Friday, April 23, 2010

Those were the days, my friend

I remember when all this:

was fields.

*thanks Mallers! Please tell me how you did that*

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Lord help the mister who comes between me and my cyster

I did warn at least some of you ...

For some months I've been having a bit of trouble swallowing. My throat wasn't particularly sore, just a bit uncomfortable, but it felt as though there was something stuck, that coughing nor drinking would shift. One day, when peering annoyedly at my throat in the mirror I spotted something unusual that hadn't been there before, in the region of my left tonsil. Not being one to panic unnecessarily (when necessary I can panic with the best) I decided to take it to see the doctor for identification, and was 90% reassured when I was told that it was unusual but highly unlikely to be anything nasty, but that a specialist might like to take a look. So last week I went to the ENT department and was very pleased to be told that it was only a cyst, and it could either stay or be taken out; my decision. As I noticed it because it was annoying and it's unlikely to go away by itself I thought it best to get rid. So I was straightaway taken to book a suitable date and have my pre-op notes done. (I must say it all seems remarkably efficient. My initial appointment was for 11.30; we got there a bit early and I was examined, notes done and appointment booked all within an hour.) It was only when I got home I realised that my chosen date (on my day off because we're short-staffed at work) needed to be changed - I had to be at an important function the following day and didn't want to be the Guest From Hell! So that's all rearranged (for another day off) unless it decides to startle everyone and disappear of its own accord.

Anyway, here it is.

Friday, April 09, 2010

Your scarf it was apricot

My little apricot tree is blooming beautifully. That guarantees a few more hard frosts to kill off the chance of fruit.

Sunday, April 04, 2010

I still haven't found what I'm looking for

Specially for Mally, the (very obscure) answer:

It seems even more appropriate now; an interloper tune for interloper plants. I wonder what they really are. Definitely a flowering climber; I'll wait to see what the parent plant does this summer before I consign them all to the compost heap.