I give you two pictures I saw today which made me laugh:

And:

How much can you divide the populace by their reactions to these two?

Marginal, my eye!

*sighs*  I spent yesterday afternoon in the Eye Hospital (again).  Even though I'd rung up and made an appointment, when I entered the A&E waiting room there were 27 other people there.  Granted some of them were accompanying rather than actual patients, but still a lot.  And you never know whether a real emergency is going to come through the door, and push you all further down the queue.

I now realise that Nick Knowles has gone (probably back) to daytime TV as there was a programme called Perfection on the big screen TV in the waiting room.  I could only hazard a guess as to how this quiz worked as they never turn the sound up enough that you can properly hear it.  And as half of us were sitting there nursing a sore eye then I hope the programme was aimed at a target audience of half deaf, half blind people.

I should perhaps say that I've been wearing glasses since I was 7, and then contact lenses since I was 17.  Without them I cannot even read the big letter at the top.  About five years ago I first got an ulcer on my left eye.  Since then I've had two further ulcers, one on each eye.  They're quite painful, obviously you can't wear lenses, and you become very susceptible to light.  It usually means six weeks of eye drops.  I've also had marginal keratitis (which is what I've got again this time) which is not quite so severe as there's no infection but it still means four weeks of steroid eyedrops.  Which means I have to wear my glasses.  Which are not as good as my lenses.  Which makes me grumpy.

Happy birthday to you and you and you ...

I made chocolate brownies last night as a birthday cake for my daughter who was sent this message yesterday.

Her birthday's actually at the end of July, and her last contact with Scouts was about a year ago.  Sweet though, isn't it?

All chequed out

I wrote a cheque this week for my allotment rent.

The stubs in my cheque book revealed that the last cheque I wrote before that was a year ago - for my allotment rent last year.

These days I do virtually all my banking online or paying by debit card.  No wonder youngsters today have no idea how to write a cheque.

How many cheques have you written recently?

Be careful who you know

 

A month or two ago OH got a form that he (didn't bother to) fill in from the BBC (as he's now a BBC pensioner, I'm not because I took all my pension out whilst I could but he wasn't allowed to) asking whether he'd been affected by the Savile situation..

 

Then yesterday there seemed to be a bit of a shot in foot situation.

 

My youngest quite liked The Tweenies.  But he liked Jake:

 

 

 

 

 

Apologies but I did have to rescue him from under the end of the bed.  JS had nothing to do with that.

 

 

 

I can't get out of the house!

Finally, I have managed to persuade pictures into Blogger again.  This is the view from my front door.  That bush is usually about 8 foot up, but the weight of snow has brought it down to less than 3 foot:

And this is the view from across the road.  Yes, there is a house behind there!

 

 

This is the view up the road:

 

And this is the view from the pavement.  As you can see the postie's been already - he must have been a limbo dancer.

 

 

And just as a curiousity, we have scaffolding outside our house and some of the snow is attached to the underside of it which gives it a rather decorative appearance.  In fact from further away it looks like a giant spider's web.

 

 

 

 So how is the snow with you?

 

 

I texted my son to tell him to take care because the snow on the roads would be icy.  Predictive text turned that into the pony on the roads would be gay. 

 

 

 

I remember going there

I saw a news item yesterday about the museum of costume in Bath which is celebrating its 50th anniversary in 2013.

I remember visiting there as a child, but as it must have opened in 1963 and I left home in 1971 then it would have been a fairly new museum when I went.  Not that I realised, although I suppose that's because it's housed in a much older building.

I remember getting several of these which I carefully coloured in and cut out. 

Did I mention my highest grade at 'O' Level was for Needlework?