ianpspurs
Oracle
Can work in the evenings when I watch sport on this device sometimes I don't need sound but MIL has usually gone to bed by then. Hug for the feeling of frustration.
Can work in the evenings when I watch sport on this device sometimes I don't need sound but MIL has usually gone to bed by then. Hug for the feeling of frustration.I know how you feel @ianpspurs
I have had a similar thing long ago.
And I can still feel the build up of frustration and everything that went with it.
I think it is reasonable you wear headphones or EarPods for when you need some peace from the sounds.
Thanks @jjraak@gennepher ..
How horrible
Since my Ebike I don't think people are particularly watching me, though I can see how in this circumstance you'd feel that way.
But the world is full of chancers it seems
Those always on the look out for easy gains.
Only comfort I can offer, if s thank god you were out when they came
Hate to think how that might have ended with you exiting the house like a banshee at them.
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I am so sorry @gennepher. That is truely dreadful. How the blazes did the thieves know about your wormery?Last week was not my week.
This week my 'luck' has to change.
I was not going to write about it, but changed my mind.
I was expecting a packet, not my order because I have all my packets and parcel delivered elsewhere, but someone decided to send me something, even though I had said nothing to be delivered to my address.
I was out at the beginning of the week to sort out the prescription, and so had to leave the gate unlocked while I was out so it could be left in my 'safe' place.
I came back to the unthinkable for me.
My wormery had been stolen, but just the contents, the black bin had been left. It is a massive black bin and was full of thousands of thousands of thousands of worms and good soil, which was for my new hanging basket vegetable garden for next year. My new hanging vegetable basket garden will not be happening now.
What was very scary was the black wormery bin was wiped totally clean inside, not one wriggly worm remained. The thieves had scooped out all the soil and worms, not tipped the black dustbin up, or taken the whole lot, but meticulously taken out every bit of soil and worm, but left the straw and fine wire mesh stuff at the bottom of the bin.
The thieves had to have driven their van(?) and backed it up to my gate to work unseen.
I never go out on regular days.
How did they even know that wormery was there? It cannot be seen from the road, and neither could any one have seen me put stuff in it.
This wormery is over 10 years of hard work to build it up to this level, and I was about to split it up and start another one. It meant I did not have to buy any rubbish garden soil or fertiliser and I always had a good constant crop of healthy vegetables, free apart from a few seed packets.
All gone now. I cannot be self sufficient with vegetables any more. All wiped out. I cannot start again, it will be a few years to get even remotely some of that level of worms and soil again, and I would have to reinvest with a supply of tiger worms again. And the likelihood is I may not be around long enough.
Hopping mad doesn't even describe me at the moment.
The bit that scared me was the immaculately clean inside of that large wormery bin wiped immaculately clean. My instant reaction, because my brain couldn't compute, was Scotty has beamed up my worms - and this statement is not meant to be humourous. It would have been carefully wiped clean because of all the new impending baby worms on the sides of the wormery bin.
Someone knew what they were doing. How? This is a level/stage up from the scrap men scaling our gates and stealing iron from our gardens, which does happen.
I am still gobsmacked. I haven't felt secure or safe since. My gate is locked the entire time I am in. I am still waiting for this parcel which I did not order myself. And consequently on Saturday the gate was unlocked. I was feedin a stray cat (who didn't look well) in the kitchen. The kitchen door was shut and locked because my gate was unlocked for the parcel. Then the stray cat stopped and froze, but looked at me first. I froze too, because I didn't know what the cat was alerting me to. By the way, my kitchen curtains are frosted, but let the light in, so no scally/conman can see me from the street. The sun was shining and so it threw a shadow against my curtains. It should have only been the postman putting my parcel in my safe box (which I had checked moments earlier when I let the cat in, and there was nothing in it).
But the stature of the shadow was not the postman.
I watched the shadow go to the safe box, heard him (he was a tall solid person you would not want to tackle, the postman is shorter more weedy looking if he casts a shadow on my frosted curtains) lift the lid (I was wearing my hearing processor), and I heard the lid being replaced, and him going out of the gate and the click of the gate. I went out immediately, but no one or strange car was to be seen.
I am leaving the gate open this morning for one last day, because it is meant to be delivered by today. Friend says the seller says it hasn't been marked as delivered yet. But the postman often doesn't bother to do that....
I have had to order some more security stuff. I already have some. But I want some noise stuff which attracts attention if I have an intruder. My trail camera got stolen from outside...
Am ordering some stuff today.
This makes me feel vulnerable and jumpy. And hopping mad. I am not scared, I am done with the scared bit, although my body feels very stressed.
Edit: Daughter in Australia has given me ideas how to hide the new trail cameras for the front which will arrive tomorrow (at a collection point). How did you think of that I asked? I'm an engineer mum, that's my job...
The pet you'll never forget @SlimLizzy.Maybe I should gave been more specific in my post.
Errant was a stray cat I adopted. He was injured, limping, missing many teeth and part of his jaw, had a serious chest infection, fleas, worms and ear mites. Unable to hunt he was being chased from place to place by the resident cats, having to fight (often losing ) for any food left out. We think he had been scavenging bin bags. Known to be in the area for for three years he was gradually starving. Extremely nervous, it took nearly a year before he stopped hiding as soon as he saw me.
During the quiet of confinement he gradually came to trust me. Mr Slim was in UK at this time. So Errant was my only companion for some months. I protected him from the neighbours cat, who was larger and a lot fitter, with a water pistol, until she gave in and allowed him my garden as his territory.
It became clear from Errants behaviour that he had been a pet at some time in his past. Feral cats don't open doors or enjoy laps. Nor allow ear drops without protest.
When Mr Slim returned he accepted Errant and was very careful not to frighten him. Soon they were best friends.
Since Errant no longer needed to travel long distances or fight to find food he gained weight and condition. The infection required two courses of antibiotics. He stopped limping and was actually able to jump onto a chair or lap. Even to run a few steps. It was so rewarding. We watched him closely and celebrated every new achievement, almost as if he were a child growing up.
During the second confinement he came with us to UK, where we were trapped for seven months, living in a motorhome.
On returning to France, Errant was happy in his tiny territory. He had no need to roam and was nearly always beside one or other of us, wherever we were working. Loud and sudden noises didn't bother him. Drills, food processors, even the lawnmower.
However, he did need to maintain his territorial boundaries, to do this a cat walks round it usually twice a day leaving their scent in several different ways.
Errant used to walk along the outside of the front hedge on this side of the road and then come back inside the garden.
(Kiki also does this but on the other side of the road)
One day he came back limping, I thought he had been fighting. We took him to the vet two days later when his voice suddenly become a whisper. Antibiotics were ineffective. Back to the vet. This time an x-ray showed multiple pellets, one lodged right by his voicebox. The vet said it was too dangerous to operate and gave him more antibiotics.
Errant died of lead poisioning a month later.
Both MrSlim and I were heartbroken.
This was three years ago, but I still miss him.
Thank you for sharing an action-packed nighttime wildlife video @gennepher and stunning Kaleider kaleidodcopes.Fbg 6,9
Nighttime wildlife video
Badgers & Fox (Foxy Loxy who has visited my garden for 2 years)
33 secs
Creative...a photo I just took, and some kaleider kaleidoscopes from it.
Night night. Sweet Dreams.
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Thank you @LivingLightlyI am so sorry @gennepher. That is truely dreadful. How the blazes did the thieves know about your wormery?
Is there an organic gardeners society in your locality? They will be certain to have members that run wormeries and could help start you off again, so you can at least have a means of composting vegetable peelings, egg shells and other kitchen waste.
In return, you can warn their members to be on their guard. The thieves are not going to stop at one wormery!
Monday's FBG 4.2 mmol /L on waking at 6.00 am.
Thank you @LivingLightly for watching the video and for the kaleidoscope compliment I appreciate it.Thank you for sharing an action-packed nighttime wildlife video @gennepher and stunning Kaleider kaleidodcopes.
Monday's FBG 4.2 mmol /L on waking at 6.00 am.
He did indeed sneak in. It had been decades since I had lived with a cat. Finding the grief at losing yet another one almost unbearable, i had made a conscious decision not to open myself to that pain again.So sorry to hear errants sad tale .
Cats & dogs, just natural thieves.
Sneak into our lives and steal our hearts.
Blessed despite the hurt, to have such lovely memories of our little fur babies..<love>
Errant had been a stray for at least three years. He was eight years old at his official adoption. We enjoyed his loving companionship for just over two years and should have had many more years with him.The pet you'll never forget @SlimLizzy.
Animals worm their way into your heart and if anything happens to them it's just like losing a member of your family. The manner in which Errant died makes his loss all the more painful.
Monday's FBG 4.2 mmol /L on waking at 6.00 am.
That was service indeed, @JohnEGreen, but then, a loose handrail is dangerous, so just as well.5.5 this morning things are looking up temperature 11 degrees and no rain.
Over the weekend the hand rail on the stairs had come away from the wall as I was dragging myself upstairs luckily I was able to stop myself falling so no harm done, yesterday reported it to the housing association and they said they would send someone out to repair it within twenty four hours so at about half past nine last night was thinking to myself well 24 hours would probably mean sometime on Tuesday and that would be OK but then at 10 o’clock knock on the door and it was a guy come to fix the railing was amazed and very pleasantly surprised.
Actually @jjraak - knowing how determined @gennepher is - I think that it would have ended very badly for them.Hate to think how that might have ended with you exiting the house like a banshee at them.
As has been said before, Ian, we are here for you. Let it all out on us, we can take it and it will help you.Morning all from L.A. where it is definitely Fall. My fbg was 4.6 and stayed there until I needed food for my meds. Today I had h/m Keto granola (50 gms) and kefir (100 mls) before taking meds. I'm not sure if that's any use for anything other than pure self-deception but I gave it a go. By about 2.00 pm bg will be, for me, running riot seemingly due to the impact of steroids and Doxycycline, but returns to trend by late evening and behaves all night. Attempting to balance LC with protein, nutrients, vitamins and calories takes away most of the joy from what God has so bountifully provided. Eating seems to have become (who am I kidding, it is) - an over complicated spreadsheet and bg checking exercise far removed from pleasure. @gennepher thank you for sharing the video and kaleidoscope. @JohnEGreen you deserve a hug for the lucky escape with that hand rail and a winner for the timely repair. Sorry about sharing the MIL post with y'all but it needed to go somewhere other than round and round in my head as that would only have ended badly. Wherever possible enjoy your day but if so be you can't accept that like us all this life is imperfect. Everyone has a plan util they get hit in the mouth.
Thanks @Annb. I can't help feeling guilty for even allowing those thoughts/feelings headroom. It feels like I'm giving the tempter an easy way in but I also can't lie about how I feel. I would suspect there are deeper issues but Penguin paperback psychology will tell you anything you want to hear and utterly wreck your mind. I'm pretty sure my childhood was textbook - no couch needed thanks - and afaic all my marbles are in my tin: your mileage may vary obviously.As has been said before, Ian, we are here for you. Let it all out on us, we can take it and it will help you.
Oh, I fully agree @Krystyna23040Actually @jjraak - knowing how determined @gennepher is - I think that it would have ended very badly for them.
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