Wednesday, October 18, 2006
This should have been posted on the 9th of October
A drizzly autumn is making serious inroads in to my cheery disposition today. The whole weekend was given over to feeling sorry for myself after a spot of minor oral surgery on Thursday to take a lump out of my lower lip. Jennifer very kindly collected me from work and sat in the dental hospital waiting room feeling guilty about eating a chocolate bar that I had put in the flowers I bought her. Flowers are all well and good but they are more background than entertainment. I on the otherhand was sat in the reclining chair and issued with a drape and science goggles whilst the surgeon jammed anaesthetic in to my lip and gums. I must have had my face screwed up pretty tight, it stung like nothing else, since he stopped and one point to check if I was ok. The operation was fairly routine. This I discovered because the dental nurse began talking about her niece’s teeth whilst I was being stitched up. If it wouldn’t have come out as incoherent spit and blood I would have objected.
I know now I could never be an international star of any proportions owing to my complete lack of imagination when it came to outrageous demands. Asking Jen to buying me liquid food and post a letter doesn’t really compare to a refusal to ever walk up stairs or a champagne filled bath. All I really wanted to do was lie in bed and read, which accounted for a large proportion of Friday. I decided against work because my mouth was hideously disfigured and talking, subsequently, difficult. For one reason and another my house mate Joe was around so I wasn’t entirely lonely. By Saturday the swelling was better and I spent most of the day with Jen including a walk to Hillsborough in the sunshine to get her car back. It past its MOT, took us to the Ice Hockey and back then wouldn’t start on Sunday. This time we had to walk up from Hillsborough which required all of the calories contained within my experimental banoffee crumble.
Ice Hockey is a bit of a buzz word at the minute and I am fully on the bandwagon. The season resumed in September and the Sheffield Steelers beat the Cardiff Devils 2-1 (0-0, 0-1, 2-0) on Saturday night. Games are played at the Hallam FM arena with new sponsors Unison. The most humorous new endorsement is ‘The Specsavers penalty box’ to which 2 players were dispatched for a fight fully 2 seconds after the start of the match.
0.0 – 0.5: puck in flight from umpires hand to ice
0.5 - 1: Gloves thrown down.
1– 2: Skaters on b-line toward one another
2 - 23: two fully grown men belting one another about the head.
24: Game resumes.
I know now I could never be an international star of any proportions owing to my complete lack of imagination when it came to outrageous demands. Asking Jen to buying me liquid food and post a letter doesn’t really compare to a refusal to ever walk up stairs or a champagne filled bath. All I really wanted to do was lie in bed and read, which accounted for a large proportion of Friday. I decided against work because my mouth was hideously disfigured and talking, subsequently, difficult. For one reason and another my house mate Joe was around so I wasn’t entirely lonely. By Saturday the swelling was better and I spent most of the day with Jen including a walk to Hillsborough in the sunshine to get her car back. It past its MOT, took us to the Ice Hockey and back then wouldn’t start on Sunday. This time we had to walk up from Hillsborough which required all of the calories contained within my experimental banoffee crumble.
Ice Hockey is a bit of a buzz word at the minute and I am fully on the bandwagon. The season resumed in September and the Sheffield Steelers beat the Cardiff Devils 2-1 (0-0, 0-1, 2-0) on Saturday night. Games are played at the Hallam FM arena with new sponsors Unison. The most humorous new endorsement is ‘The Specsavers penalty box’ to which 2 players were dispatched for a fight fully 2 seconds after the start of the match.
0.0 – 0.5: puck in flight from umpires hand to ice
0.5 - 1: Gloves thrown down.
1– 2: Skaters on b-line toward one another
2 - 23: two fully grown men belting one another about the head.
24: Game resumes.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Autumn
This is being typed in Word because I still haven’t learnt the parameters of Sheffield City Council Internet usage. It probably isn’t worth getting fired over finding out from Guardian Unlimited what David Pleat would do if anyone were stupid enough to make him England manager. Everybody is out of the office for a large part of today because of the high-level meeting in the Quality Improvement Support Service (QISS). The changes have effect from next Spring when I am not expected to be here so instead I am entrusted with answering the phones. The meeting that directly follows it is of more interest because the unions are in today sparking rumours of massive job cuts and mandatory kidney donations for all. Or something. I can’t imagine what survival instinct the urge in humans to assume the worst, and then relate it in very loud hushed tones to Shirley from HR, served our caveman forebears.
My hunter gatherer instinct was in full effect on Saturday on my bi-annual clothes shopping trip. Most of my shoes have holes in the bottom ad were bought during 6th Form so needed replacing for the rainy season else I will get trench foot. I also bought a new jumper with the dual purpose of being smart enough for work during the wardrobe penumbra of autumn when a coat is at times necessary but often a burden when sweating up a hill.
Speaking of which I managed to resolve the getting to work dilemma using a simple flow chart
Can I be bothered to cycle?-------Yes -------Go down to cellar and pump up tyres
No-------Take the bus
Tesco very kindly operate a service from the Hallamshire Hospital to Abbeydale so I catch it from the Botanical Gardens to right outside work. The general perception of bus drivers took a dent this week when one guy sold me a weeks pass on the promises of the 50p I was short coming the next day, then on the way home it had just left my stop but the driver let me jump on provided he didn’t have to stop the bus. I felt like Harrison Ford, if he were to carry a rainbow umbrella advertising a drugs company.
My hunter gatherer instinct was in full effect on Saturday on my bi-annual clothes shopping trip. Most of my shoes have holes in the bottom ad were bought during 6th Form so needed replacing for the rainy season else I will get trench foot. I also bought a new jumper with the dual purpose of being smart enough for work during the wardrobe penumbra of autumn when a coat is at times necessary but often a burden when sweating up a hill.
Speaking of which I managed to resolve the getting to work dilemma using a simple flow chart
Can I be bothered to cycle?-------Yes -------Go down to cellar and pump up tyres
No-------Take the bus
Tesco very kindly operate a service from the Hallamshire Hospital to Abbeydale so I catch it from the Botanical Gardens to right outside work. The general perception of bus drivers took a dent this week when one guy sold me a weeks pass on the promises of the 50p I was short coming the next day, then on the way home it had just left my stop but the driver let me jump on provided he didn’t have to stop the bus. I felt like Harrison Ford, if he were to carry a rainbow umbrella advertising a drugs company.
