Our house continues to fall apart, last night mid cycle the dishwasher started screaming (well an alarm went off). Husband spent the evening trying to fix it (thanks husband), he had little luck with hot water, plungers etc. Then I suddenly heard a swear word and the sound of pain. I went to the kitchen and he had blood pouring down his hand. He'd managed to cut it with something in the murky depths of the standing water. We don't know what it was yet.
No plaster was going to create the fix, so we washed it and wrapped it in kitchen paper whilst I found a bandage. I managed to find one of the eye bandages back from when dog managed to scratch my eyeball. Can't remember when that was, but it will be back in the depths of my posts 'somewhere'.
Recognising that pressure would be the best option I wound this tightly around his finger and he sat down with it raised whilst watching football. After about an hour he came in and showed me his finger asking 'is this right'. I'd rather over done the pressure bandage - the top of his finger had gone black! Needless to say we quickly unwrapped the bandage and quickly the normal colour started to return.
He definitely needed stitches and this morning it's kinda sealed up, but he's about to take a shower and so let's see what the outcome is of that. I have a fresh bandage ready needless to say.
Another thing that happened this morning was son - a fabulous teenage moment. Son thinks that his school bag smells (it probably does). We'd agreed to wash it over Easster holidays, but failed. This morning he said (in irritated voice), can you remind me on Saturday to empty my bag so you can wash it. To which I responded, I'll try, but actually it's your responsibility. To which he responded, I KNOW THAT'S WHY I REMINDED YOU.
He then got very pissed off when I cracked up laughing!
The other week Husbands car died once and for all, he's now the proud owner of a shiny new car (well shiny new to him) and is very proud of it. I anticipated that he'd be concerned about the dog on the back seat because they are leather. I just opened door for Amazon delivery for husband and it's a car backseat cover for dogs. It's his birthday in early May and guess what I bought him from the dog. What are the chances of that! I'm p'd off.
There's no denying my dog is neurotic. She barks at shadows (and sadly toddlers, which scare her too), today we went for a walk and in the middle of the park somebody had left a small red toddlers push-along truck thing - one of those ride on ones. The dog circled the truck at about 20m looking suspicious, then made up her mind, dropped her ball and sprinted away from it with her tail between her legs.
Laughing I walked over to the truck and called her over and then pushed it backwards and forwards to prove it wasn't a threat. She was having none of it, she stayed 30m away with her tail between her legs looking panicked that at any minute I was going to get swallowed up by the dangerous red beast.
So odd!
Dog's odd behaviour got worse. On Thursday evening I took her to the vet for a check up. They also gave her her annual injections. Then she had her anal gland check - which is not her favourite thing because they shove a finger up her bum to clear it out. The vet observed that she had some poo attached to her bum hair - I explained I'd been washing it regularly for a week, but it was going nowhere. He asked if I wanted him to get rid of it. So I thought - yeah why not - I'm holding the dog's head so it's going to be easier with two. Before I knew it the vet had taken out a pair of hairdresser clippers (is that what they are called - the buzzy thing like an electric razor) - he completely shaved her bum.
She hasn't been the same since, jumping at shadows and sitting down firmly on the ground. I'm hoping it's just because there is a sudden breeze around her nether regions and not because she got hurt in some way. So I'm leaving it a week to see if her behaviour returns to normal.
On Sunday my parents came over for lunch. Lovely to see them. However, what is it about mothers that the are so harsh on how their daughters look. At one point during the lunch session she looked straight at me and said 'I have to say, you are looking particularly unsavoury today'. Given that I'd carefully put on my makeup and got dressed to avoid the sharp tongue of my mother telling me I looked crap - this was something of a gut punch.
She's always done this to me, my whole life. Even at times in my teens telling me that she was embarrassed to be seen out with me. How does one maintain a positive self-image when your own mother tells you that you look crap - and tells you that a lot!!!!!
Don't get me wrong, I believe that this is a reasonably normal thing - that mothers do this to their daughters a lot. I don't have a daughter so I've no way of knowing if I'd be the same. I'd like to think not - and it wouldn't cross my mind to be anything other than very careful with my sons personal image (at least I hope that's the case). Fortunately I think he's gorgeous so it's not too hard.
It's funny how the mind works. At the weekend I was out walking the dog and going through the woods that are a regular stomping ground. The bluebells are out. It's literally my favourite flower and particularly when it's in a wood. As I looked at them, guess what flashed through my mind........ lockdown.
During lockdown we were lucky enough to have some lovely walks - remember when you could only go out once a day for an hour. One day we had a particularly lovely family walk. Across a local hill that is a nature reserve, down to the seafront and then back home through the bluebell woods.
I wonder if every bluebell wood will now give me a COVID flashback - or if it's just because it was the same wood. I'll let you know next time I'm in a bluebell wood.
It's not necessarily a bad thing - during COVID I kept realising just how lucky I am to live in a nice area, with lovely walks and to have an outside space and a house big enough that we were not under each other's feet. I know there are others out there with way way more than us - but equally there are others that had a really tough time of it and for them it must have been a living nightmare.
I'm not going to lie - if we could have another pandemic - but without the death (which means that it's not realistically going to happen doesn't it) I'd really love it. I loved not being forced to interact with other people and also having all the pressure taken off to socialise. I'm not sure that says such great things about me as a human, but we all knew that anyway.
We still have a hole in our shower room ceiling. It's turning out to be a nightmare to get the plumber to return. It's really pissing me off, the builder has been amazing and so has the electrician. I managed to get husband to agree to a new light in the dining room (after the valentines day massacre). I ordered a new one and as soon as the electrician put it up - I suddenly realised I'd purchased a massive dust trap. Hey ho - we live and learn. It was very strange seeing the old light leave the house. We've had that light since 1989. Our first ever big 'forever' purchase. We got it from a department store in Brighton called Harrington's - at the time it was the big posh shop in town.
The shop closed down years ago - department stores don't seem to be the big thing around here any more. However, the light continued to survive. As the electrician took it away to dispose of it I had a little pang of sadness. That light was in the sitting room of our first flat, then our first house and then in this house. Though to be fair it was perfect for the sitting room of our first flat because that had 12 foot ceilings. It was less perfect for the next two houses because they had normal height ceilings - and it was quite a statement light.
In our current house on Birthdays it's always been a tradition to pop party poppers over it so that they hang off for about a week. It's husbands birthday next week - what are we going to do!!!!!
We're supposed to have a heatwave in the coming week. It is sunny, but there is no sign of heat yet. Watch this space.......
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