"What have you eaten" Parallel Chat

[Antje77]

I'm way behind again and doing well (if somewhat knackered).
Thursday was my last day of work on the ship, when we moved it to a new place just a little too far away for regular work.
This weekend neighbour Tale and I drove all the way to the other end of the country (3.5 hours to cross from the far north to the far south) for an amazing party in the garden of my cousin.
Food, a band, a DJ, and enough alcohol to participate in some karaoke, followed by a night in a tent on a narrow mattress between goats, pigs and ducks, all perfect!

In the mean time, our mutual friend (the one I swim with and he's in love with, if you remember) texted us because she needed a place to stay for the night, away from her troubles at home. It's starting to look like her husband and father of their teenage children has now crossed the line between being somewhat obsessed to mild psychosis, but it has been such a slow process that she's half believing the things he says about her.
I'm very happy she had her break, we both of course replied that yes, she could use any bed she chose and eat whatever is in any of our fridges.

So upon returning late afternoon yesterday with a hangover and little sleep, we had a long session of talking before finally going to bed.
More talking happened today, this time with her eldest daughter (19) included. She had cooked for us after a swim and we had a couple of beers. I hope that whatever we're doing is helping her, it's such a nasty situation.

For myself, I fear the sleepovers with my neighbour won't be happening anytime soon, our friend spent the night with him last night, which almost certainly got the fire of him being in love with her roaring again, and I don't think he'll be comfortable with me in his bed for now.
Which is ok, but I don't have to like it.


Working on this ship for two months was something of an experiment to see how I would deal with regular work for some 20 hours a week after years of only doing very short time jobs and dealing with depression/anxiety.

With the depression having unexplainably lifted from early februari and suddenly being bored now keeping my sanity wasn't a full job anymore, doing some unofficial work to see how things progressed was a very good move. It kept me busy, I felt useful, I've learnt I do pretty well now when working.
Four months on, and I still feel good, so I'm going to try with a 'real' job!

Motivation letter written today, resumé as well (managed no lies while also managing to more or less hide some 10 years of only the very occasional work), 4 friends with different backgrounds read and approved.
Never in history has so much sweat and stress been put into a job application letter and resumé for a job needing no previous experience and no education.
It'll be sent in tomorrow.

I have no idea what's more scary, getting or not getting the job. I have absolutely no idea if I'm physically up for it, I have no idea if I'll like the job, but I'll never know if I don't try.
During the past two months I found I feel better mentally and physically working outside and doing sometimes heavy work. That pesky herniated disk in my neck is still giving me trouble, but all in all, my back is doing much better.

Not sure what it's called in English, but the job is 'bouwopruimer' (16-24 hours a week).
A bouwopruimer is the person who places fences around a building site, makes sure no stuff is laying about causing dangerous situations, generally helps all workers on a building site with whatever they need help with.
I'm hoping my brains will make up for not being 23 years old, thin and well trained, and male...
If this one doesn't work out, I have found another job offer which could be a reasonable match, but one letter a day is enough!

Wish me luck, I'm very much scared ********.

 

[jpscloud]

Those were my covid symptoms! Just saying...

It wouldn't surprise me at all! I've stopped testing now and this seems a fairly mild episode thankfully!

 

[jpscloud]

I'm way behind again and doing well (if somewhat knackered).
Thursday was my last day of work on the ship, when we moved it to a new place just a little too far away for regular work.
This weekend neighbour Tale and I drove all the way to the other end of the country (3.5 hours to cross from the far north to the far south) for an amazing party in the garden of my cousin.
Food, a band, a DJ, and enough alcohol to participate in some karaoke, followed by a night in a tent on a narrow mattress between goats, pigs and ducks, all perfect!

In the mean time, our mutual friend (the one I swim with and he's in love with, if you remember) texted us because she needed a place to stay for the night, away from her troubles at home. It's starting to look like her husband and father of their teenage children has now crossed the line between being somewhat obsessed to mild psychosis, but it has been such a slow process that she's half believing the things he says about her.
I'm very happy she had her break, we both of course replied that yes, she could use any bed she chose and eat whatever is in any of our fridges.

So upon returning late afternoon yesterday with a hangover and little sleep, we had a long session of talking before finally going to bed.
More talking happened today, this time with her eldest daughter (19) included. She had cooked for us after a swim and we had a couple of beers. I hope that whatever we're doing is helping her, it's such a nasty situation.

For myself, I fear the sleepovers with my neighbour won't be happening anytime soon, our friend spent the night with him last night, which almost certainly got the fire of him being in love with her roaring again, and I don't think he'll be comfortable with me in his bed for now.
Which is ok, but I don't have to like it.


Working on this ship for two months was something of an experiment to see how I would deal with regular work for some 20 hours a week after years of only doing very short time jobs and dealing with depression/anxiety.

With the depression having unexplainably lifted from early februari and suddenly being bored now keeping my sanity wasn't a full job anymore, doing some unofficial work to see how things progressed was a very good move. It kept me busy, I felt useful, I've learnt I do pretty well now when working.
Four months on, and I still feel good, so I'm going to try with a 'real' job!

Motivation letter written today, resumé as well (managed no lies while also managing to more or less hide some 10 years of only the very occasional work), 4 friends with different backgrounds read and approved.
Never in history has so much sweat and stress been put into a job application letter and resumé for a job needing no previous experience and no education.
It'll be sent in tomorrow.

I have no idea what's more scary, getting or not getting the job. I have absolutely no idea if I'm physically up for it, I have no idea if I'll like the job, but I'll never know if I don't try.
During the past two months I found I feel better mentally and physically working outside and doing sometimes heavy work. That pesky herniated disk in my neck is still giving me trouble, but all in all, my back is doing much better.

Not sure what it's called in English, but the job is 'bouwopruimer' (16-24 hours a week).
A bouwopruimer is the person who places fences around a building site, makes sure no stuff is laying about causing dangerous situations, generally helps all workers on a building site with whatever they need help with.
I'm hoping my brains will make up for not being 23 years old, thin and well trained, and male...
If this one doesn't work out, I have found another job offer which could be a reasonable match, but one letter a day is enough!

Wish me luck, I'm very much scared ********.

All the luck in the world to you! x

 

[sueh21]

I'm way behind again and doing well (if somewhat knackered).
Thursday was my last day of work on the ship, when we moved it to a new place just a little too far away for regular work.
This weekend neighbour Tale and I drove all the way to the other end of the country (3.5 hours to cross from the far north to the far south) for an amazing party in the garden of my cousin.
Food, a band, a DJ, and enough alcohol to participate in some karaoke, followed by a night in a tent on a narrow mattress between goats, pigs and ducks, all perfect!

In the mean time, our mutual friend (the one I swim with and he's in love with, if you remember) texted us because she needed a place to stay for the night, away from her troubles at home. It's starting to look like her husband and father of their teenage children has now crossed the line between being somewhat obsessed to mild psychosis, but it has been such a slow process that she's half believing the things he says about her.
I'm very happy she had her break, we both of course replied that yes, she could use any bed she chose and eat whatever is in any of our fridges.

So upon returning late afternoon yesterday with a hangover and little sleep, we had a long session of talking before finally going to bed.
More talking happened today, this time with her eldest daughter (19) included. She had cooked for us after a swim and we had a couple of beers. I hope that whatever we're doing is helping her, it's such a nasty situation.

For myself, I fear the sleepovers with my neighbour won't be happening anytime soon, our friend spent the night with him last night, which almost certainly got the fire of him being in love with her roaring again, and I don't think he'll be comfortable with me in his bed for now.
Which is ok, but I don't have to like it.


Working on this ship for two months was something of an experiment to see how I would deal with regular work for some 20 hours a week after years of only doing very short time jobs and dealing with depression/anxiety.

With the depression having unexplainably lifted from early februari and suddenly being bored now keeping my sanity wasn't a full job anymore, doing some unofficial work to see how things progressed was a very good move. It kept me busy, I felt useful, I've learnt I do pretty well now when working.
Four months on, and I still feel good, so I'm going to try with a 'real' job!

Motivation letter written today, resumé as well (managed no lies while also managing to more or less hide some 10 years of only the very occasional work), 4 friends with different backgrounds read and approved.
Never in history has so much sweat and stress been put into a job application letter and resumé for a job needing no previous experience and no education.
It'll be sent in tomorrow.

I have no idea what's more scary, getting or not getting the job. I have absolutely no idea if I'm physically up for it, I have no idea if I'll like the job, but I'll never know if I don't try.
During the past two months I found I feel better mentally and physically working outside and doing sometimes heavy work. That pesky herniated disk in my neck is still giving me trouble, but all in all, my back is doing much better.

Not sure what it's called in English, but the job is 'bouwopruimer' (16-24 hours a week).
A bouwopruimer is the person who places fences around a building site, makes sure no stuff is laying about causing dangerous situations, generally helps all workers on a building site with whatever they need help with.
I'm hoping my brains will make up for not being 23 years old, thin and well trained, and male...
If this one doesn't work out, I have found another job offer which could be a reasonable match, but one letter a day is enough!

Wish me luck, I'm very much scared ********.

That sounds brilliant @Antje77 fingers crossed for you.Even if you don’t get this job you have done the hard part of a letter and CV which can be tweaked for whatever you are applying for.
Hope all goes well for your scan @Annb

 

[shelley262]

I'm way behind again and doing well (if somewhat knackered).
Thursday was my last day of work on the ship, when we moved it to a new place just a little too far away for regular work.
This weekend neighbour Tale and I drove all the way to the other end of the country (3.5 hours to cross from the far north to the far south) for an amazing party in the garden of my cousin.
Food, a band, a DJ, and enough alcohol to participate in some karaoke, followed by a night in a tent on a narrow mattress between goats, pigs and ducks, all perfect!

In the mean time, our mutual friend (the one I swim with and he's in love with, if you remember) texted us because she needed a place to stay for the night, away from her troubles at home. It's starting to look like her husband and father of their teenage children has now crossed the line between being somewhat obsessed to mild psychosis, but it has been such a slow process that she's half believing the things he says about her.
I'm very happy she had her break, we both of course replied that yes, she could use any bed she chose and eat whatever is in any of our fridges.

So upon returning late afternoon yesterday with a hangover and little sleep, we had a long session of talking before finally going to bed.
More talking happened today, this time with her eldest daughter (19) included. She had cooked for us after a swim and we had a couple of beers. I hope that whatever we're doing is helping her, it's such a nasty situation.

For myself, I fear the sleepovers with my neighbour won't be happening anytime soon, our friend spent the night with him last night, which almost certainly got the fire of him being in love with her roaring again, and I don't think he'll be comfortable with me in his bed for now.
Which is ok, but I don't have to like it.


Working on this ship for two months was something of an experiment to see how I would deal with regular work for some 20 hours a week after years of only doing very short time jobs and dealing with depression/anxiety.

With the depression having unexplainably lifted from early februari and suddenly being bored now keeping my sanity wasn't a full job anymore, doing some unofficial work to see how things progressed was a very good move. It kept me busy, I felt useful, I've learnt I do pretty well now when working.
Four months on, and I still feel good, so I'm going to try with a 'real' job!

Motivation letter written today, resumé as well (managed no lies while also managing to more or less hide some 10 years of only the very occasional work), 4 friends with different backgrounds read and approved.
Never in history has so much sweat and stress been put into a job application letter and resumé for a job needing no previous experience and no education.
It'll be sent in tomorrow.

I have no idea what's more scary, getting or not getting the job. I have absolutely no idea if I'm physically up for it, I have no idea if I'll like the job, but I'll never know if I don't try.
During the past two months I found I feel better mentally and physically working outside and doing sometimes heavy work. That pesky herniated disk in my neck is still giving me trouble, but all in all, my back is doing much better.

Not sure what it's called in English, but the job is 'bouwopruimer' (16-24 hours a week).
A bouwopruimer is the person who places fences around a building site, makes sure no stuff is laying about causing dangerous situations, generally helps all workers on a building site with whatever they need help with.
I'm hoping my brains will make up for not being 23 years old, thin and well trained, and male...
If this one doesn't work out, I have found another job offer which could be a reasonable match, but one letter a day is enough!

Wish me luck, I'm very much scared ********.

Wishing you luck with the job application. as @sueh21 says though you've done the really hard bit getting it down on paper - so applying for other suitable opportunities should be less time consuming for you. Meanwhile we are all madly crossing our fingers and toes for you.

 

[shelley262]

When I managed to get out to the big fridge (squeezing past a workbench and sharp tools on the way - a bit difficult for me to do on my unsteady legs) I found that the steak was well within date, but there was salmon which is on its use-by date today, so 2nd meal will be salmon, quick fried with some kind of salad.

Neil is just back from helping a young friend tune an old piano that he had bought. It needs a few bits and pieces to get it working properly apparently, but it can be played now. My young friend is a music teacher but he hasn't been able to have a piano of his own since he and his siblings, when they were small, ruined the one his parents had. He bought this one in a charity shop because it had "history". It had once belonged to (Major) Duncan Morrison - a well known and respected pianist from a couple of generations back (favourite and friend of Queen Mother and world renowned) and has been a good piano, Maybe it will be again with some TLC.

Good luck with your liver scan @Annb - think it's today let us know how it goes.

 

[shelley262]

Have got behind with food so won't go into detail.
Suffice to say a large ice cream all to myself didn't cause any spike at all, but 3 small pieces crusty bread to mop up a deliciius olive oil dressing on my salad did, for far too long.
Saw Stromboli erupting last night, as it has done every day for over 20,000 years apparently. Still a splendid thrill, and I've loved travelling around on boats and hydrofoil more than the coach. One more day in the capital tomorrow, then home again.
Not liking the look of the UK forecast

Looks like you've had an amazing time in Sicily hope journey back goes well. Yup our weather at the moment is very unpredictable to say the least!

 

[shelley262]

Hi All shamefully missing on action again!
On Friday I baked very thick cod loin with finely chopped fried mushrooms and half a jar of M&S Collection Mushroom, Mascarpone & Truffle sauce meant for pasta but worked a dream spooned over the fish beforehand. Approx 4g carbs half jar. Pics below.
Served with rice/cauli rice.
Sat usual brekkie slice LC toast, copious tea.
Lunch small plate chopped salad. Tea.
Supper Tandoori King Prawns and cauli bhajee.
Sunday same brekkie.
Small chopped salad again.
Big family bbq, ate way too much meat with griddled asparagus but was delish.
Leftovers today.

That sauce looks interesting presume it would work well with chicken or pork as well as fish may give it a go if find it in M and s.

 

[shelley262]

Good evening all! I've been indulging in carbs too @MrsA2 but I don't really have an excuse! I have kept it fairly sensible in terms of amounts and tonight actually chose a keto meal of beef mince, cauliflower and cheese. My weight has stayed the same through this month, no gains, which is a win when I'm not properly excluding carbs.

I think part of the reason I've been able to keep amounts low is that I've had another "cold" - tickly cough (more like a pin being stuck in my tonsil!!) then feeling a bit nauseous, chills and headeache, sneezing etc. I'm a bit better this afternoon, it wasn't particularly serious but affected my appetite. Strangely my BG was up before the symptoms started, and low when the symptoms were bad last night and this morning.

The sun came out this afternoon and I headed to an unruly bit of bramble (I do leave plenty uncut for wildlife but this bit needs trimming to allow other plants to flourish) with my secateurs - garden bin day tomorrow - and before I could make the first snip the rain came bucketing down!

Wanted to give you a win for keeping on the level weight wise and not going over the top 're the carbs. However hugs for the bug you've picked up there seem to be a lot of bugs around. Take it steady - although as you say it's hard to start anything in the garden just now as you reach for the mower or a garden tool it comes crashing down! No watering needed here for about a week now though and my outdoor tomatoes, raspberries, strawberries and beans are growing well so that a bonus!

 

[Annb]

I'm way behind again and doing well (if somewhat knackered).
Thursday was my last day of work on the ship, when we moved it to a new place just a little too far away for regular work.
This weekend neighbour Tale and I drove all the way to the other end of the country (3.5 hours to cross from the far north to the far south) for an amazing party in the garden of my cousin.
Food, a band, a DJ, and enough alcohol to participate in some karaoke, followed by a night in a tent on a narrow mattress between goats, pigs and ducks, all perfect!

In the mean time, our mutual friend (the one I swim with and he's in love with, if you remember) texted us because she needed a place to stay for the night, away from her troubles at home. It's starting to look like her husband and father of their teenage children has now crossed the line between being somewhat obsessed to mild psychosis, but it has been such a slow process that she's half believing the things he says about her.
I'm very happy she had her break, we both of course replied that yes, she could use any bed she chose and eat whatever is in any of our fridges.

So upon returning late afternoon yesterday with a hangover and little sleep, we had a long session of talking before finally going to bed.
More talking happened today, this time with her eldest daughter (19) included. She had cooked for us after a swim and we had a couple of beers. I hope that whatever we're doing is helping her, it's such a nasty situation.

For myself, I fear the sleepovers with my neighbour won't be happening anytime soon, our friend spent the night with him last night, which almost certainly got the fire of him being in love with her roaring again, and I don't think he'll be comfortable with me in his bed for now.
Which is ok, but I don't have to like it.


Working on this ship for two months was something of an experiment to see how I would deal with regular work for some 20 hours a week after years of only doing very short time jobs and dealing with depression/anxiety.

With the depression having unexplainably lifted from early februari and suddenly being bored now keeping my sanity wasn't a full job anymore, doing some unofficial work to see how things progressed was a very good move. It kept me busy, I felt useful, I've learnt I do pretty well now when working.
Four months on, and I still feel good, so I'm going to try with a 'real' job!

Motivation letter written today, resumé as well (managed no lies while also managing to more or less hide some 10 years of only the very occasional work), 4 friends with different backgrounds read and approved.
Never in history has so much sweat and stress been put into a job application letter and resumé for a job needing no previous experience and no education.
It'll be sent in tomorrow.

I have no idea what's more scary, getting or not getting the job. I have absolutely no idea if I'm physically up for it, I have no idea if I'll like the job, but I'll never know if I don't try.
During the past two months I found I feel better mentally and physically working outside and doing sometimes heavy work. That pesky herniated disk in my neck is still giving me trouble, but all in all, my back is doing much better.

Not sure what it's called in English, but the job is 'bouwopruimer' (16-24 hours a week).
A bouwopruimer is the person who places fences around a building site, makes sure no stuff is laying about causing dangerous situations, generally helps all workers on a building site with whatever they need help with.
I'm hoping my brains will make up for not being 23 years old, thin and well trained, and male...
If this one doesn't work out, I have found another job offer which could be a reasonable match, but one letter a day is enough!

Wish me luck, I'm very much scared ********.

Hug for the scariness of the situation, Antje but it is quite understandably daunting. Best wishes with the job application and great that you felt able to try to get a job at all.

 

[Annb]

Good evening all! I've been indulging in carbs too @MrsA2 but I don't really have an excuse! I have kept it fairly sensible in terms of amounts and tonight actually chose a keto meal of beef mince, cauliflower and cheese. My weight has stayed the same through this month, no gains, which is a win when I'm not properly excluding carbs.

I think part of the reason I've been able to keep amounts low is that I've had another "cold" - tickly cough (more like a pin being stuck in my tonsil!!) then feeling a bit nauseous, chills and headeache, sneezing etc. I'm a bit better this afternoon, it wasn't particularly serious but affected my appetite. Strangely my BG was up before the symptoms started, and low when the symptoms were bad last night and this morning.

The sun came out this afternoon and I headed to an unruly bit of bramble (I do leave plenty uncut for wildlife but this bit needs trimming to allow other plants to flourish) with my secateurs - garden bin day tomorrow - and before I could make the first snip the rain came bucketing down!

Well done on keeping your weight under control, even with some carbs. Hope whatever the bug is that is affecting you has bitten the dust and you are feeling better.

 

[Annb]

That sounds brilliant @Antje77 fingers crossed for you.Even if you don’t get this job you have done the hard part of a letter and CV which can be tweaked for whatever you are applying for.
Hope all goes well for your scan @Annb

Scan went well today. My liver cirrhosis is no worse than before and the fatty liver part of it has actually reduced. Good result. Due, I am sure, to low carbs over these last months (apart from the odd time falling off the wagon).

Very tired when I got back though and really didn't feel like cooking so just had the last of the strawberries that I didn't use yesterday and poured some cream over them. That was breakfast and I am now having my first cup of tea for the day.

I will get around to cooking later today and I have a steak ready lined up for that but will have to slice and cook an onion first.

 

[PenguinMum]

That sauce looks interesting presume it would work well with chicken or pork as well as fish may give it a go if find it in M and s.

I don’t see why this sauce wouldn’t work with any meat or fish. My two DILs are vegetarian and this sauce in the storecupboard could make a flavoursome pasta especially if I fried up a pack of mixed exotic mushrooms also especially when they visit at short notice.

 

[PenguinMum]

I'm way behind again and doing well (if somewhat knackered).
Thursday was my last day of work on the ship, when we moved it to a new place just a little too far away for regular work.
This weekend neighbour Tale and I drove all the way to the other end of the country (3.5 hours to cross from the far north to the far south) for an amazing party in the garden of my cousin.
Food, a band, a DJ, and enough alcohol to participate in some karaoke, followed by a night in a tent on a narrow mattress between goats, pigs and ducks, all perfect!

In the mean time, our mutual friend (the one I swim with and he's in love with, if you remember) texted us because she needed a place to stay for the night, away from her troubles at home. It's starting to look like her husband and father of their teenage children has now crossed the line between being somewhat obsessed to mild psychosis, but it has been such a slow process that she's half believing the things he says about her.
I'm very happy she had her break, we both of course replied that yes, she could use any bed she chose and eat whatever is in any of our fridges.

So upon returning late afternoon yesterday with a hangover and little sleep, we had a long session of talking before finally going to bed.
More talking happened today, this time with her eldest daughter (19) included. She had cooked for us after a swim and we had a couple of beers. I hope that whatever we're doing is helping her, it's such a nasty situation.

For myself, I fear the sleepovers with my neighbour won't be happening anytime soon, our friend spent the night with him last night, which almost certainly got the fire of him being in love with her roaring again, and I don't think he'll be comfortable with me in his bed for now.
Which is ok, but I don't have to like it.


Working on this ship for two months was something of an experiment to see how I would deal with regular work for some 20 hours a week after years of only doing very short time jobs and dealing with depression/anxiety.

With the depression having unexplainably lifted from early februari and suddenly being bored now keeping my sanity wasn't a full job anymore, doing some unofficial work to see how things progressed was a very good move. It kept me busy, I felt useful, I've learnt I do pretty well now when working.
Four months on, and I still feel good, so I'm going to try with a 'real' job!

Motivation letter written today, resumé as well (managed no lies while also managing to more or less hide some 10 years of only the very occasional work), 4 friends with different backgrounds read and approved.
Never in history has so much sweat and stress been put into a job application letter and resumé for a job needing no previous experience and no education.
It'll be sent in tomorrow.

I have no idea what's more scary, getting or not getting the job. I have absolutely no idea if I'm physically up for it, I have no idea if I'll like the job, but I'll never know if I don't try.
During the past two months I found I feel better mentally and physically working outside and doing sometimes heavy work. That pesky herniated disk in my neck is still giving me trouble, but all in all, my back is doing much better.

Not sure what it's called in English, but the job is 'bouwopruimer' (16-24 hours a week).
A bouwopruimer is the person who places fences around a building site, makes sure no stuff is laying about causing dangerous situations, generally helps all workers on a building site with whatever they need help with.
I'm hoping my brains will make up for not being 23 years old, thin and well trained, and male...
If this one doesn't work out, I have found another job offer which could be a reasonable match, but one letter a day is enough!

Wish me luck, I'm very much scared ********.

Well done for going for it Antje and good luck for being successful and then that you actually like the job. Also good luck with the complicated love (if the right word) triangle. It doesn’t matter where you are in life challenges just appear. Just put yourself first!

 

[Antje77]

Thank you all for this waterfall of kindness!

The application is out so now we wait. You'll be the first to know what happens next!

 

[AndBreathe]

Go for it, @Antje77 . I feel certain if you can manage your anxiety you will get more from working than not.

 

[AndBreathe]

Today has been a day of frustration.

Over the Bank holiday I logged onto my GP account, to look when my next repeat is due. We are in the process of moving GPs. Ours has gone down to 2 GPs, plus a miscellany of ancillaries, and I have had one last disappointing interaction I'm not willing to repeat.


Anyway, the website informed me I am due a meds review, so to call and arrange that. When I rang this morning, I was informed the process is just to wait until I am due meds, then make a "special request", at which time it will be decided if I am due any checks, like BP or bloods. If I am due anything, it can be arranged.
I fed back what the site states, reading it to the receptionist who seemed disinterested, but surely they must be receiving other calls like mine.

Irritated, I trotted off to Lidl for a few bits. As is often the case, there were no small trolleys (allegedly they are stolen at night and melted down. I mean,...... eh?)

I decided I'd linger and see if anyone was returning one, before giving in and getting a trundle basket.
Nice man appeared, avec trolley. Naturally, he wanted his token back, so I went with him to step in once he had done that, only for a man to step in between us, turn to me and declare,..... "I'm going to steal your trolley now". I thought he was being humorous, but no, sure enough he stepped in, making barrier between me and the trolley and took it.

The asked if that really had happened. He was wide mouthed, but probably only half as much as I. I was livid.

Anyway ramble over. In the intervening period I have been able to banish thoughts wishing the rude chap's eggs were all broken, or whatever h e was buying.
Oh well. Tonight is cold cuts from our Sunday roast of beef. Nibbling on it, when putting the joint through the slicer tells me it is still delicious. Yay!

Tomorrow is a new day, and we're forecast ti have dry weather. First world problems, eh?

 

[Antje77]

Definitely one of those days @AndBreathe .

 

[Outlier]

@Antje77 and @AndBreathe, may cosmic kindness and justice prevail, and joy come from unexpected directions.

 

[shelley262]

Today has been a day of frustration.

Over the Bank holiday I logged onto my GP account, to look when my next repeat is due. We are in the process of moving GPs. Ours has gone down to 2 GPs, plus a miscellany of ancillaries, and I have had one last disappointing interaction I'm not willing to repeat.


Anyway, the website informed me I am due a meds review, so to call and arrange that. When I rang this morning, I was informed the process is just to wait until I am due meds, then make a "special request", at which time it will be decided if I am due any checks, like BP or bloods. If I am due anything, it can be arranged.
I fed back what the site states, reading it to the receptionist who seemed disinterested, but surely they must be receiving other calls like mine.

Irritated, I trotted off to Lidl for a few bits. As is often the case, there were no small trolleys (allegedly they are stolen at night and melted down. I mean,...... eh?)

I decided I'd linger and see if anyone was returning one, before giving in and getting a trundle basket.
Nice man appeared, avec trolley. Naturally, he wanted his token back, so I went with him to step in once he had done that, only for a man to step in between us, turn to me and declare,..... "I'm going to steal your trolley now". I thought he was being humorous, but no, sure enough he stepped in, making barrier between me and the trolley and took it.

The asked if that really had happened. He was wide mouthed, but probably only half as much as I. I was livid.

Anyway ramble over. In the intervening period I have been able to banish thoughts wishing the rude chap's eggs were all broken, or whatever h e was buying.
Oh well. Tonight is cold cuts from our Sunday roast of beef. Nibbling on it, when putting the joint through the slicer tells me it is still delicious. Yay!

Tomorrow is a new day, and we're forecast ti have dry weather. First world problems, eh?

What a day oh well, as that famous song goes - Things can only get better or was that wetter !