Aid was on whilst the re-wiring was happening, and what should have been a one day job, ended up lasting the weekend because I kept insisting the power was put back on so I could watch the concert. There are so many memories linked to all these musicians. Little vignettes that flash through my mind when certain tracks are heard. Of course, there are hundreds of other musicians who are woven into my life tapestry, but to try and choose.........impossible.
My Grandchildren
Jack is growing so quickly now. Looking more like a little boy, a cheeky, placid, little boy. His Mum had been really looking forward to the day when she could just put him on the floor, to sit and play with his toys, without having to surround him with cushions 'just in case', and the day has come.
Other daughter has had her scan and we are all feeling slightly more confident about Baby Bean. This grandchild is a surprise, in that eldest daughter has never shown any desire to be a Mum. We had no idea they were contemplating having any progeny, let alone that they had been trying for 9 months, before Baby Bean took up residence. Anyway, this is the first 20six photo of Baby Bean, still a long way to go though. The white blobs by his/her nose are it's fingers, it was sucking it's thumb.
One of my favourite 'Grumpy Old Men' died today whilst on holiday with his wife in Peru. I may not have always agreed with his choice in music, but he was there, talking away in his trademark monotone, from the time I started listening to the radio. On Grumpy Old Men his views often agreed with mine, and totally echoed Hubby's. God Bless him and commiserations to his family.
Car Boot Assault
Today I went with daughter-in-law to 'do' a car boot sale. What an innocent I am. Before we had even pulled-up the car was beseiged with people peering in through the windows and shouting 'any mobile phones, jewellery, perfume?' The minute we opened the boot they were in there, like a hoard of locusts, rummaging around and tusseling with each other, it was incredibly intimidating. Eventually I had to shout, and tell them all to step back, they didn't. A PDA went missing, but without it's software, cradle or charger and so did a load of pens. We did well though, sold most of the stuff we had taken, and did what I wanted, which was to earn enough pennies to buy a DVD player. Nature demonstrated her reproductive abilities in the form of thousands (literally) of little 'money' spiders which descended on everything and then proceeded to weave long webs. The car was black with them, everyones face and hair was alive with them. The stalls ended up looking suitably halloweenish dressed with all the webs. We have decided that we will repeat the exercise, next year, but next time take some muscle with us, or a stun-gun.
Work is manic at the moment. I had those two weeks off at the beginning of the month, and now need another week off to recover from the last two. When I was completing my time sheets I discovered that in the last fortnight I have accrued 22 hours time-owing. Not bad for a part-timer, now I've just got to try and take the time back.
Tomorrow we hunt for a DVD player. Any recommendations?
Best laid plans.......
Today was 'time together' day. Hubby and I were going to do things together. I woke up, realised we hadn't altered any of the clocks so set about re-doing, and dusting all time-pieces, and there are loads. Hubby still in the land of nod, so did the washing, tidied the kitchen, and hoovered, that should wake him up, still no joy. Keep patient, I counselled myself. There is still plenty of time to go out hunting for a DVD player, go round to Jack's parents and strip their lawnmower of all usable parts and start looking for ideas for the dining-room. Midday. Right, I'll update my CV, as you do on a Sunday morning (I'm applying for a new job, still the same place but including a bit of management, yes, the M word. If you can't beat them, join them.) Half an hour later I hear Hubby talking to someone. It's eldest daughter. She has dropped in on her way to the supermarket to ask if I need anything, what a gem. I looked at the clock to see how the time was going, and they both started laughing. What? Yes, I had put the clocks, all of them, forward one hour. How blonde is that? I was chomping at the bit thinking it was half twelve and it was only 10.30. So I went shopping with daughter. The supermarket was heaving. I have obviously missed all the warnings about imminent food shortages or unscheduled Bank Holidays. Got home, Hubby was dressed, put all the vittals away and prepared to go DVD hunting. Then the phone rings, its one and only son, he has broken their front door whilst attempting to fit a cat-flap, and requires assistance. All my plans fly out of the window as Hubby gathers his tools and answers the summons. No time together today then.
Bright side........ CV is the most amazing work of fiction and self-congratulation.....ever. Put together the notes and handouts, with references and bibliography, for the lecture I'm giving on Tuesday and I still went round to Jack's Mummy and Daddy, but didn't touch the lawnmower, just played with my Grandson.