Damn those damsons!

For the past few weeks, Keith has been shooting off to his 'other' house, where he is busy converting his latest ambulance into his latest van. This is what it looked like when he bought it, but all the green and yellow has now gone and he and Giles have been working hard on the interior.
His first one evolved gradually, as he discovered, through working in it, how he wanted it to be, so this time, he knows in advance what he wants and where. So, where do the damsons come in? Well, in that garden, there is a damson tree, heavy with damsons at this time of year, and as there are no jam makers in the immediate vicinity, a lot of them end up on the ground.
Are you beginning to see where this is going? In a typical male fashion - i.e. if it's not in front of my face, I don't see it - he spent a week coming home after working on the van and shedding flattened damsons across the living room floor from the soles of his shoes with gay abandon.
I think I might have cured him of the habit now though. Screaming like a demented banshee may have done it!


From TK.


The first senior moment!!!



And, that's what happened to the dinosaurs.
Like this one from T.K?

Large discs

The optic nerve heads or discs in my eyes are larger than normal. The central part of the nerve head has a depression, referred to as a cup and  large optic discs typically have larger cupping because of the absence of
axons in the middle of the disc as the neurons leave the retina in the larger rim tissue of larger discs.
With me so far? Good.
Now, this is significant because this situation can apparently make opticians suspect the presence of glaucoma and then they refer you to the local ophthalmology department for further investigation. In my case, I then attend the hospital every six or twelve months for a couple or three years and am then discharged because I don't have glaucoma. 
This has been happening to me for the past twenty years but, as no-one had explained the process to me until my latest appointment on Thursday, I just thought that each time I was referred, it was because the condition had worsened, although never enough for me to be prescribed medication. This time, however, the nice lady doctor did explain what had been happening. If the pressure readings are above a certain level at the optician's, he automatically refers me to hospital and round we go again. 
"I might as well keep seeing you," she said, "because if I discharge you, the optician will only refer you back again. So I'll see you every 12 to 18 months and if you get fed up with that, just let us know and I'll discharge you again. But at least, if you keep coming and you do develop glaucoma, we will pick it up very early."
OK, fair enough - I suppose...

Plaster board and dust

So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...