Monday, February 3, 2014

Ok I am sitting here drinking some of Bill's excellent stout, which will tell the astute several things. 1)Barbs is not home. She's in the island hospital, with what we hope is a chest infection. At the moment she seems very cheerful and feeling a bit better. If you're on death's door the flying doctor takes you away to the big hospital on the mainland. 2)The heat has broken. Stout earlier would be not a great idea. 3)Work just isn't with me right now. I'm not a big beer drinker, but this is very good (I like the taste, but it makes me wee - which if you have my bladder -a mass of scar-tissue from bird Schistosomiasis -- my little gift from fish-farming, not stretchy is just not worth the visits to the convenience every half pint.

I took Peter for his first ever dive this this morning - while my wife was passing out on the doctor's surgery floor, which was a lot of fun than dealing with that would have been, although it was It brought home the fact the that you need to reach your kids to use goggles and a snorkel early. Trust me, it's much harder later. Anyway, I think he enjoyed himself a lot, and I take a great deal of pleasure in the enjoyment of others in things I love. He saw some fish, an eel/pipefish and a small flathead

And now to feed dogs and do some work if I can.

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  1. Sending best wishes for a speedy return to Barbs - hospital is NO FUN.

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    1. Thanks, fortunately one with two patients wasn't too bad :-)

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  2. I'm glad she's cheerful about it, but I hope she gets better soon!

    As far as the bladder - I'm afraid I have to spread the pain of bad pun. My Calmer Half said, "It must be a fluke!" and laughed in sympathy, as he's had a round with that, too.

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    1. heh. In my case 10's of thousands of flukes. I spent 2 years daily in water that had little room for the H2O it was so crawling with nasties, all done with the blythe opimism of youth. I bet he creaks and groans now with the delights of that 'bulletproof' belief we had back then. Still, it was better living in cotton wool. Still is.

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  3. Best wishes to Barb. I enjoyed meeting her at Ausiecon4. Laine

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    1. Thanks, will pass on :-) She's home now.

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