Old Sneezes

Archive for November, 2007

Poles apart

Thursday, November 29th, 2007

No, this is not a sad tale about an immigrant separated from their loved one. It’s about common or garden poles. Ones that began life as trees, were cut down, stripped bare, coated in creosote, returned to an upright position and left to support an electricity cable for the rest of their natural deaths.
They are [...]

Two big size nines

Saturday, November 24th, 2007

I got a call yesterday. One I was expecting really. An elderly relation had just passed away.
She reared a large family and I have always been close to them, but closer to one in particular. I let things settle for an hour after his brother had broken the news to me then phoned him.
- Howya. [...]

Health Service Exectutive – Officialdom or Officialdoom

Thursday, November 22nd, 2007

A close family member of mine has a long term illness. One that is incurable and, in his case, worsening. By now, and aged just 40, his bladder has failed, his speech is incoherent, he has movement in only one hand. He needs the 24 hour care afforded to babies – dressing, washing, changing, feeding. [...]

Snippets # 14

Monday, November 19th, 2007

Look, I don’t have anything worthy of a fully fledged post right at the minute so you’re stuck with a Snippet. And yeah, I know I can normally turn trivia into travesty, but I’m not up to it today. It’s wet and miserable out.

The dog is particularly vociferous this morning. He’s running up and down, [...]

Spare ribs anyone?

Wednesday, November 14th, 2007

I’m back. Well sort of. Let’s say I’m Backish. Like Ivana. I’ll still be drifting in and out of the consciousness that is blogland for a couple of more weeks. It’s not right to be messing with the space-time continuum like that but it can’t be helped for the moment.
Now what was I saying? Oh, [...]

See the tree, how big it’s gone

Thursday, November 8th, 2007

A tale of two hedges continues.
They were cut, front and back, despite my protestations, a couple of weeks ago. They look so bare and pitiable, like Britney, it brings a tear to my eye.
What couldn’t be cut was two large tress. One is an ash and will look great, if a bit lonely, given time. [...]

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