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Good morning from what is a grey, dank L.A. which now I've typed that means I won't divest myself of the (overly cynical) Greg Lake musical image repetition. Plenty to ponder over from posts since I was here last. I'll read, mark, learn and inwardly digest for now. @dunelm thank you for sharing that evocative seascape. We watched Mortimer and Whitehouse fishing in Norway - that art reminds me of this. The lakes and mountains were/are obviously beautiful to many but I don't see or feel that ( more dread/foreboding of danger) BUT driving through the flat, fertile, drained sea bed of The Fens I see and feel beauty and numinous awe. Terroir is all for wine and Ians. @gennepher thanks for sharing the kaleidoscope and creative. Do rest up today. Hug for the loss of that support from the Community Centre. Annb hug for the insulin problem. @lindisfel I hope the parcel comes and your meds are all there. @Krystyna23040 I'm glad the walk was so uplifting but do take it gently. Have a great Tuesday Loretta even if I'm not sure I understand a single word you write I'm pretty sure they are all well intended. Who knew Vintage Fair Isle Tank Tops (with cravats and flat caps) were so on trend? Naturally all on the way here asap. Ox cheek casserole day in Breckland - goes well with the retro vibe imho.
 
ianpspurs said:
Good morning from what is a grey, dank L.A. which now I've typed that means I won't divest myself of the (overly cynical) Greg Lake musical image repetition. Plenty to ponder over from posts since I was here last. I'll read, mark, learn and inwardly digest for now. @dunelm thank you for sharing that evocative seascape. We watched Mortimer and Whitehouse fishing in Norway - that art reminds me of this. The lakes and mountains were/are obviously beautiful to many but I don't see or feel that ( more dread/foreboding of danger) BUT driving through the flat, fertile, drained sea bed of The Fens I see and feel beauty and numinous awe. Terroir is all for wine and Ians. @gennepher thanks for sharing the kaleidoscope and creative. Do rest up today. Hug for the loss of that support from the Community Centre. Annb hug for the insulin problem. @lindisfel I hope the parcel comes and your meds are all there. @Krystyna23040 I'm glad the walk was so uplifting but do take it gently. Have a great Tuesday Loretta even if I'm not sure I understand a single word you write I'm pretty sure they are all well intended. Who knew Vintage Fair Isle Tank Tops (with cravats and flat caps) were so on trend? Naturally all on the way here asap. Ox cheek casserole day in Breckland - goes well with the retro vibe imho.
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Thank you very much @ianpspurs
 
gennepher said:
Got back an hour ago. It was a very long day, and there was a lot of waiting.


I had to go through various eye tests and things like I always to do at the hospital and I did not see the specialist until very late afternoon.


It was the top man like it was last year.


I told him about the optician diagnosing cataracts and referring me to have a cataract operation and...


And so he interrupted me, looked in my eyes and started laughing his head off.


That's the teeniest tiniest cataract I have ever seen, he said. That won't cause you any problems. Rip up that offer of the operation and throw it in the bin.


That cataract might never cause you any problems and you may never need an operation. There's nothing for you to worry about.


He told me my eyes have not deteriorated one jot. My sight is just the same as it has been for the last 5 years since the YAG iridectomy laser treatment.


That Specsavers optician has a lot to answer for. She was totally irresponsible. I have been worrying ever since she told me and ever since she said my eyesight had deteriorated dramatically and me needing the cataract operation urgently.


I literally want to slap her across her face for the unnecessary distress she caused me.


My brain believed her and I felt like this was the end of everything, and I lost my confidence these last couple of weeks. Even though I was saying hopefully St Paul's hospital will not agree with her diagnosis that I had cataracts, I wasn't fully believing what I was saying, and I was getting depressed over it.


It did not make sense. I felt my eyes had not deteriorated at all in the last 5 years, and because I had the same glasses and the optician at Specsavers has never said that I needed to change them.


That Specsavers lady optician telling me (a couple of weeks or so ago) that my eyesight had deteriorated dramatically since last since last year really did put me in a bad place. The St Paul's specialist today confirmed my eyesight has not changed at all, and has not deteriorated at all. And that my eyesight is good, and that my right eye which the lady Specsavers insisted was really bad it is not really bad at all BUT it is pretty much near on par with my left eye. I could read further down the hospital eye chart with my supposedly really bad right eye, yet I couldn't at the opticians. And I wasn't having a bad day at Specsavers, her eye equipment was steaming up/misting up which was causing me problems. I had no problems like this at St Paul's Hospital today.


It was murder coming back home on the motorway with the going home traffic, the inside lane was doing 70 minimum, the middle lane was doing 80 and the cars and stuff, and the outside lane were doing 90. And they were weaving...I had no choice but to do 70 on the inside lane. I have not done that kind of motorway driving in many many years, not since J died, so we're talking 15 years.


I wanted to come back home for Midnight. Last year I had said I was going to book a hotel for a couple of nights. But I changed my mind and decided if I did need a hotel then I would just have to pop my car somewhere safe and go to that dive, the Adelphi which is literally a stone throw from the hospital.


When the eye specialist began laughing at my miniscule cataract, somehow I got a whole pile of confidence back, and strangely I could see more clearly, It is like all the stress over this so-called cataract business just melted away.


I haven't come back to Planet Earth yet...

Or got over the Specialist Boss Man laughing at my minuscule cataract...
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what wonderful news! I am so pleased for you and yes that optician deserves a slap at least. Surely if the equipment wasnt working properly the results should be null and void. She caused you an awful lot of unnecessary stress with her misdiagnosis.
 
SlimLizzy said:
He gave a eulogy for his best hammer, lost while repairing the friends roof. How many years he used it, how expensive it was all those decades ago. Guesses as to price of replacing with similar quality. How a friend tried to steal it and how he managed to retrieve it.
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Comedy Gold... :hilarious: :hilarious: :hilarious:

What a show that would make...

(Have to say, I've felt the same about some tools ..gone but not forgotten)
 
jjraak said:
On underground on way home...(yay me, another challenge taken on )
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Just to clarify, in case that line got taken in the wrong way.

I tried to use the underground, a few months after the accident.
Getting back on the horse, so to speak.

An awful experience.:arghh:

The confines of the train itself, knowing I was so far underground, all gave me flashbacks of the day itself and the little 'death' my brain insists was real, and part of the PTSD I have to overcome.

But worst was the noise & crush of people.

The thoughts rushing me back to being flat on the ground, only Being able to see all the feet stepping around me as I lay wounded & listening to the hubbub of the crowd gathered above me doing their best to help .

So while simply getting on a train isn't that difficult, the underground & rush hour part is.

I managed yesterday, not too far & not too busy (was still quite twitchy, & praying it didn't Stop between stations :wideyed: ) so I took a little victory from that.

Still a way too go, but that's a challenge for next year.

But I sat here last night, genuinely thinking yesterday WAS a good day.

Thank you all for making me welcome day one, and all the support in many forms over the years.

:cool:
 
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SlimLizzy said:
what wonderful news! I am so pleased for you and yes that optician deserves a slap at least. Surely if the equipment wasnt working properly the results should be null and void. She caused you an awful lot of unnecessary stress with her misdiagnosis.
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Yes it is. Thank you very much @SlimLizzy

I agree. She deserves something.

I am still trying to wind down from the last few weeks unnecessary stress...
 
jjraak said:
Just to clarify, in case that line got taken in the wrong way.

I tried to use the underground, a few months after the accident.
Getting back on the horse, so to speak.

An awful experience.:arghh:

The confines of the train itself, knowing I was so far underground, all gave me flashbacks of the day itself and the little 'death' my brain insists was real, and part of the PTSD I have to overcome.

But worst was the noise & crush of people.

The thoughts rushing me back to being flat on the ground, only Being able to see all the feet stepping around me as I lay wounded & listening to the hubbub of the crowd gathered to help me .

So while simply getting on a train isn't that difficult, the underground & rush hour part is.

I managed yesterday, not too far & not too busy (was still quite twitchy, & praying it didn't Stop between stations :wideyed: ) so I took a little victory from that.

Still a way too go, but that a challenge for next year.

But I sat here last night, genuinely thinking yesterday WAS a good day.

Thank you all for making me welcome day one, and all the support in many forms over the years.

:cool:
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Hug and winner @jjraak for the underground
Been awhile since I have done that.

You said "I managed yesterday, not too far & not too busy (was still quite twitchy, & praying it didn't Stop between stations ) so I took a little victory from that."
That was a heck of a stressful situation. Any little thing in the London Underground could've sent you plummeting back to that day when you were on the ground, there are glimpses of triggers you would not expect to take you there...
That was incredibly brave of what you did.
 
SlimLizzy said:
Cement mixer! He wore one out last year and immediately replaced it. He gave a eulogy for his best hammer, lost while repairing the friends roof. How many years he used it, how expensive it was all those decades ago. Guesses as to price of replacing with similar quality. How a friend tried to steal it and how he managed to retrieve it.
He was delighted when he found it two days later. After that I would not even attempt to buy him tools. He will have to make do with the default present- socks.
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At one stage I could have supplied 3 cement mixers, 2 x hundredweight bags of hammers, at least 30 planes, a vintage plumber's tap, die and bender set. 40 saws and so much more. We put them by the road side and told folks to help themselves - we couldn't even give them away. Took 2 days to take all the copper pipe, fixings and lead to the recycling centre. Gave away some rare and vintage gardening tools to a young couple starting to grow their own. Who needs 3 x 2 man cross cut saws or huge Poldark type scythe these days? My mum would have given you a big sympathy hug
 
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SlimLizzy said:
19.12
FBG 5.4. Big surprise because I baked last night another ginger cake plus a batch of Anzac biscuits. and indulged in some ( quite a lot) of the biscuit mixture.
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Had to look those up - any family connection? Amazing fbg based on those ingredients. I'd have no issue avoiding as there is desicated coconut and golden syrup but I imagine they are popular and with your skills will be a-maze-ing. The love is the key ingredient.
 
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gennepher said:
Fbg 6.6

I am so overtired today after the mammoth long day with the hospital appointment yesterday.
Hands won't cooperate to do a Creative drawing.
So you get a Creative photo out of my glass bedroom door today.
Rain.
A paddling pool is around my bungalow...
Cat Jade has just done a big leap from swing to drier land.

Wild life nighttime video
Cat Midnight & Fox & Badger
52 secs

Going back to sleep...

Have your best day...

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Very atmospheric photo. Keep your welly boots to hand. These look like a challenge, wonder if you get free medical cover and a box of plasters with them for when you try and fit them.


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ianpspurs said:
Good morning from what is a grey, dank L.A. which now I've typed that means I won't divest myself of the (overly cynical) Greg Lake musical image repetition. Plenty to ponder over from posts since I was here last. I'll read, mark, learn and inwardly digest for now. @dunelm thank you for sharing that evocative seascape. We watched Mortimer and Whitehouse fishing in Norway - that art reminds me of this. The lakes and mountains were/are obviously beautiful to many but I don't see or feel that ( more dread/foreboding of danger) BUT driving through the flat, fertile, drained sea bed of The Fens I see and feel beauty and numinous awe. Terroir is all for wine and Ians. @gennepher thanks for sharing the kaleidoscope and creative. Do rest up today. Hug for the loss of that support from the Community Centre. Annb hug for the insulin problem. @lindisfel I hope the parcel comes and your meds are all there. @Krystyna23040 I'm glad the walk was so uplifting but do take it gently. Have a great Tuesday Loretta even if I'm not sure I understand a single word you write I'm pretty sure they are all well intended. Who knew Vintage Fair Isle Tank Tops (with cravats and flat caps) were so on trend? Naturally all on the way here asap. Ox cheek casserole day in Breckland - goes well with the retro vibe imho.
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Thank you @ianpspurs. Saltstraumen in Norway - not to be mistakenly pronounced as Surströmming in Sweden.
 
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