Posts about me, my family and friends (yes I have some), Seymour the Wonder Cat and his not-so-trusty sidekick Norman the Newbie Cat and life in general, both online and offline
I’m looking great, apparently. No, really: everyone keeps telling me how good I look at the moment. It’s lovely to hear it, and I suppose I probably do look a tad healthier than I did a year ago. And even better, I’ve managed to control my normally inbuilt sarcasm and have refrained from responding to […]
I’ve been a bad, bad blogger, not posting here for months. I apologise for abandoning you (not that it’s likely anyone’s noticed) but – for a few months at least – life got in the way. It’s been an interesting old time, with my dodgy heart actually behaving like a not-so-dodgy heart and now it’s
tap-tap-tap … Is this thing on? Read Post »
There’s one side effect of having a dicky ticker I didn’t anticipate: time. You see, I used to work too many hours but when I got the diagnosis, I decided that I needed to take back control and stop working 60 or more hours a week. Now, I work a respectable 40 hours. Sometimes up
I was packing up our Christmas tree decorations a few weeks ago when Norman the cat discovered the Louis Vuitton box I was planning to use for the tinselly bits and bobs. She just couldn’t help herself and ended up sleeping in there for most of the night. Excuse the blurry second photo, the box
The latest designer accessory? Read Post »
The latest update on my dicky ticker. Had a shockingly good result yesterday … my cardiologist is very happy with my progress. So happy, in fact, she wants to hold off for six months, do another ECG and then decide on the hardware because I might not need it. OK, so my heart is still
The dicky ticker: update Read Post »
It’s always good to learn something on a Monday, so if you’ve ever wondered about the inner workings of your locks … here’s the answer. I’m perpetually perplexed by the fact that our front door has two locks and I have two corresponding keys on my keyring but while they both fit into the bottom
Just to prove that I’m not ALWAYS in a pissed off mood, I recommend Invercargill Taxis, cab # 202. Why? Well, we were at Farmers on the Saturday before Christmas and it was chaos. We were leaving the car park and expecting it to take forever because of the volume of traffic from Farmers, the
Cab # 202: you rock Read Post »
The big day is here and we are about to embark on a gift liberation mission, freeing the many lumpy but brightly wrapped offerings under the tree from their red and green confines. Unlike last year, we managed to make it to the big day without Seymour the Wonder Cat opening and eating his present
