It always happens to me.

As you may or may not be aware,my daughter,grandson and me were due to go on holiday to Scratby,a small place just up the road from Great Yarmouth.We didn't expect much,we had only paid £100 for five nights(usual price is £135 for 7 nights) just a little chalet not to far from the beach an onsite clubhouse for the evenings and shared indoor pool with the neighbouring site.
We arrived about 11am and noted that the site looked 'tired' but not awful,we unlocked the door to the chalet and we were horrified,before we could take up residence the place needed scrubbing,door handles and cracks needed fixing and the radiator needed reattaching to the chalet wall,rotten out of date food needed throwing away etc etc.
We thought that perhaps we could spend the rest of the first day cleaning so decided to actually drive around the site and look at the clubhouse and shared facilities,I took one look at the clubhouse and the Peterboro' wing of the EDL sprang to mind,worn out St Georges flags on the corners of a decidedly scruffy very small clubhouse advertising sky tv and cheap beer,the shared facilities were not in the stated walking distance and were just as worn out looking as everything else.See this link for some piccies.
We started ringing around,the only place we could find with vacancies was the Vauxhall caravan park in Yarmouth,the price however was £386 for the 5 nights,daughter and I couldn't manage to spare that much and so we rang the woman who owned the chalet to tell her we wouldn't be staying and that we would be returning the key forthwith.She kindly volunteered to refund' some' of our money,I wish I had been the one talking to her instead of my daughter.
My daughters hubby then rang to say he was leaving for Italy(he and his brother were driving there for the grand prix hence the holiday for us)My Daughter got really upset on the phone to him and bless his little socks he promptly used the money he had saved for a casino visit to pay for a stay at the Vauxhall.It turns out that the Vauxhall park is so expensive because they are hosting the Elvis festival 2012.........I really don't like Elvis' music but I had great fun being quietly mean about all the paraphernalia involved in being a fan,handbags,t-shirts,belt buckles,dresses and 70 year olds with jet black hair and winkle pickers....there was a non-Elvis entertainment room there as well so no real problems there,except some kind person gave grandson Rory an Elvis doll and as Rory was sharing the double bed with nanny I also had to sleep with Elvis. Overall this holiday in a caravan has ended up costing £100 a night.......
The tip of the day is to never book a holiday via an individual who is advertising on the internet.

It's been a while....

I really struggle now to put together more than the 140 characters allowed on twitter,but thought I should try.

The MS nurse rang today to tell me I was due my yearly review,I explained that either my brain fog was worse or there was a mistake as I had only seen an MS nurse in February and I know I haven't slept that long.

After a brief chat she said goodbye and we hung up,my breathing suddenly became laboured as it is wont to do at this time of year,so I grabbed the old inhaler and very expertly sucked an earwig into my tubes..........much hacking and horror later the bloody thing crawled away as I was gasping like a fish out of water and all I could think about was this post by BendyGirl.
Still I survived so all is well.
In 11 days grandson will be 2 years old followed shortly by a whole sack load of other birthdays.
BIG ANNOUNCEMENT I am having a holiday,my first since 1993 yes it is 19 years since I last went away,I am off to the exciting California sands near GT Yarmouth to stay in a chalet with daughter and grandson for six days on the 6th sept........yay woohoo.........

PS.
That isn't the actual earwig,that is an endangered one from here.

Bugger the inheritance, you're going in a home!!!

My mother rang me yesterday.

That woman will wear me down,she has a rather scary health situation going on,she has to have a bladder biopsy as during another procedure they spotted a red shiny patch in there,fair enough she is afraid, I do have some sympathy you know,well I did have....
She proceeded to talk me through some mythical torture she is about to endure and for some really bizarre reason which I really don't get she then told me she is worried that she will be the exception that breaks the rule because Mary Archer had bladder cancer and was treated and survived.She then proceeded to tell me about her cousin who had never smoked or drunk but had died of throat cancer in nineteen hundred and frozen to death 1954 I didn't tell her about throat cancer and HPV  she does seem to be taking her health advice from the daily mail of all places.........
She then started to tell me she was really sorry but she had forgotten Poppy's fourth birthday(my granddaughter her great granddaughter) and was I coming to her birthday tea,it is on Sunday the 9th of October as she expects to be unwell for a few days after"my birthday on the first" so I say "oh don't forget Sam's birthday on the fifth will you",which she completely ignores,so she will forget poor Sam's birthday again this year,it is at this point that I somehow manage to disconnect the phone from the socket and it takes me two or three minutes to plug it back in thanks to a tangle of cables and my disability,when I have reconnected I have a listen to see if she is still there or if I should ring her back,she hasn't even noticed my absence and is still waffling about her birthday and I won't forget will I ? how can I bloody forget you have sicked father on me so I have had to buy an expensive original newspaper from your birth date,I am also having to supply the cake and she will yet again forget her granddaughters birthday,on top of which all through my illness and disablement over the last couple of years she has never once said"how are you" or "how are you feeling" no matter how much pain I am in or how many walking sticks etc I have had to use or even how effing terrified I have been.

Oh by the way,I appear to have a previously unseen genetic problem,I have a switched letter instead of  a G I have a T it is fairly near the dodgy sequences that cause HSP although they don't yet know what the likely outcome of this will be,so now all the kids and grandkids will need testing as no one else in the family is known to have any problems it must have been a de novo error when I was made.

Look a gratuitous picture of my gorgeous granddaughter in her party frock.

Unwell,unemployed and moaney,

Well that did a lot of good,or rather not,all tests come back negative,no leukodystrophies,heritable spastic paraparesis or rare copper metabolism problems,no thyroid or diabetic issues and no neuro-syphilis ,in fact I am perfectly healthy except I don't function properly,it would seem according to docs that I have either an unknown neurological condition or MS that just isn't testing positive.This exciting news means that I can expect absolutely no treatment for the time being,In fact I am currently getting less relief than last week.
I went to my GP to ask again if I can have any help with my seriously debilitating fatigue,she promptly took me off the antispasmodic baclofen as 'they can cause fatigue' I explained I had suffered with fatigue on and off for several years before any other symptoms showed themselves to no avail,I am now fatigued and full of cramps,spasms and spasticity.......
Daughter has gone off to Australia for her year,various members of the family saw her off from Heathrow,Rory and his daddy found a taxi to play in whilst there

she is such a busy bee,instead of having some fun she starts an accounts job Thursday, less than a fortnight after arriving! She has sent back picture of beaches and fruit bats and cockatoos via facebook and hopefully we will be arranging a skype schedule for video calls,don't tell her I said so but I miss her nightly moany phone calls.

Her moggies are well settled now and have arranged a truce with my Lucifer cat,in fact Claude her slightly simple cat has developed a fondness for my crochet blankie in progress and Charley the big ginger and white cat has taken possession of my sheepskin rug.

Life in the strange lane.

I am still waiting for the results of my LP, MRI and what seemed like 8000 blood tests that were all done at Addenbrookes on 17th march.
I usually see a neuro at my more local hospital,so I rang there again today to see what was going on.
The neurology department haven't even bothered turning off their answerphone today!
So I took things into my own hands,I rang Addenbrookes where the tests were done,they sent the test results to my local hospital on 12th April and cannot give me the results over the phone,but the really lovely lady I spoke to is going to fax the results to my GP ,I am then seeing a doctor on Friday.........not my usual GP she is on maternity leave(I am doomed,my life is never simple)
Now you may think I am kicking up a lot of fuss,but things don't seem to move along unless I kick them :-)
The reason behind all this is my beautiful  grandson,I just want to be sure I don't have a leukodystrophy that could kick in and affect him badly.I am sure you have all heard of Lorenzo's oil and therefore adrenoleukodystrophy.
As it stands I still think I have MS albeit an unusual presentation or I have conversion/functional/software disorder.
I swear I have probably read more neurology books,papers and ideas than some neurologists have.
Things are moving along on daughter off to Australia area too,I now have her two moggies in residence and they are being fairly good,although Claude, the small village idiot version of a cat, just cannot work out a catflap so, is having to have a litter tray for now,much to my disgust.
Sarah is doing her rounds of goodbyes and doesn't yet know we are springing a big get together on her on Sunday ahead of her leaving the following weekend.
I am to become redundant as of 21st of this month,I rang the social who tell me I can apply after the 16th.
It is quite frightening to think that if my health doesn't improve I may never be offered work again.
Sid my oldest ex battery hen is really showing signs of slowing down now,I expect she won't quite make the second anniversary of her release on the 16th May.

I am a slacker.

I really do mean to blog more often,honest guv.
Trouble is I rarely feel up to the brain effort involved.
So here we go on a massive catch up.
Daughter Sarah whose new baby died last year has now broken up with her partner and has decided she needs a break and time away,we have all encouraged her to such an extent that she is selling up and going to Australia on a working visa for a year.It will be absolutely the thing for her.Unfortunately guess who gets to foster her two cats for a year? yup as of the 22nd of April I will have my one evil moggy and her two in residence.
I went for my day on the the neurology ward at Addenbrookes hospital,they obviously have a different meaning for the word day .......I was there by 7.30 having an MRI before 8am and had had my lumbar puncture and 17 blood tests and was on my way home by 10.30 am.Why the letter said anything about a doctor  I don't know ,I didn't even see a passing neurologist,I did however see the nurse practitioner who told me I was walking badly(I thought I was having a good day)took my bloods,she seemed very nice except she managed to avoid telling me what my blood tests were for no matter how often I asked,I found this quite belittling to be honest.Still the reading matter was entertaining in the waiting room.Yes this is a photo of the available selection !I won't get any test results for at least another week,I am just dreading the thought I may have something hereditary that I may have passed to the kids and grandkids.

A week or so ago I had an incident with my bicycle,the chain snapped,got caught in the wheel and the bike immediately threw me in a hedge,I looked around and saw no one was looking(phew) then spent ten minutes trying to disentangle disobedient legs from the bike,the poor thing is so worn out that replacing the chain makes no sense as the gears and brakes etc are all shot,it is going to be cheaper to buy a new one.This incident got me in quite a tizzy though as I cannot walk far enough to get to work I have a borrowed friends daughters bike(bicycle Chinese whispers there) for the minute.
I have just found out I am losing my job at the end of May(not related to neurological issues) The boss has said that as I will probably only get a weeks redundancy pay would it be worth her getting rid of me ostensibly for health reasons,I am not very brave and told her today that I would prefer the legitimate route and will fight it out with the benefits system when the time comes.
Bruce my tiny light Sussex bantam hen sadly died yesterday,she went to sleep and didn't wake up,she had a good life though,almost fourteen years of free roaming and meal-worms,if only all hennies could have it that easy.
Today it was brought home to me just how badly I walk,there was something of a head wind as I was cycling home from work,so I got off and started walking,doing my usual and using the bike as somewhat of a walking aide.A chap stopped his car and came up to me and said"are you alright dear? do you need me to push the bicycle anywhere for you" I thanked him for his kindness and explained that I didn't need any help.
The funny thing is I can walk perfectly normally if I am walking backwards,just shows that it is the wiring not the legs that are broken.



Pictures stolen from here http://www.berryreview.com/2008/04/25/new-blackberry-line-running-late/
and here http://www.partydelights.co.uk/themes/australia-day-decorations.aspx

Mouse jerky,normal brain and life as usual.

I know, I know I haven't blogged in ages,still here it is,so make the most of it.
So in reverse order(except my brain bit),Sarah my middling daughter was 25 yesterday,it has been a very difficult year for her,first losing her baby boy then her relationship broke up,let's hope this year is better for her.
Although I am an avowed atheist I have always celebrated christmas as it helps distract from the terrible dark days of midwinter and how down that time of year can leave you,this years plan was that Sarah,Sammy and James and baby Rory would come for lunch and that Becky,Ray ,Poppy and new baby Willow would just visit for a while in the morning and then go home for a little family fun,except as usual plans went awry,Becky and co arrived and Becky was almost asleep,Willow had had her up since 1am..........so being a wonderful mummy I said oh stay for lunch here,we always have plenty.So stay they did,we had the dining table strategically placed so that one person could perch on the arm of the sofa and someone else sat on an upturned bin.
Between the whole herd of us we only drank one bottle of bubbly,two breast feeding mummies,two drivers and me who is wibbly wobbly enough without too much booze,but we had a whale of a time,auntie Sarah had brought Poppy a set of 'musical' instruments,watch the video,musical isn't the word I would use but still it was fun.

 

I finally heard from the hospital on the 11th of this month,they sent me a letter which said

"Dear Mrs That_Woman,

I am writing with the results of your recent MRI head scan.The scan was normal with no evidence of inflammation affecting the brain.I would like to see you again in clinic where we can discuss this further and decide if you need any further investigations.

I hope my letter finds you well

with kind regards

yours sincerely

Dr Useless Neurologist."

I will give her "finds you well" useless ruddy woman.

She doesn't say when I have an appointment or even hint at how long one will take.Although my new favourite GP may have snuck into the pooter system and informed me my appointment will be in bloody June .

I am slowly getting better thanks to previously mentioned super-GP who gave me a course of steroids which seem to have helped.The neurologist though has done absolutely nothing to alleviate my symptoms and only the most basic tests (two MRIs and some electrical tests).No drugs to relieve the spasticity which made me unable to walk unaided more than a few yards at one stage,suffering appalling spasms/cramps,vertigo, pain ridden and temperamental.

I feel a campaign coming on,having chatted to other people with undiagnosed neurological problems it seems patient care doesn't really exist in the field of neurology.Grubby is going to help me draft a 'just what do neurologists do' type letter to hand to her at my next appointment.

I have booked an eye test as I am having some real eye problems at the moment,they may well see something neuro going on too.It has taken me all day to write this as I can only watch the screen for a few minutes at a time.

Now we get to the mouse jerky,don't read this if you are eating.

A few weeks ago I could smell the unmistakeable scent of deceased mouse,I searched high and low while cursing the idiot cat who brings them in and releases them,I couldn't find a body and the smell disappeared,so I naturally assumed the mouse was under the floorboards becoming mummified.Oh no,the cat has been scratching incessantly at the join between landing and bedroom carpets,so I got out the old tape to do a bodge job and what do I find,a dead, very dry, very flat piece of mouse jerky.

The hens have all grown fine new feathery frocks except fanny the wonder hen,but she doesn't deserve a new frock anyway,I couldn't find her at door shutting time the other week so went on a frantic search of the garden,looked under hedges and in nooks and crannies,it was dark when I gave up,somewhat tearfully I must confess,I fell over in the mud straight onto my backside,I heard a cackle,it was only the wonder hen sitting up a tree snickering at me..........

I had my brain-scan on the 24th of last month the good news is they found a brain,the bad news is no results yet,it amazes me just how long it takes to send some data(scan) from one room in the hospital to another and then how long it takes for someone to look at the results let alone tell me what is wrong with me,but hey they haven't killed me off yet.I just hobble and wobble on alternate days,well that is how it feels to me.
I have lost one of my girls to what the local gamekeeper thinks was a marauding mink, another bruised herself very severely trying to get away from it,so she has been living in a cardboard box full of warm comfy straw being spoon-fed delicious luxury maggots.She is now fully recovered and back out with her friends,sleeping in a secure and predator proof greenhouse.
The cat thinks the cold spell is great,he spends all his time catching hypothermic mice and leaving bits of them lying around for me to step on.........
So really this has been a post to say life is much the same as always.

Gratuitous gorgeous grand-kids picture follows.

The Curious Incident of the Jelly in the car-park

My friend Karla offered me a ride into town and back,more an 'in transit visit' than a serious shopping trip.We ended up at Lidls,obviously wearing our favourite balaclavas so no one would recognise us.
We bought a few bits and pieces then loaded the car and went to pull away,there was the most worrying clunking noise coming from one of the wheels, so we drove back into the car park and had a look and gave all the tyres/wheels a good kick,well Karla did,with my dodgy pins I would have been a heap on the ground had I attempted tyre abuse.  Nothing wrong,pulled away again,clump clump clump went the wheel.....................
There was a nice rowntree's strawberry jelly stuck to the rear tyre,the cause of an awful lot of noise followed by decidedly dodgy jokes and a lot of laughter.
On the subject of laughter,I have been looking round the interwebs trying to self diagnose,now you might think this isn't a good idea but truly when you are really worried there is nothing better than a self diagnosis of Tropical spastic paraparesis,even better I have never been to the 'tropics' in fact no one I know has been in yonks,or how about this  diagnosis Conversion disorder,you see really I am fed up so my brain is pretending my legs hurt to distract me.
Seriously,life does have a lighter side,the kids reckon they will just throw me in nursing home earlier than planned and as for the people I work for,it is starting to be embarrassing when they offer to carry the vacuum around for me or pick up things I drop to save me bending down,just how good can bosses be?

Too much codeine

I have some co-codamol here for shoulder pain whilst I await a response from the local physiodirect bods....
Too much codeine makes one slur and giggle like a tipsy teenager,it does not sit well on my near fifty year old shoulders,in fact tablets having worn off I am now quite embarrassed ,sorry friend Grubby for the strange phone persona..............

I rang the hospital today(several times) as per the recommendation of my GP and lots of friends who think I am  cracking up,I finally got through to my rheumatologist's secretary,she will get back to me,they seem not to have had the results from my MRI which was performed two weeks ago and about a hundred yards from the rheumatology department.
The henny pennies are currently leaving feathers everywhere,I hope they are all feeling silly in their near nakedness a full moult is not a good look.I am however running about the garden gathering the prettier feathers for washing and assembling into a chicken making kit for my fabulous (ignore the false date on the photo,I must nag Sam into setting her camera up properly)granddaughter,seems she hasn't worked out how to make playdough feathers,so I figured the real things and a pritt stick would work wonders.

Oh and here is a gratuitous photo of the increasingly handsome Rory-James.

Handsome boy.

My beautiful new grandson not that consultant with a silly name I saw today.........

Rory has already reached a weight of 10lb 6oz,by the time I have finished typing this up I suspect he will weigh half a ton,he is feeding and growing well(obviously,ickle fatty !) Sam is very tired but doing surprisingly well.


I went to the hospital today for my six monthly visit with the rheumatologist(nice man,silly name).It turns out my intermittently non-functioning legs are not associated with the arthritis,I have given blood samples today,I have had spinal xrays and I have to go back for an  episode with a giant magnetic and some electrocution MRI scan and nerve conduction tests.

Sigh..........

Well still no grandson,daughter has high blood pressure on and off,was due to deliver last Friday and is stressing me no end.They have given our Sam 3 lots of hormone gel 3 times trying to induce labour,they have done a sweep of her cervix and would have broken her waters,except a nearby specialist maternity hospital has closed its doors for some reason so a load of their ladies are at Sam's hospital.So we are playing wait for a gap in the queue for them to set Sam off properly,I have volunteered to stand her on her head and perform a variation on the Heimlich manoeuvre but it wasn't a welcome suggestion.
The old legs hurt,a lot, but aren't swelling anywhere near as much as they were before the magic socks so fingers crossed,I would cross my toes too but there isn't enough room in the socks.
If one more person stops me in the street to suggest magic hand-waving for the legs I will commit murder,the magic hand-wave must be the trendiest current woo.

Well the postman laughed.........

As I explained in no uncertain terms to the loopy theists on my doorstep that unlike my near neighbours, I wasn't eighty with a terminal illness,nor did I have mental health problems I am in fact completely not vulnerable,but sadly did not have several hours free to explain the error of their ways(I really wanted to chase away the black clad vultures),mind you the postman was delivering a letter from BT offering to flog me a sports tv package,they really ought to check what their customers are up to before they waste so much on mass mailings.
I am one of their not so well off broadband customers,this means they charge me £4.50 a quarter because I pay my bill quarterly in cash(direct debit isn't a good idea when you live hand to mouth and sometimes rob Peter to pay Paul) then if I am a few days late they  add another £7.50 to my bill for late payment,which would be okay except...........my call costs rarely if ever even come to £7.50 the bill is almost entirely broadband and line rental,always billed a quarter in advance,so they charge me the 7 1/2 quid for not paying far enough in advance,it gets worse though,as of october line rental costs will rise from £12.79 to £13.29 per month, while daytime caller rates will increase by 10%.Of course one will  have the opportunity to reduce the line rental cost to just £9.49 a month by paying for 12 months up front by credit or debit card - but this may not be a realistic option for those like me already struggling to make ends meet.
So they are not only charging me for paying two and a half months in advance they will be charging me more for not paying a year in advance,as I live out in the countryside I have no cable option available and dongle reception out here is virtually non-existent.
Good news is that today I am walking without limping,

I have had massively swollen feet and lower legs for several months now,having tried water tablets, the doc sent me to nursey to be fitted for Norah Battys,they work,spend half an hour puffing panting and pulling to put them on in the morning you pop them on in the mornings before the legs swell up then they make the muscles in your calves act as pressure pumps for the lymph system..........so far they seem to be working,although I must admit I went for knee length black socks rather than stockings as I am almost always in trousers anyway.

We are waiting anxiously for Sammy my youngest to go into labour,Rory-James isn't due until Friday 13th(you just know what chicken nannas pet name for him is going to be don't you ?) but she started getting a really huge bump a few weeks ago and in light of all that happened with poor little Michael she was sent for an emergency scan,all is well with the baby but he is thought to have weighed in at 8lb three weeks ago.......it fair makes your eyes water...............still maybe they got the estimation wrong.
Our Bex is expecting a sister for Poppy in November,I will soon have worn out my fingers with all the crocheting and knitting.

Note to self ' Blogging should not be neglected,even if it is only a waffle.'

Oh good grief.........

Sarah seems to be settling down a little,one can't expect her to get over this for a long while yet.
I have a sweet little field mouse currently living in the sitting room(thanks Lucifer cat) I am feeding it until I catch it,rather than have it die somewhere inaccessible and stink the place out,I awoke to a neat pool of blood and half a different mouse on the hall floor(that ruddy cat is a zombie,he only eats mouse brains),Fanny the wonder hen has settled in fabulously well,she is bottom of the pecking order but not too badly bullied and she runs to me to be picked up for extra sneaky treats so she is happy.
I have been seeing my doc lately for some vague but annoying symptoms,dizziness,ringing in the lugholes,swollen feet  and serious tiredness,blood tests due Monday, well the latest symptom really does take some beating.......
see after the jump

Tears and Laughter.

Burying a child  completely kills off any semblance of faith one may have held delusions about.Some preacher waffling about how Jesus just loves little babies,yeah right,he allows them to live  a day then kills them off ..........nope,nature is a right bitch,but at least we don't have to attempt to justify anything she does.
As you probably gather we buried Michael yesterday two weeks to the minute after he was born.It was a dreadful thing to watch a young father carry such a tiny coffin.
But as is the way of our family we got through it.
My day started earlier than planned,I received a text message at 1am asking if I had two pieces of music and if I had could I put them on CD for the funeral service as Sarah and Darren only had the songs on Ipod..........
So up I get to investigate,no I haven't got them but it can be arranged,by 2am I have downloaded BitTorrent,stolen two songs removed bit torrent from the pooter and am ready to burn the songs to CD,except a few months ago the pooter was playing up and had to be formatted so no decent music burning software on the machine,I then download CDBurnerXP so the actual hardware then decides to play up.........by 6am I have a hard copy of the two songs,they play on the pooter,I can't test them on the big music system as it is still in bits from decorating but aha an idea,there is an old boom-box thing of the kids that I occasionally use for radio listening,I get it out of the kitchen cupboard and try the CD,the boom-box is broken.........
By this time I am needing to start bathing and dressing as Sam and James are picking me up at 8am to go up to Sarah's for the funeral. We test the CD in the car en route,it doesn't work on the first play,so Sammy takes it out and wipes it,puts it back in and it plays five times in a row without a fault.We breathe a sigh of relief.
After we have been at Sarah's house for a few minutes we start to find weird bits of crumbled rubber all over the floor,Bex ,Ray and Poppy having left home in plenty of time phone to say "ohmygog ohmygod" and announce they must have followed a satnav glitch and may not make it in time for the drive to the graveyard.
The undertakers arrive,a lovely lady in top hat and tails,we hand the CD to her and ask if we can hang on for two minutes as Bex and company are only two streets away,while James talks them safely in without risk of a mad satnav error.We discover Sam's brand new shoes obviously have something wrong with them as the soles have crumbled to nothing hence all the black bits on the floor,so she borrows a pair of Sarah's that she has to squeeze onto her already swollen feet,Bex and co pull up and rush upstairs to change clothes for the service,Poppy goes in for a bit of civil disobedience,so wore Barbie pink to the funeral.I am told to ride to the graveyard in the ex-husbands porsche carrera(spit spit)great idea,I am arthritic and fall into it and have to clamber out in a most undignified fashion,the one bonus is that he is still smoking and coughing...
We get to the graveyard to discover that the babies plot is on such a hill that if the old folks fidget in their chairs they will end up in the grave with the baby,luckily they all sat still.
We are all doing fine until we read the headstone next to Michael's grave"Born Asleep" you could tell as people noticed by the sniffling.
The service is fine except the ruddy CD won't play,lots of comforting religious twaddle for those that need it,then we have the box for donations to the neonatal unit,except I have left the cheques from my parents and myself at home behind the clock.........Poppy announces too loudly to all and sundry that she will be three in September and that her cousin is dead but he will be better soon and we head back to Sarah's place.........


Expect a return to normal moaning blogging soon,should I call this a mog or maybe a bloan rather than a blog ?