Some quotes from T’s chat book. All I can say is it’s alright for some………..
He has been cutting and sticking feathers this afternoon, making African birds.
A better afternoon making hot cross buns!
T has been watching a Chinese dragon film - he enjoyed dancing to the music and playing the cymbols
T’s been making ice cream today, using custard and cream
And here’s the outright winner….
T had a fantastic dance massage session today
After the boys were caught with our bikes the Police warned us that it would be very unlikley that they would ever be brought to trial let alone convicted. However, the wheels of justice actually did kick into motion. Charges were made of burglary (serious but difficult to prove) and theft (less serious but more likely to prove as they were caught bang to rights).
A Magistrates hearing was listed for January and Mr. BK was asked to attend as a witness - to pinpoint the burglary to a specific 24 hours (”Your Honour, I can confirm that the cycles in question were in the shed on the Thursday morning and gone on the Friday”). He really wasn’t looking forward to this, but the Police impressed him that if he didn’t turn up the trial would collapse automatically.
Two days beforehand he got a phone call saying the trial would ahve to be postponed because the police witness (the one who caught the boys) was working nights and couldn’t attend duing the day.
So it was relisted for this morning.
On Friday, he got another phone call saying that the policeman is this time on essential firearms training and cannot attend. And this means that the case has to fold, as you cannot reschedule a court appearance more than once. Apparantly they cannot rearrange his training as our police force is in danger falling below the minimum number of firearms-trained officers and he has been told to make this a priority.
So what kind of a message is that going to send to these boys then? Plead not guilty to everything and with any luck you’ll get off scot free because the Police have got better things to do than turn up and give evidence? What’s really annoying is how all this has happened after they spent quite some time impressing on Mr. BK how often cases collapse bacause civilian witnesses never show.
According to the Performance Tables of the Criminal Justice System, my county has a target this year of ensuring that the rate of ineffective trials (i.e. unable to proceed on the day they were scheduled to start and re-listed to start another day) should not exceed 19.5%. That’s one in five! And if they achieve that, they’ll get a pat on the back!
1. Can you cook?
2. What was your dream growing up?
3. What talent do you wish you had?
4. Favourite place?
5. Favourite vegetable?
6. What was the last book you read?
7. What zodiac sign are you?
8. Any Tattoos and/or Piercings?
9. Worst Habit?
10. Do we know each other outside of Livejournal/blog?
11. What is your favourite sport?
12. Do you have a Negative or Optimistic attitude?
13. What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
14. Worst thing to ever happen to you?
15. Tell me one weird fact about you.
16. Do you have any pets?
17. Do you know how to do the Macarena?
18. What time is it where you are now?
19. Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
20. If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
21. Would you be my partner in crime or my conscience?
22. What colour eyes do you have?
23. Ever been arrested?
24. Bottle or Draft?
25. If you won £10,000 today, what would you do with it?
26. What kind of bubble gum do you prefer to chew?
27. What’s your favourite bar to hang at?
28. Do you believe in ghosts?
29. Favourite thing to do in your spare time?
30. Do you swear a lot?
31. Biggest pet peeve?
32. In one word, how would you describe yourself?
33. In one word, how would you describe me?
34. Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?
Ouch! This week I learned a fairly brutal lesson about the fragility of good health and that it only takes one little thing to seriously get in the way of normal life.
Gentle reader, if you are in the least bit squeamish, go no further.
While we were out at the Singing Ringing Tree last Sunday, I noticed that the middle finger of my right hand was a little sore. On inspection the area around the nail proved to be red and swollen. By Monday evening it was throbbing so menacingly that I took myself off to A&E and was prescribed a routine dose of antibiotics.
That stopped it getting any worse, but it didn’t get any better either.
On Wednesday evening I accidentally knocked the finger on my way upstairs. It was agony for 30 minutes and throbbed enough to keep me awake for another 90. The skin around the nail was also bright green. Enough was enough, so back to A&E I went on Thursday morning for the moment I had been dreading for 4 days. I can honestly say you haven’t lived until you’ve had local anesthetic injected into your finger (took about 5 shots to numb me up properly), a scalpel slice into the bony area under the finger nail and a burly doctor force the pus out. Lovely.
Worse was yet to come. When the dressing was removed by the nurse at work on Friday it was still oozing green stuff and I was dispatched summarily to my GP to be prescribed more and stronger antibiotics; the kind that you can’t drink with and which make you feel queasy all the time.
Today (Sunday) is the first day that the finger has started to feel remotely normal. But up till today I have:
-Not been able to write
-Not been able to type with my right hand
-Consequently (also because I’ve spent half the working week in A&E and at the GP’s) missed a major deadline at work, have had to beg the indulgance of the entire Finance Committee and risked giving a poor impression to the new Principal who starts work tomorrow
-Not been able to go swimming
-Not been able to wash up (yaaay, you might think - but not if your husband is away from home for a long-planned jolly)
-been scared witless of a T smearing incident and me having to clean it up with my dodgy hand
All because of one sodding finger nail.