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Plastic bags are so versatile!


1)  I didn’t have another basket handy and I didn’t think I could do much with the foliage to hand and a plant pot

2)  It was cold outside on Thursday night and surprisingly dark

I decided to go with a variation of the plastic bag Christmas wreath for my Mum’s plot.  So courtesy of Tesco for the background and Billabong for the flowers here it is.

Because I didn’t feel up to rummaging in the glory-hole for a small embroidery hoop (let’s face it you have to be in the mood for that short of thing) I decided to use two pieces of cardboard – not one of my best ideas, it eventually tears so I ended up sticking the torn hoop, with cool glue gun glue (I wouldn’t like to deal with a hot one), to a cardboard background and then  sticking the remainder of the strips in a continuation of the circle and popping just a few in the middle to fill it out.  It’s only dinky about 8″ across.

To  finish it off I made some flowers as per this template here and glued them on too.  I have made these flowers before from fabric and they are very simple and very effective especially if you bunch them together like a mini bouquet and you can always throw in a leaf or two depending on the look you want.

Things I learned – it takes more glue than you think to stick plastic to cardboard and do not under any circumstances mix plastic bags with a lap top.  The strips and more importantly little off cuts become so staticy they stick to EVERYTHING – you, your jim jams, the floor, the desk, each other, the door frame and the small furry family member and thus migrate (even though you think you have got them all) to the landing carpet, downstairs and the bed!

Oh and because the Hetty (vacumn) was downstairs on Thursday night and I didn’t want to risk carrying it up to hoover the landing I had one of those moments that you normally only see in comedy programmes with a friend yesterday.

We were going to take Bud for a walk – Chris isn’t completely settled with him yet but getting better – so after we’d been to the dentist, a retail park (rug – no, dog food – yes, a foot pump – yes), B&Q quick bite to eat (I realise this doesn’t count as going out) and some light bulbs not the ones we went for because even though B knew exactly what we wanted when faced with all the choices – he didn’t!  After two furniture shops on the way home where we bought two settees (we’ve had the others about 15 years so I think we’ve had our moneys worth) we arrived home to find Chris had been outside for about 10 minutes.

B opened the garage, Bud went crazy, we’d been out three hours, and then B went crazy as Bud had chewed some more door frame.  We went in the house and left Bud and B ‘discussing’ it.  Chris nipped to the toilet.  When we were out walking she said…

‘Er, I think Bud might be in extra trouble.’

Me:  ‘Why?’

Chris: ‘Did you see the state of your landing carpet, with all those bits?’

Me:  ‘It was like that before we went out!’

Chris: ‘Oh, I thought Bud must have done it while you were out!’



Attack of the Transient Ischaemia

No it wasn’t a mugging by a de-oxygenated tramp.

Chris, the friend who came to Liverpool with me last Friday and who has been known to introduce me as her adopted daughter, had a TIA (transient ischaemic attack) commonly known as a mini stroke on Monday.  Don’t worry she’s fine – still a bit deer in the headlights stunned but basically fine.

On Monday Chris jollied off to her office cleaning job where she spends a few hours every week day morning.  (She has a law degree by the way – I don’t think it was a mandatory job requirement but I just felt the need to point that out particularly as someone, not me, once referred to her job as ‘a bog washer’ obviously I have referred to it as that a lot since.)

So there Chris was hoovering, or Henrying as she uses a Henry, one of the director’s office when she found that she couldn’t move her foot.  Her brain said move, her foot ignored, or I could say blanked, it.  Not one to draw attention to herself, Chris then attempted to carry on regardless even though she felt like she was dragging her leg – so attempted to unobstrusively drag her foot and the Henry down the corridor.  She did make it through her work and made it home where it was then decided it might be a good idea to go to the local Walk-in Centre.  They said they thought it was a TIA and she could either go home and make an appointment with her GP or go to the hospital, which was what they would recommend.

After a night in A&E she got a bed on a ward and stayed in until Wednesday during which time she had numerous blood pressure and temperature takings and a scan.

Said scan revealed that there was no damage to Chris’s brain which was received with mixed feelings.  You see she has always wanted a brain tumor*, for more years than I have known her and that’s slightly more than 20 years, so much so that her husband asked her if she was disappointed.  Mind you since she turned 60 Alzheimers has taken pole position with the thought that plently of mini strokes could get her on the way there.  In fact for years we (I found out I was classed as family after she shouted at me for being late about 16 years ago) have known that when Chris has a stroke and was immobilised it was one blink for yes and two blinks for no, or was it two blinks for no and one blink for yes – well it was one or the other.  In fact there’s been quite a few illnesses mentioned over the years – I’m not saying Chris is a hypochondriac – just typing it!

There has been a pain behind Chris’s left ear, just at night, for at least ohhhh four years which the GP attributed to rheumatism as a bunch of nerves all meet up at the point in question.  Chris however has never been completely satisfied that this was the reason, and had only said the other week that the only reason she didn’t go back to the doctors was because she knew they would sent her for an MRI – which she had once and said was the worse thing EVER!  So when I went for mine, and being slightly claustrophobic I was a little windy – however due to the wind blowing through and keeping my eyes closed it was a doddle. 

The doc Chris saw at the hospital yesterday said to just carry on as normal, the one she saw today said the same except for driving… no driving for a month.  So it was just as well she got her appointment today as we were supposed to be going to a  nativity in the town centre tonight and it had crossed my mind that I didn’t want to be part of a local newspaper headline that read…

Two women killed in road traffic accident after one has stroke at wheel, completely tragic as passenger was in complete remission from myeloma

especially if it involved a bus!

 * I know that someone who visits here may have one she’d like to give away, so if you read this and could get it fed exed here, preferably gift wrapped, by Christmas that would be great.