Wednesday, 2 December 2015

Walnut Cob

Today is bloods day, so I was off to the hospital again.



Me, waiting for the extraction.


"A pint? That's nearly an armful!"


As I've mentioned in this blog before, the NHS staff I've encountered during my treatment have been wonderful. This is Danny from Huddersfield who took my blood today. After a bit of cajoling he agreed to have his picture taken, but he asked me to make the picture mono. :0) 

I would heartily recommend Danny of you ever need your blood extracting, he was great. He is holding his snazzy tourniquet, my blood, and my wee pot, which I was yet to fill.

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I think I mentioned previously that we were looking for an alternative to a tree for Christmas. We were concerned that we'd have two cute kittens up it at every opportunity. So a week or so ago we had a morning collecting fallen branches. We left them to dry for a while, found a ball of twine, and created a wall mounted "tree".


We'll be taking orders for next Christmas.....

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I'm not a boxing fan, but if ever someone was destined to be a fighter, surely it was Tyson Fury. Nominative determinism is the idea that peoples names may have an influence in determining key aspects of job, profession or even character.

Examples from the wiki page:

A book called "Pole Positions — The Polar Regions and the Future of the Planet", by Daniel Snowman.

Jen Hunt of the University of Manchester stated in the October issue of The Psychologist: "Authors gravitate to the area of research which fits their surname." Hunt's example is an article on incontinence in the British Journal of Urology by A. J. Splatt and D. Weedon.

It doesn't always work. Watford have a striker by the name of Troy Deeney, which to my mind sounds more like a magician than a footballer.

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Snap club tonight - I'm doing a turn about Billy Bragg. And then - if I'm unlucky - another sleepless as I'm under the influence of dexamethasone........ugh. Tomorrow, chemo number 4.







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