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Ahh friends can do that sort of thing.

True, very true, lol :))




C******!

hope you get other half back safely JC!


and that you have a supply of good red wine in for YOU


and as for that C******


............. you should hear/see what she says to me!!



she accused me yesterday of being drunk because I fell after I'd got off the bus .................... well, what she actually said was "I've told Sylvia before that she shouldn't drink"

and I've been completely teetotal for over a year.



take care

Yeah....and the rest....I mean, falling off a bus! What a likely tale...:)) Cx

oh dearest janey, well you have cheeredme up a lot. i just love the way you relate all the details in the most humerous way, i love it.
having said it was so funny, i guess no1 probably wasnt laughing at all he had been through!!! i hope all goes well and he comes back real soon.

in my life i am a walking disaster for everything i walk past in the supermarket either falls of the shelf, by itself or i manage to pick up the sugar or washing powder that always has a hole in the bottom. i am like a magnet for accidents waiting to happen.

i mean last sunday my cooker blew up,yes it did, followed by the hairdryer and little one dropped the digital camera which is beyond repair and it wasnt even a full moon lol !!!!
so never a dull moment in this house.

seriously i hope no1 makes a full recovery and everything will be back to normal soon(whatever that is lol)

florence

At least you still have one pair of good eyes between you Janey...:)

Still laughing,sorry my friend but you do a good telling.

Laugh and the world laughs with you.

I would send you a hug but I know you hate them as much as I do sending them so I wont waste my time or yours.

And I suppose people will think you're my friend too now, FBG. Rooodness, I swan. ... Now, if you hugged No.1, his eye might pop. It's got an air bubble inside it instead of eye stuff. There's an experiment ...

So, heeee's baaaaack. You're just lucky it isn't him telling the tale. He really doesn't cope quite as well. Especially with the diabetes police, as he calls them, visiting him hourly to carp about his glucose readings -- when he's been under their control since yesterday a.m., and they're the ones who left him without insulin, or food, for 24 hours (from bedtime Saturday to post-op Sunday night). He's normally as entertaining as I (of course), he just does even less well with annoying strangers.

Unfortunately, FBG, is the right eye that's ready for the dust heap in both of us! We could link arms and walk in circles ...

But his surgeon says everything went perfectly. Next apptmt tomorrow. Oh, and no travelling for 3 weeks. ;)


Flo61 -- at least your genes seem to involve doing dire things to objects and not yourself! I'm pretty safe around objects, me. It's limbs and other body parts that I suck at. Broke leg falling off playground equipment; broke elbow - yes, funny bone - falling off tricycle (imagine that humiliation, at age 5). Broke foot falling off sidewalk at the mall. Broke same bone in same foot falling off sister's driveway. Mum broke leg falling out back door, smashed up shoulder terribly falling off bicycle at about 45, tripped on pavement in Stoke Newington and landed on head at 65 ... yup, it's all in those genes!

Telegram to Janey. Greetings, wish No 1 speedy recovery. Please send Canadian 2x4 cedar plank poste haste. Needed for possible application to OH in Oz. Signed Aunty

The OH has macular degeneration which is responding to treatment. At last visit to specialist OH was told he has a cataract forming. This will be dealt with when the MD is under control.

Everyone on this planet accepts that smoking is a major cause of this type of eye disease. Except my OH.

So now I have a choice. Nag, nag, nag about giving up smoking again. And suffer the consequence of living with the MONSTER. Then dispose of him myself when I can stand the stresses and strains of that existence. Or let nature take it's course and live in comparative peace in the meantime.

Finish him off , or let smoking do it for me. Finish him off or let smoking........

Decisions, decisions, decisions...............

Send Canadian cedar 2 x 4 just in case.

Sylvia's got that 'falling off things' gene. In her case, it's buses :))


JC what the heck were you doing on playground equipment anyway?? You should know better at your age.


tuts in disbelief.

Ah yes, I neglected to mention age for that playground one. Seven, it was. It was a "toy" firepole in the middle of the playground. Climb the steps to the platform, reach out and grab the pole, step through the hole in the platform, slide 10 feet down the pole. All went well the first time, except I hung on too tight and didn't so much slide down as squeak down. So the second time I thought I wouldn't hold on so tight. Ah, if only parents could read their children's minds. At the bottom of the pole was concrete. I acquired a new joint in my leg. Thigh bone broken clean through.

I don't know whether I've ever fallen off a bus. I'd imagine. I mean, wouldn't everyone have done?

Oh, I did a good one a couple of weeks ago. Woke up on the chesterfield, had to pee, didn't bother finishing waking up first, made it around the coffee table (thank goodness; that way lay a bookshelf laden in heavy and glass objects), made a left and headed across a thankfully open stretch of carpet at a good clip, caught one toe in the other pyjama leg, and next thing I knew I was face down on said carpet. Like a BC cedar at the hands of Nelson Eddy. The appropriate response, when I considered it a brief moment, seemed to be to wail, so I wailed. Later that day, when I mentioned it to No.1, he said: Oh, maybe that's what woke me up.

I locked myself out the other day, pretty much the first time ever. Got next door and had no key for my office, and much work to be finished before 9 a.m. It took me 20 minutes of leaning on the doorbell and pounding on the door to attract his attention.

Did you pee yourself?

Sue xx

AuntyS: feed him frozen spinach. I've been meaning to offer up my frozen favourite spinach recipes. After I find my slide rule.

My dad had macular degeneration, and it's a little bit hereditary. I should eat more frozen spinach. And smoking nags should have to eat frozen spinach for breakfast, lunch and supper.

I just about did now, SueMaid.

What rude people I know!

"smoking nag" joins the debate...


Can anyone tell me where I can get a herbal cigarette filled with frozen spinach?

And, more to the point, will I enjoy it?

Sue x

Probably not, Sue.

Sue xx

Ah, Sue Maid, but will it contribute to my five a day, that's the question.......

Sue x

Well, the trick with frozen spinach is to thaw it and then squish it, in small handfuls, to get out the water (and probably all the nutrients to, I'd imagine).

Now, to get the full benefits of this thing you wish to smoke, you should dip it first in tinned tomatoes, another of not-quite-nature's miracle foods. Perhaps roll it in a moistened chapati.

Then dry thoroughly, I would imagine.

I think I'd add some good-quality curry powder to the spinach before rolling. Enjoy with a chicken sandwich, and it should approximate one of my favourite dinners, chicken saag.

Spinach? A Paediatrician said 25 years ago that it didn't contribute iron to the system, but actually collected the 'spare' and helped its way out of the body Have they changed their minds??

The moistened chapati is where I've been going wrong, Janey

I was trying to moisten a poppadom, and it never quite worked.

Sue x

Well suzian, a naan would have been my personal preference, but then it would have seem so much easier just to eat the danged thing. ;)

Spinach, DET, is high in one of those special vitamin thingies, lutein or selenium or one of them, that are thought to protect against macular degeneration. They say frozen because by the time spinach has sat around in your fridge for a few days it's lost a lot of its vitamin thingies, whereas the frozen is preserved at its freshest. Ditto for the tinned tomatoes, I gather from recently googling this ancient folk wisdom. ;)

One of the last times I was at my current ophthalmologist's (I just feel like I have to wipe my lower lip after saying that, even in my head), I hit a technician person who was one of those "anything you've got ..." I was whining in my amusing way about my eye travails, and how everything that could ever possibly go wrong had done it in my eye. She one-upped me with macular degeneration; did I have that? She did. Ah, I said, just wanting to bond with her a little as one does in one's own interests in such situations, my dad did have, and was she eating her frozen spinach? And she one-upped me with the husband who'd eaten so much spinach he got iron poisoning or however she put it. I gave up at that point.