This is how I feel at the moment Dear Reader. A bit dull, a bit gloomy and not being able to see the wood for the trees.
I began the year with high hopes of getting some writing off the ground but hadn’t bargained on the fact that NOBODY ever returns your e mails or calls. I have been polite, have written pleasant missives, have turned up in person and have actually spent money to put a professional piece together to show that I am very serious about this and not one single person has replied, not even to tell me that what I’ve written is crap! To say that I am despondent is an understatement.
Perhaps some of you out there in ether land could give me your thoughts. What should I / could I do to make myself and my proposition more attractive or is this lack of response thing de rigueur? Is there a way in which one should approach publishing or magazine folks? I’ve written amusing, topical and anecdotal pieces. I’d rather have a response, even if it’s negative than no response at all.
Frustrated of the Isle of Wight
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There are times Dear Reader when one needs to put the world away. Just for a bit. Life has been, to put it mildly, a touch manic. There has been a show over 5 performances which took up most of the last two weeks, folks in the holiday let needing tidying up after, work and all manner of other things to be dealt with and organise. Poor old TG had a birthday in the midst of the chaos which was largely ignored and so to make it up to him we took ourselves off to Seaview (not 20 minutes down the road) for a little staycation and to recharge the batteries a bit.
Seaview is a lovely spot especially at this time of year when it’s quiet and pretty empty. We walked along the beach, went to the pub and had a nice dinner at the Seaview Hotel before falling into bed to be asleep (in my case) by 10!
It’s a lovely spot and sometimes you don’t have to go to far from home to actually feel that you have been away and had that all important change of scene. We awoke yesterday morning feeling refreshed and rejuvenated and after another walk went home to tackle the woodpile and stock up for next winter.
For us, living as we do on an island, cost and effort are always the factors that skew our travel decisions and so staying put ticks all the boxes (except perhaps the weather one). I can recommend it highly and we’re talking about staycationing again soon……can’t be soon enough if you ask me!
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Well oh my and heavens above Dear Reader! You don’t need me to tell you that the weather has been beyond atrocious unless of course you have been living in some sort of parallel universe. It has been quite unbelievable here on the formerly sunny Isle and the battering that we’ve had over the last few weeks has destroyed some very pretty parts and put houses and businesses in peril.
I was over in Freshwater in the middle of last week to meet a man about an article and we couldn’t get over the size of the waves crashing onto the rocks and shore and the incredible gusts of wind which nearly took my feet from under me.
I took just a couple of pictures before the wind drove me back into the car and I made my escape.
You don’t get any real sense from these of how blustery it really was – but you can’t take my word for it, it was! The nice man who I met is a graphic designer but who is also known as the Constant Doodler and we have a project or two that we are considering and which could be very exciting if they come off……I am really interested in developing my writing and I’m putting a feeler or two out there to see if I can get something started, so fingers crossed!
Thankfully by the weekend and the arrival of my brother and his family the weather had calmed down and we headed off to the beach for a spot of football
and some general larking about
And chit chatting
The rain did come in and we were driven into the beach shelters but it was good to get out of the house.
It was a grey old day but we and the brave dog walkers of Ryde were not to be thwarted and it brightened up just as we threw in to towel and could hear the wine calling from the fridge….
Sunday hove into view gloriously and we headed to Cowes for a bit of boat and ship spotting. Despite the town having been flooded, the clean up had been done and the shops and cafes were up and running once more.
It was a day for sunglasses, a lack of hats and gloves and there were plenty of folks out and about enjoying the half term sunshine
I’m pretty sure that we haven’t seen the end of the bad weather but fingers crossed for continued improvement and a proper Spring – not that we’ve really had a proper Winter! There are people who have been under water now for many weeks and it must be just awful for them. We are luckier than most – and don’t think that is not much appreciated.
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Roses are dead
Violets are too
I got them at Tescos
They were £3 for 2
Well it made me giggle!
Happy Valentine’s Day one and all x
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“It’s a bit like being buried” said my brother, helpful as always. “I absolutely hated it”!
Brilliant just brilliant.
And so it was that I found myself in a large tube with the ‘roof’ of said tube not more than six inches from the end of my nose, strapped down and with my shoulder wedged into probably the most uncomfortable position in the known universe. Not only that, but I was dressed in a most fetching hospital gown which gaped at the front and which, despite my best efforts, managed to slide off as I levered myself onto the bed revealing legs in need of a good defurring and much more besides…
Having an MRI scan is nothing like Holby let me tell you. I’m sure that in all the years (from the very beginning if I’m being honest) that I’ve been watching, the scanning tube at Holby has acres of room inside. Well this is entirely not true in reality and should you be of a nervous or claustrophobic disposition, it should be avoided at all costs. Just for the record and in case anyone was fretting, I have a busted shoulder. This injury occurred during what is known as a ‘prat fall’ during a show. You know the sort of thing; man lowers women in his arms, goes in for the kiss, becomes distracted by a thought and drops her unceremonially behind the sofa. It’s the stuff of Only Fools and Horses where Del Boy falls through the bar and the sort of thing that clowns and Mrs Brown are rather good at. In my case I clearly needed further rehearsal. It worked beautifully up until the final performance and then as I hit the deck on the last night I fell awkwardly and my shoulder ended up further round the back that it should have. The consultant at the hospital thought this explanation of injury received was most amusing#.
Anyway, once I’d got over the initial heart pounding and remembered that breathing is always a good idea, I was under instruction not to move whilst the MRI was underway. This is far more difficult than you might think as the magnetic field gives you involuntary twitches, but I had been told just to listen to the lovely classical music that would be played and I’d be fine. To say that the music was funereal is no exaggeration. It was exactly how I’d imagine my eventual demise to be and it was not a pleasant sensation at all. Between the music and the feeling of being in a tube with the roof, as I said, not six inches away from my nose, my mind began to wander and I found myself writing eulogies and choosing hymns. I had pretty much written the whole service, invited the mourners and sorted out the wake wine and imagined all the speeches when another thought struck me and that was how clever the whole thing actually is.
Our bodies are made up of water molecules which are hydrogen and water atoms. At the centre of each hydrogen atom is a tiny particle called a proton which is like a very tiny magnet and is sensitive to magnetic fields. When you have an MRI the protons line up in the same direction and the radio waves are sent to the area being scanned which knock the protons out of alignment. When the radio waves are turned off, the protons line up once more and send out radio signals which are picked up by receivers. These signals from all of the millions of protons are combined to give a detailed image of the inside of the body. Clever eh? I should also mention the noise that all this creates – think someone digging up the road with a jack hammer but live in your head and you’ll just about have it.
Technology is amazing isn’t it? And this is what I finally pondered on during my forty minutes in the chamber when I’d got over the being buried and what if there was a fire thing. My injury is very minor in comparison to other folks (although the way I go on about it you’d think my arm had dropped off) and the MRI can be used for a whole host of diagnostic uses. It hasn’t been around for all that long in its present form and there is quite some argy bargy about who did in fact invent it and hissy fits and the accusation of misappropriated Nobel prizes all over the place but I for one am very grateful for its existence. To be able to see inside the body without surgery or intrusive treatment is astonishing and far less distressing for the patient. Back in the dark ages a bad shoulder would have involved a drop of brandy and a saw no doubt but thankfully those days are long behind us. The world moves forward at an unbelievable pace and there are new and improved techniques being invented and researched every minute of the day. Thank goodness there are people who concentrated in physics and maths and chemistry and biology at school and didn’t let themselves get distracted by boys (or was that just me?) because without them we’d still be at the brandy and saw stage. It’s not something I’d go and have again in a hurry but if needs be I could and would. Thank you concentrators in class. Thank you.
*the fear of being buried alive
#Shoulder now better after humongous injection – let’s hope it lasts!
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” We haven’t had a Nanny Day in aaaaaaagggggeeeeesss” came the plaintive wail from Madam. And she was quite right, we hadn’t. What with Christmas, rehearsals and life just generally getting in the way, I had been most remiss in my Nanny duties. Now Dear Reader, the only problem with remiss is that one has to make amends. Big time! I got supplies in and prepared myself for a full on day……
There were horses involved. The real variety…
It was decided by general consensus that this one was called Bob. No, I don’t know why either but it turned out that he was rather partial to an apple or two.
There was also Daisy the pony…
This apparently (according to her) is the best game EVER and also (according to her) hilarious…..Pops I don’t think was quite so convinced as they trotted up and down the drive being ponies…
Exhausted with horsey antics it was decided (not by me) that cakes were next in the order of the day. I would show you a picture of the blood red icing, the blood red cakes (we’d run out of pink) and the blood red kitchen where spilt blood red food colouring went pretty much everywhere but I’d lost the will to live by then and there is no photographic evidence!
And so we moved on. To puppet making
And some colouring.
Observe the concentration.
The small boy meanwhile had abandoned the womenfolk to watch golf with Pops and make giant Meccano. However the lure of chocolate pudding proved too much.
Again, observe the concentration…Never separate a boy from his chocolate pudding!!
We had such a lovely day which ended with us all flaked on the sofa watching a bit of telly and having cuddles. Nothing earth shattering, nothing expensive, nothing of any great consequence. “I’ve really missed you Nanny” said Madam. And I had really missed them too. We’re having a sleepover next. Do they still sell Valium?
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Well Dear Reader, there is nothing of any great consequence to tell you at the moment other than – the Dryathlon is still going strong with 8 days to go before I can have a small glass of something nice. I have lost a few pounds (weight) along the way but not quite as many as I’d hoped – could be something to do with all the baking we’ve been doing……
On Sunday afternoon, we took ourselves off to Appley beach for a stroll as it was one of the less biblical days of the week and there was no fear of drowning! Most of the rest of the Island seemed to be there too walking dogs and children and there was a positively holidaylike atmosphere about the place.
There was a rainbow too which stretched from one side of Portsmouth to the other.
Appley has very fond memories for me. It was the scene of my almost getting arrested for topless sunbathing at the age of 16, the place where at that same age and when working for my aunt in her pub I curled up with a book between shifts with the waves lapping at my toes. Now TG and I go for walks there or take the kids for a spot of stone skimming or shell collecting. My 16 year old self was a touch wild and unpredictable and there is a small part of me that wishes that I could go back there from time to time and let my hair down a bit…
There are other beaches on the Island that are more private, less public and prettier, but I have a soft spot for Appley – place of great memories and good times.
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