Friday, September 30, 2011

Getting ready for winter

The sad realisation that from now on, my definition of heat wave will need to change.

English heat wave

Sigh.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

The new man in my life

Here it is: the story you've all been waiting for. A new relationship (finally!)...

Monday, September 19, 2011

Late to work

2 reasons I was late to work this week:

First day, they closed the road to a truck spillage. A truck spilled its load of... syrup. So some poor sod had to sweep up a truck load of syrup.


Second day: a stubborn cow (no, not an enemy of mine, a real bovine) standing on a single lane highway in Canterbury forced the traffic to be diverted another way as it couldn’t be coaxed off the road.




Ok, so neither of those things caused me to be late, but I honestly did hear about them on the radio.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Happy Stalling


I own a car! Well, I hired one. My job requires that I visit people in their homes, so I was introduced to my little Fiat 500 on Tuesday. Off-white, 2 doors (so that if I have an accident, I’m properly squished and more likely to die than be permanently disabled), and manual. A few issues...

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Protected Mealtimes

One of the highest priorities of the NHS is to ensure patient nutrition is optimised. Given that in most hospitals, nursing staff (not kitchen staff) are responsible for the serving, delivery, and feeding of patients, some genius implemented a 'Protected Mealtimes" policy. This means, that under NO circumstances whatsoever, are patients to be disturbed at their dinner (aka lunch). Nurses feeding patients are also not allowed to be disturbed under any circumstances whatsoever (cardiac arrest? Sorry, I'm feeding Ethel).



Sunday, September 4, 2011

Morning Tea


The English don’t have morning tea. At work, I asked my boss if we had a break for morning tea, and she looked at me strangely. “I’m not quite sure what you mean,” was the response.
Cream Tea at Rottingdean, near Brighton

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Today was a statue day

This was the source of the crash I heard from the bathroom earlier this evening.
My bathroom shelf is above the toilet. My toiletries bag was open.
Some days you're the pigeon, some days you're the statue...