Hospital Appointment

 A wee trip back to the fracture clinic resulted in my having my right hand in a cast. I,m sore miffed! Had this been done when I received the injury I wouldnt have wasted two weeks in silly strapping and my thumb would,ve been more comfy. But what can you do. My brother was telling me about an appointment he had at  Antrim Area Hospital for kidney probs. He was required  to drink two litres of water on the morning of the tests and complied. On reaching his car he discovered the battery was flat so  decided to go on his scooter. One mile down the road it started to rain/pour. I should at this point remind you of the extremely full bladder and the effect running water and road vibration  would have upon it. So here's our chap, racing along on a scooter, in the pouring rain, , feeling every bump in the road, bursting. Needless to say he arrived at the hospital in some considerable  distress whereupon some more distress was encountered in trying to find a parking spot (still in the pouring rain, still bursting). Finally reaching reception, soggy letter in hand, he was told to take a seat in the waiting room. He was sat there doing his best, amid the usual collection of humankind, to keep control of his aching bladder and prevent a catastrophic event when along comes a wee  woman with a large bucket of water and a mop. She begins washing some sticky mess off the floor, sloshing the water around, dunking the mop in and out the bucket, slapping it down, rinsing it out, slapping it down again, you know how it goes. Meanwhile he's sitting there with his legs wrapped round each other, face like a ripe tomato, nearly crying . Finally, tears in his eyes, knees locked tightly together, bent two double, he managed to make his way back to reception and persuade a  sympathetic member of staff that if relief was not found immediately the floor would be requiring  a lot more attention!   I believe things were  expedited  to some extent, but to use his own words anyone who rides a scooter on a mission like that, on a day like that should be certified. My great grannie was fond of saying --your bladder (pronounced bleather) your bleather's near your eye, I guess his was that day.

Watched Dan Snow last night on Dig WWII BBC. Extremely interesting. Looking into the contribution  N.Ireland made to   WWII campaign. Didn"t realise that H&W designed and produced what became the Churchill Tank. Great big lump of a thing--- not very comfy I should imagine and I would think pretty scary during an attack --- respect to those who operated them. The footage of a Spitfire, which crashed at a speed of three hundred mph, being raised from a bog in Donegal was amazing.  Even more amazing was  the Irish Army  cleaning up  and firing one of the machine guns  without renewing any parts, the lack of oxygen in the bog having preserved it. Next installment should be good! They will be at Mallin Head.

Deck/Viewing platform

Being a keen DIY buff I waas constructing/bodgeing together a deck come viewing platform at the rear of my garden. I enjoy a magnificent view of Sleive Gallion and decided to make the most of it (dreams of long sunny days on the deck, laid back in sun lounger,glass of wine in hand, beautiful sunset,you know the sort of thing) All going great until this one piece of timber attacked my thumb, result; a trip to Minor Injuries, chipped bone on thumb knuckle, long cold wet days of boredom,unfinished deck, cheap wine (bought on offer) not such a good idea, rusty saw and a face like a fishermans bait box.