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?

Philistine

This week I'm making DVDs for a new cookery series which is starting in January, so last night I decided to tart up the chocolate pudding and cream with a little grated orange peel trimming.  OH peered at it and said, "What's that?  Carrot?"

How tasty is your skin?

They're back.  Bugger.

To insects I have the tastiest skin on earth.  They especially like the bits of my legs just above the top of the sock line.

Five years ago I got well and truly bitten by horse flies. And before I knew it, they'd turned into leg ulcers.   I went through I don't know how many hospital (dis)appointments before they gave up and I was referred back to my local GP practice nurses (where I clearly should have stayed all along).

And then I had to have triple layer bandaging, which seems to take up half your life.  Half hour appointments, twice a week.  To be honest, it was quite a good chat time.  My main nurse I'd known for years via school, so we just had a good natter. But it does take up quite a lot of your life. 

And the big problem with triple layer bandaging is that the only shoes that fitted were my black Crocs which are a bit on the big side - and NOT AT ALL SUITABLE UNLESS THE WEATHER IS DRY.

So far I have been wearing the compression stockings I still had from last time, but tomorrow I may get told that's not enough.  Fingers crossed, eh?

Oh, and I have antibiotics against a possible infection I have.  To be taken on an empty stomach, or at least two hours since last food.  And no food for another hour after.

So you have to take these meds at a predetermined point within a 3-hour slot.  I'm writing timings down, but it's doing my head in.  At least I seem to be eating about a third of my usual amount because I'm never quite sure where I am within this timescale.  Add that to the fact that the antibiotics might make you a bit "squitty" - and well you're not going to eat when you'll be in a situation where you can't rush off to the loo ...

Counting the pennies

Cheesy Wotsits.  For those of you who know what they are.

On offer in the Co-op for £1.59 a 12-pack of Wotsits.  On the shelf below a 6-pack of Wotsits.  Cost?  £1.61.

Now why would I want to pay 2p more for half the quantity?

Lucky I'm good at maths.