guess who's back?back again?shady me is back.

EY UP!!!

OW DO?

so i am back from my jaunt to the deep south, bookended by trips to the flat hills of my homeland, cambridge town (it IS technically a town after all).

Had a long and lovely week with Grandma, lots of trips to see Grandpa and all the usual fun of the Cerne Abbas care home ensuing, including sing-a-longs and escapee residents(Chloe compared it to Jurassic Park which is so accurate, whenever you approach the door Ted suddenly lumbers toward you at great speed from the other side of the room and you need to get out before he reaches you!), lots and lots of apple scrumdiddilyumping, tea drinking and listening to outbursts of swearing from certain characters...namely Ron who is always catching a train, he was interested in the word 'bastard' during our attempts to block him out with music-hall songs like 'Daisy Daisy' and Ted who likes to say 'ooohh Fuuuuckiinn heelll!' when you try to stop him following you through the coded door and out into the world.

It rained like CRAZY the first few days, lots of our activities were abandoned as a result, but there was lots of nice laziness too, plus the absoulte GLUT of ripe fruit at the care home and of blackberries in the fields led to some seriously magnifique crumbles made by my fair hand...
Grandma has a new dog, Goldie, who I keep calling Sandy cause she looks like her old old dog, Goldie is wonderful, even if she does reverse into you and park herself onto you. we took her on a lot of runs as she is somewhat flabby, Grandma wants to get her some corsets, may be a good idea in fact...trust Grandma to arrive at a solution that involves no alteration of diet and a human style outfit!

Mum and dad came, then Chloe, then Lally then Ricky, it was a mega full house alright... went to Tyneham, a village which was evacuated so that the MOD could use the valley that it lay in as a firing range during the second world war, the villagers were promised they could return but this was overturned and they never went back, is a sad place really, however i fulfilled my promise to swim in the sea and did so there, was very nice indeed. Other than Simon's birthday on the Sunday and a hilarious outing to a country fete to watch historical dancing on monday, little else of much note...Grandpa's 90th on the 9th October so I shall be whizzing down for that for sure.

Had a stark return to the real world yesterday, began the day at the newly-built and opened Pinderfields hospital in Wakey yesterday, finally had an ENT appointment, 2 years after first getting this throat problem I have.
The hospital is like something from the Jetsons, you all wait in 1 waiting area then your name appears on a screen and tells you which 'gate' to go to like in an airport, the lifts and corridors all say 'gates 20-40' etc. is mental!The pharmacy freaked me out the most although no one else seems to find it weird, there's a tube full of suction, they get your prescription, put it in a pod(!) and then the tube sucks it up and after a while your medicine is sent down in another pod!!!! I was looking around at everyone trying to exchange 'WOW!!' face but no one gave a crap (to be fair the wow wore off after half an hour of no medicine whats0-fucking ever coming down that bastard tube...

anyway, still covering at work as no one at all is here this week except me so i'm in leeds centre instead of my little library in Armley.
Off to London tomorrow on the coach (bollocks.) as Yasuko my lovely friend is going back to Japan. got some fun lined up, big shame about 9hrs worth of coach travel though...can't be helped, is so bloody cheap.

laters potaters.