The eyes have it!

Today was optician day.

"I'm not going!" said Keith. "Yes you are," I said. That's why I made our appointments for the same morning.

"Well I'm not having the puffy thing," said Keith.

"That's between you and the optician," I said.

And so it was. The optician tried but Keith is unable to keep his eyes open for the requisite time, so it was stalemate.

However, he did pass the field test - with flying colours.

"That's good. I can see a field!" he said.

The optician looked rather nonplussed and retired hurriedly to the sanctuary of his room.

This afternoon, I received a call from the surgery with an invitation from my GP to come in and discuss the results of my ultrasound.

Oh joy!

Gallstones 'R Us!

"I can see some lovely stones here," exclaimed the very nice lady doing my ultrasound on Tuesday evening.

Why is it that health professionals display such undisguised delight in giving you such news? It's a bit like the weather forecasters on TV who announce, with a broad grin, that we can expect torrential rain or six feet of snow. 

Oh well, looks like I shall be getting another 'zip.'

And I'll probably start listing to the right when I walk. After all, I've already lost an ovary on that side, so after losing my gall bladder, there will be quite a big hole in there on my right side. 

Keith offered to do the operation for me at home as he thinks he has all the requisite tools. I think perhaps the mention of keyhole surgery set him off on that train of thought.

Amazingly, I declined.

Advertising

Making a quick visit to Avon Valley Railway yesterday with Dad, I noticed that they have reclaimed some of the old advertising boards from yesteryear. See how many of them you recognise. The more familiar ones there are, the older you are, of course... 

These were the days when smoking was not punishable by instant hanging,, drawing and quartering! Indeed, in some circles it was even thought to be good for you. 

Dogs 'R Us

Jake's favourite place to lie is on the pouffe when Keith has his feet up.

Paddy? Well, Paddy, as you can see, just likes to keep his computer skills up to date. Well, he does contribute the occasional post to this blog, as you know.

Signs of Spring

This is how things were looking on our walk this morning.

Well, actually this one was taken last week.

 

Cat's teeth!

Borrowed from Elder Daughter (and not beyond the bounds of possibility!)

So disappointing!

Oh the wickedness of it! The callous disregard for Keith's delirious expectations of a day watching Formula One on Sky!

The awful truth of the matter is that, in spite of Keith's ticking off the minutes since stupid o'clock this morning, in eager anticipation of an early visit from Santa Claus the Sky man, as yet, no human being has  approached our doorstep, except for the two deliveries of lovely Mother's Day flowers, sent by Elder and Younger Daughter, which only served to compound his agony. The 'window' for installation was between 8am and 2pm and regrettably, the unfortunate employee of Sky has, as yet, failed to appear. He has 25 minutes before Keith instantaneously combusts.

Does he appreciate, I wonder, the scene of distraught hand-wringing and groaning in the living room chez Jennyta?

Does he understand that he is taking his life in his hands with ever-increasingly disastrous consequences when he does eventually appear?

Has the realisation of all this caused him to head for the hills, never to be seen again?