Only you could know Queen Mary's birth date, and remember it, Kaimoana. Think we need to change your name to Professor Google. 🤣
Are we impressed, Grammaretto? Indeed we are, since I expect most of us have only managed a threatening look from a Park Keeper. She was certainly formidable and probably not someone that a small girl would cross swords with. Hope your bike is in mint condition before Tuesday, and PLEASE don't take any tumbles. You've only just been rebuilt and nothing must stand in your way whilst you press on with the house plans.
Doodle. Heavens to Betsy, can no one be trusted any more? It should be fairly safe to go to the Plaster Room and get a broken limb sorted out. But they've had two goes at it, still too tight and you were still suffering. What a carry on. So pleased it seems to be more comfortable now. Let's hope that it can heal now in the normal way.
Your 'adventure' reminds me of when I broke an ankle skiing, when I was very young and in my prime (meaning everything worked, nothing creaked so I was anxious to have two working limbs again as soon as possible.) Ankle broke whilst I was going uphill on a wretched drag lift. Seriously. This was down to the
idiotguy in the ski shop who set my bindings too tight. I caught an edge, and the ankle broke because the ski wouldn't !!!!! First part of inept treatment. After 6 weeks, or was it 8, I went to the Hospital and they cut off the plaster. I was quite surprised to see my poor wasted little leg - it looked awful and was going to take a while to build it up to match the other leg.
I was asked to sit on the bed whilst
another idiot took some X rays to see all was well. Bear in mind that people taking X rays do this all the time every working day. The moment she walked away from me to operate the machine, the plate that she had lodged in the equipment above my leg and which would produce the 'image', dropped out of its slot directly onto my leg!
She shrieked and actually ran out of the room!
Those X ray plates (in those days anyway) were really heavy. Not expecting the equivalent of a wall brick to be dropped on my leg made me shocked as well as angry, but I honestly couldn't work out why she'd run away. Someone else arrived and took the brunt of my comments before I got my apology.
Shall be thinking of you next week, K, out in the bush with a big bag, maybe labelled SWAG ! Hopefully you'll come back with lots and lots and this will make a big difference to how you feel. Have a good weekend everyone. Wonder if Neine has turned into Bridezilla yet, and everyone (including dogs) is learning fast how to sit still, don't make a mess, don't distract her - as she makes and re-makes check lists for the Special Day. Tell us how it's going Neine and hope it's going well.
Night all, sleep well, I'm off to the land of Nod. xx