Two Steps Backwards
My brain hurts today because I sat down for a couple of hours of Spanish homework last night. I think that's what's wrong anyway. I am very good at remembering nouns and/or guessing them as that's how I communicate in Spanish speaking countries anyway. I have major trouble with the joining words - the important parts of sentences - I need to use to have my nouns form sentences and make some sort of sense. Ah well.
After the huge success which was changing the gas bottle on Sunday, the pilot light on the water heater has stopped 'piloting' and it looks like I'll have to turn the boat around on Saturday and take it back to Willowtree Marina ... of all places. "Buster" who fixed the water heater in August will be there looking at someone elses starter motor and can hopefully see to Daph after that. I can then spend Sunday gunning back into central London hah hah.
I phoned my parents this morning to find that my mother had fallen off a chair six weeks ago and fractured her vertebrae. I am pretty upset that nobody in my family thought to email or telephone and let me know. My reaction to this scores high on my 'I feel invisible and ignored' crazy Doctor stuff so at least we'll have something to talk about in December :) Aunty Mae is out of hospital and refusing to use a walker because it marks the carpet (fabulous). I had half expected to hear the worst about her as it struck me that any family who doesn't tell me my mother was rushed to hospital with a broken back might just fail to mention a dead aunt as well.
How tempting does this sound? If I was on terra firma, I'd hop a flight and spend (literally spend) a weekend in New York right now I reckon LOL!
Everyone knows there are two dollars to the pound, and that everything in America is twice the size and half the price. We’re also well aware that goods from iPods to designer jeans are being handed out like UN food parcels to any British tourist on Fifth Avenue. But that’s not the half of it.
After the huge success which was changing the gas bottle on Sunday, the pilot light on the water heater has stopped 'piloting' and it looks like I'll have to turn the boat around on Saturday and take it back to Willowtree Marina ... of all places. "Buster" who fixed the water heater in August will be there looking at someone elses starter motor and can hopefully see to Daph after that. I can then spend Sunday gunning back into central London hah hah.
I phoned my parents this morning to find that my mother had fallen off a chair six weeks ago and fractured her vertebrae. I am pretty upset that nobody in my family thought to email or telephone and let me know. My reaction to this scores high on my 'I feel invisible and ignored' crazy Doctor stuff so at least we'll have something to talk about in December :) Aunty Mae is out of hospital and refusing to use a walker because it marks the carpet (fabulous). I had half expected to hear the worst about her as it struck me that any family who doesn't tell me my mother was rushed to hospital with a broken back might just fail to mention a dead aunt as well.
How tempting does this sound? If I was on terra firma, I'd hop a flight and spend (literally spend) a weekend in New York right now I reckon LOL!
Everyone knows there are two dollars to the pound, and that everything in America is twice the size and half the price. We’re also well aware that goods from iPods to designer jeans are being handed out like UN food parcels to any British tourist on Fifth Avenue. But that’s not the half of it.