Stupid Doctor

You simply will not believe this doctor I went to see. First of all, she made me go to the surgery even though I could not walk, I had to take a taxi and it took me a good 3 minutes to get down the pathway and into the taxi, and was then ripped for £5 for a less than 2 minute trip.

After a cursory examination, she then asked me if I had any accompanying pain in my legs.

No I didn't.

Then she says do I have any accompanying pain in my 'toilet area'

TOILET AREA??

Fucking hell. I think I am quite old enough to understand medical terms relation to the parts of my body that fit into the oval of a toilet seat.

I have now found a doctor that is older than me (hard to do at my age) . I will go and see him this week. If he says 'toilet area' , waterworks (another favourite here) or 'back passage' I will never go to the doctor again until Dr Lauren is qualified.

Birthday Girl

Yes, that's right...this was my birthday treat, going to see Le Mis which I have always wanted to see! It is the longest running musical ever and is still not as old as me. That is a very depressing thought.

Nonetheless, despite being a Le Mis myself about the whole turning 50 thing, Dr Lauren put up with/ignored my bitching and moaning and organised a splendid day, theatre and then a fabulous evening at Cape Town Fish Market with all family and good friends. We had a marvellous time and got the last train back to Surbiton which was quite amusing with a somewhat trashed husband who laughed all the way home.

On my actual birthday I hobbled around like the old person I now am, having put my back out, got tablets from the stupid doctor that put my stomach out (although Dr Lauren did tell me not to have that glass of wine on my birthday, which apparently didn't help) Nonetheless, I was cured by an amazing chiropractor (from Durban) who magically returned me to an upright position.

Anyone who says 50 is the new 40 is talking crap.

Chicken a la yoghurt

Hmm...surprisingly nice, chicken breast baked in cranberry yoghurt.

India

Dr Lauren has been in India for what seems like forever , but they are back tomorrow.

I will be very glad to see her again and to express my joy will give her at least 16 yoghurts.

Rubbish Day!

Tomorrow is Rubbish Day. Yay!

So, I have emptied the inside food (brown ) caddy into the outside (brown, larger) food caddy, and LOCKED the lid. Have replaced all the liners, small blue/green in the small caddy (compostable, available in Sainsburys) larger green in the larger food caddy (also compostable, years supply in cupboard supplied by council)

I have squished as much rubbish as possible into the black wheelie bin, trying to ignore the million billion maggots that are there because of the fox eating the pigeon thing.

Have got all the glass and tins in the green bin, all the paper in the other green bin, and the cardboard in the white bag.

All has been placed in the alley in the order in which it is picked up.

1) wheelie bin

2) cardboard

3) paper and glass

4) food

What a fucking performance.

Joining the Library

Not as simple as you may think

I had to fill in a form. In this form, they asked my origin, as usual I had the odd choices, white British, Black Afro Caribbean, Asian (which means Chinese here, not Indian, (??) and mixed race choices many of which I had never heard. Mixed race is a fascinating concept here, much more fun than SA where everyone is just sommer 'coloured'

THEN, religious, was I buddhist, christian, sikh, no belief....etc....

THEN sexual, am I hetero , gay (female) gay (male) transgender... this was decidedly odd.

Of course you can't refuse to fill it in because in each section it has a 'prefer not to say'

I restrained myself from saying that in SA this would so never happen...but shut up because I really did want to join the library.

I did say 'How odd this form is ' to the very earnest bespectacled young man .

'Well,' he said, very reasonably', we need to know if, for instance ,if we have no lesbian white Scottish readers of Indian extraction, what are we doing? How can we cater for their needs'?

I was speechless.

Walked back home in the rain with the wind behind me , which meant that my bum got soaked.

yoghurt disaster

It is far worse than I thought. I did not buy 4 packs of 4 red fruit yoghurts. I bought 4 packs of EIGHT. I thought there was a lot left even though I have eaten 2 for breakfast every day.

32 yoghurts.

Today I will have eaten 8 so far.

24 to go.

The Hubby is not helping. Yoghurt makes him vomit. He can't even watch me eat it.

I think today can be yoghurt day , I will have it for breakfast, lunch and dinner.