...when I publish them, before when I went straight onto View, there they were - bad spelling, crap typo's and shite grammer.
Now its as if they go somewhere to be vetted cos it seems to take a while before they crop up.
Bugger.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Bloody eyes...
...have been deteriorating for some time.
Noticed a few years ago if I was doing some close work then tried to focus on something in the distance, it took a while to see it properly.
So being me I ignored it. Great beleiver in if you ignore it , it goes away.
But after Hogmanay, felt that even things like dates printed on ampoules were getting not so much difficult as bloody impossible to see - so - went and got my eyes checked.
Went to an established Opticians, not one of these get-your-specs-in-an-hour type jobs. Wanted somewhere where you are treated like a patient not a commodity.
Didnt do the puff-of-air-in-the-eye bit which I'd always been warned about but couldnt get onto the Field machine on the initial testing. She did that with me when I went to pick the specs up. When I'd picked them , I thought the frames had cost £59. Turned out they'd been £89, with the lenses and plastic coating them for scratch resistance - the lot came to £150.
Make a hell of a difference though.
Noticed a few years ago if I was doing some close work then tried to focus on something in the distance, it took a while to see it properly.
So being me I ignored it. Great beleiver in if you ignore it , it goes away.
But after Hogmanay, felt that even things like dates printed on ampoules were getting not so much difficult as bloody impossible to see - so - went and got my eyes checked.
Went to an established Opticians, not one of these get-your-specs-in-an-hour type jobs. Wanted somewhere where you are treated like a patient not a commodity.
Didnt do the puff-of-air-in-the-eye bit which I'd always been warned about but couldnt get onto the Field machine on the initial testing. She did that with me when I went to pick the specs up. When I'd picked them , I thought the frames had cost £59. Turned out they'd been £89, with the lenses and plastic coating them for scratch resistance - the lot came to £150.
Make a hell of a difference though.
Saturday...
...was Carol's funeral.
She was piped in by the piper who was supposed to play when she renewed her Wedding vows in May.
Doug managed to read an address, Christ knows how he coped, the DJ'S husband said a piece, DJ said a bit, there was a track played by Eva Cassidy too at one point then DJ and her man pressed the button that lowered the coffin.
Then the piper played us out again.
We went to the Hotel for a tea, there was a folder with some photo's of her from when she was seventeen right up till a couple of months ago.
She looked bloody fantastic. I always said she was one of these people who could wear a bin bag and make it look designer.
Even with a debilitating, wasting cancer, she looked like an auburn haired Audrey Hepburn - nothing could make her look bad, always perfectly groomed and elegant.
Rosie, on behalf of the Unit, has got a rose named in her honour - Little Red Carol - and presented Doug with some seeds and the instructions for growing them. Quite a few of us were interested in getting the details of the seeds for ourselves - thinking stick one in up at the Carron Dam maybe.
She was piped in by the piper who was supposed to play when she renewed her Wedding vows in May.
Doug managed to read an address, Christ knows how he coped, the DJ'S husband said a piece, DJ said a bit, there was a track played by Eva Cassidy too at one point then DJ and her man pressed the button that lowered the coffin.
Then the piper played us out again.
We went to the Hotel for a tea, there was a folder with some photo's of her from when she was seventeen right up till a couple of months ago.
She looked bloody fantastic. I always said she was one of these people who could wear a bin bag and make it look designer.
Even with a debilitating, wasting cancer, she looked like an auburn haired Audrey Hepburn - nothing could make her look bad, always perfectly groomed and elegant.
Rosie, on behalf of the Unit, has got a rose named in her honour - Little Red Carol - and presented Doug with some seeds and the instructions for growing them. Quite a few of us were interested in getting the details of the seeds for ourselves - thinking stick one in up at the Carron Dam maybe.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Bastard spelling mistakes...
... thats cremated not cremasted. The quicker I get the specs the better ... save that for anothe blog.
Free at last...
...Carol finally died after 6 years of operation, checks treatments pain and worries after two different types of Cancer on the 6th Jan.
Doug brought her home from Chicago last week, the funeral's this Saturday.
We had a wee wake the the Oran Mhor last night, about 14 of us in total, including Doug and his sister Nancy. She found a real gem when she met him.
Had a wee greet, lots of reminiscences and stories, Doug finds it helps to talk about what they had been through and we were a willing audience, I think it helped him having new stories to hear too.
His Mum and Dad are over too, they've been spending their time going to all the places in Glasgow Carol used to go to, maybe the in-laws will understand her a wee bit better now.
She be cremasted at the Linn wearing the dress she got married in and with a pair of ballet shoes.
Life's a right bugger sometimes.
Doug brought her home from Chicago last week, the funeral's this Saturday.
We had a wee wake the the Oran Mhor last night, about 14 of us in total, including Doug and his sister Nancy. She found a real gem when she met him.
Had a wee greet, lots of reminiscences and stories, Doug finds it helps to talk about what they had been through and we were a willing audience, I think it helped him having new stories to hear too.
His Mum and Dad are over too, they've been spending their time going to all the places in Glasgow Carol used to go to, maybe the in-laws will understand her a wee bit better now.
She be cremasted at the Linn wearing the dress she got married in and with a pair of ballet shoes.
Life's a right bugger sometimes.
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