The nightingale rating

Have discussed with hubby that he gets 7.4 out of 10 for nursing me. He gained plus points for pandering to my requirements of a smoked ostritch sarnie (which was smoked cheese with salami in the end) buying me fizzy sweets. He lost some points for not wearing a nurses outfit, berating me for spending my own money, and for making my porridge lumpy. Otherwise he has been excellent.

Apparently its busier than Grand Central Station here

according to Hubby. Thats because he has been having to asnwer the door to sign for / lug about the stuff I have been ordering. The great thing is that I am still able to surf web, use paypal and still have a good taste in what looks good. Personally I think he is just worried that he may have to change the batteries on the doorbell.

I must admit in the four days or so I have been bored I have sprinkled my money love generously.

He keeps coming in now every hour asking if I require refreshments etc, glances nervously at my screen and asks me if I have ordered anything new.

Blast from the past

My darling son has just reminded me that the cushions are actually luncheon sausage in hungary. He is right, luncheon sausage bought at the butchers is covered in polka dot paper. Wonder what he will be dreaming of tonight?

Bolstering

Still dont have the brain power to tackle the New Scientist, Focus, Time Magazine, The Econimist etc which languishes by my bedside. Have therefore taken old worn out towels and made Charlotte some cushions for her bed. I think they look quite nice, if she does not like them it will go well with the red velvet chair in our bedroom. The eagle eyes amongst you will no doubt spot the temporary hairbands / random bits of string holding the cushions in place. The highlight of tomorrow will be to finish them off.

अपडेट

So, apparently according to my good doctor friend I am allowed to double the all powerful anti inflamatories and add some iron into the daily tablet concoction.

Today, in an effort to make the "milestone" walk into the town bearable, I threw down two anti inflamatories and an out of date iron tablet. normally I would wiki the potential side effects of taking medicines 3 years out of date, but today we are living dangerously.

Hobbled into the village, the 5 min walk took nearer twenty, had to rest up every 20 meters. Good start though, we managed a quick drink in a pub we had not tried and walked home even slooooooooower.

Now I am going to start the sock pairing. Good thing I am an active sort eh?

Charlottes hair is long enough now

I have managed to re-create the Princess Leia look, oh yes. Knew it was only a matter of time!

Tomorrow it will be Heidi/alpine stylie tribute. Will plait her hair and get it to frame her oh so mischievous (and gorgeous) face.

A word on the church thing

I have spent a long time pondering today, its either a choice of watching the olympics closing ceremony and highlights of the two weeks again (whilst listening to the totally negative BBC), reading one of my mags (which I dont yet have the brainpower to do) or just sit here, stare out ahead and think think think.

If I had to re-organise the church service it would be the following:

1. We would sit there and sing MJ songs like Heal the World, Earth Song, or other inspirational / emotive songs such as Wires, Dr Who theme tune (trust me, the oldies will be able to hum that one). You get my drift, none of this song 343 from dust ridden page 276 of the hymn book that noone can be bothered to open.

2. We would not be read to, personally whenever the reading for Paul or Peter the Corinthians comes on, I switch off. We would instead, have readings to ourselves of novels which are inspirational to us, it could be a coffee book table, a travelogue, memoirs, it really does not matter, as long as it has touched you on some level, bring it along. I would take the Red Tent, I would give a brief synopsis of the book and then read the last 3 pages of the book, garunteed to have me sobbing for at least an hour. Either that or the little prince.

3. We would not drink wine or have a wafer. Dont know what to do as an alternative, perhaps all make a loaf of bread? With me, I never have enough wine to wash down the wafer which gets caught in my throat every time.

4. We would talk about local issues, not just the sick and needy but the issues actually impacting our daily lives, for instance the proposal to biuld a 3rd supermarket on the high street, or the lack of things for teenagers to do around the village. We would then have to come up with a plan before the next church meeting, two weeks, to take it forward.

5. I would gather the most premenstrual women in the village as bell ringers, do your worst ladies. I am sure there will be a queue.

6. Er, think thats it.

Answers on a postcard please.