Monday, 24 July 2017

Miss Oswin goes missing


Well, that title is wrong! I knew exactly where I was. All The Time! But let's start at the beginning...

As you know my two-legger Mara will let me out of the house to roam the neighbourhood. And I love that. Sometimes I am gone all day long, sniffing at the grass, chasing birds, chasing mice, chasing other cats. But when Mara calls at night, I come back, because I get a treat and cuddles and such.

But on Saturday it was a bit different. I had been out all day and when Mara called, I did want to go in. I even answered to her, but she is a two-legger of limited hearing I think, because she didn't hear me. A few minutes later I hear her again, this time starting that car of hers. After about half an hour, she comes back and when she gets out of the car, she calls me again. And I answered again. She heard me!!

But then, guess what, she goes inside! Without me!! It took another 87 minutes for her to come out and let me in!!! Tsk tsk tsk...

note from the editor: how she did it, is a bit unsure, but I guess that when the landlord opened the garage to get something or other, she sneaked in and hid (because unless she's at home, she doesn't like other people much). When the landlord then closed the door: she was trapped. When I was at the door calling out, I didn't hear her because the garage is a good distance from the house. But after I came back and parked the car (next to the garage) and called out again, I heard her. Now there was a little problem though: the landlord was not home. Only one thing for it: I had to call him up. Fortunately he told me where (abouts) I could (possibly) find a spare key. But that took a little time and then I had to try every key before finding the right one. Ossie was out like a shot when I finally got that door open. She had probably been locked in all day.

Sunday, 23 July 2017

Photo on Sunday 2017-23

The goodies I got from the annual International market (about 10 stalls): 6 French yumminesses (gone the same day, they were just too good) and 4 packs of 'stroopwafels' or Dutch syrup waffles. I didn't think they would last, but so far I have not even finished the first pack. Mmmmmmmm.

Tuesday, 18 July 2017

Sometimes a girl just needs her daddy!

Yep, that's me and my daddy playing on the beach
Especially if her daddy can empathise a bit better than her mummy. Not that my mother cannot, but in character my Dad and I are really alike, so it's easier to talk to him. 

This time however it was something else that was bothering me. The book, or better yet, one chapter. About military service and one of the people I am highlighting was bothering me. Not himself of course, he is long gone (more's the pity), but his army career. 

My Dad
I could have forked out big money for a professional opinion on the matter. Or I could ring my Dad. Who knows a thing or two about army things. Seeing as he was regular army at some point. 

At first it was still a mystery, but after a minute (or five most likely), I finally started to grasp what he was saying. And realised that what I had written down wasn't wrong, it just was right twice. In other words, I used different wording to say the same thing twice. I changed it and now the story makes a lot more sense. I hope. And if the people who read it don't understand: they can talk to my Dad...

Sunday, 16 July 2017

Photo on Sunday 2017-22

When I first got Miss Oswin she had recently been operated on, to make her a non-reproductive kitty-cat (they found her with a litter already). And the area where her hair had been shaved stayed bald for a long time. Much longer than it should have taken.

Eventually though it did start to grow back, but it's not quite normal, since she now has curly hair on her belly!! Cats are strange creatures!

Thursday, 13 July 2017

The wall

The big ferris wheel in Vienna, Austria
As soon as I got my present this year (ie the photos on canvas) I knew I had to scour my vast collection of photos for some more beauties. In the end, there were 22! *Gulp* 

Kylemore Abbey, Co Galway, Ireland
But, some major weeding turned those 22 into 7. This time I didn't forget to put in the 25% discount code (I forgot the first time grrrr) and then the wait started.

The Cliffs of Dover, England
I got the notice for each and every one that it had been made and sent. Then I got a notice for each and every one that it was on the way. And today I got 7 text messages saying they had arrived. Oh joy!

Bryggen in Bergen, Norway
I picked them up, got them home, unwrapped them all and then the big ponder started: where to put them? In the end, after a bit of precarious balancing on the back of the sofa, I got them all up. 

Eiffel Tower in Paris, France
I had to change some of the others with the new ones and yes, there is still room on the wall for more! 

Ponte Vecchio in Florence, Italy
I think it looks smashing. If you want to have a better look at the photos, please biggify, although it is a photo of a photo, so some detail might be lost.

Poulnabrone Dolmen, Co Clare, Ireland
Now, before I get a call from a certain parental unit: yes, this photo was taken by you! Mine were rubbish and yours was brilliant. 

The wall

Wednesday, 12 July 2017


And here I was thinking I had already done so much! How wrong can a person be? Fortunately most of the information for one book can be used one on one in the other, but still. Finding the information, cutting it down into readable stuff, getting photos to accompany the stories (preferably family photos). 

However, I am moving along. Slowly but surely, chapters are there (1-4 so far, with 5 quite far along) and it starts looking good. In one book at least. The other is not quite as far, but as I said, most basic information is the same and the only thing left is finding people and stories from the past. 

Even though I have had some extra days off since the weekend, the headache actually prevented me from doing much. Which is a shame, but that's the way it is. I will have to work extra hard from now on. 

I am very pleased with how it's starting to look though! Yeah!!

Tuesday, 11 July 2017


Yes, even at this age I would suffer from migraine attacks
As you know I have been suffering from headaches lately. But to be honest, it hasn't been a recent problem. I remember my childhood with several severe attacks. Once there was a school skating race on a local pond and I felt terrible. After the races we were supposed to visit my paternal grandparents and the only thing I remember is feeling awful. I even visited a doctor at the time. X-rays were taken of my head (?) and my father was told that if the problems continued, my tonsils might need to be removed. I think the problems ceased for a while, because I never got them removed.

As a teenager I don't recall many episodes, although there have been one or two. I can't remember any attacks in my time in Yugoslavia, Italy or France, but once I moved to England, they came back, probably exacerbated by the amount of coffee I was drinking. Ever since I have had troubles. 

Yes, I have seen doctors about it. I even got prescribed medication. I was 23 and using beta-blockers. Which did help, but I stopped using them after a while, because I felt that I was too young to be on life-long medication for something that wasn't life-threatening. I was young and foolish. 

And then last week I got the sore throat, then the sniffles, then the blocked sinuses and then of course the headache and I had to call off work. Again. And enough was enough. Talking about seeing my gp would not be enough, an actual visit was in order.

This morning I saw my gp and told her everything. She listened, listened some more and in the end I left with a prescription for 3 (THREE) different drugs to be used for different types of headache. I also have to keep a headache diary, filling in all sorts of things from when it started, when it stopped, what medication, did it help etc. And then in two to three months we will evaluate and see whether it would be advisable to send me on to a neurologist (although I also think a throat, nose and ear doctor would be useful because of the sinuses). 

So, a step forward. Even if it will mean popping pills every evening to try and prevent headaches and then there will be other pills to be taken in case of a headache daring to raise its ugly head anyway...

Sunday, 9 July 2017

Photo on Sunday 2017-21

Do you remember the sea gull chick from last week? Well, when I looked a few days later, I saw not one, but three chicks. Being fed by one of their parents. I wanted to take a photo, but unfortunately I am not one to take a camera to the loo with me. Already the parent was done with the feeding and two of the chicks scarpered back from where they came. By the time I got back to the living room and grabbed a camera, the roof looked empty again.

I tried for several days after that, but I never saw either the one on its own, or the three of them. I don't think they have fledged already, because even from my distance I can see they still have quite a bit of down on them. 

So, instead of photos of the three chicks, I give you... Miss Oswin!

Saturday, 8 July 2017

Water this time

No, not to drink, to be used in a steaming sessions to clear the sinuses.
I am done with the sand. Although yesterday was particularly bad with the coughing, the throat is starting to behave itself a bit better and certainly doesn't hurt as much anymore. Of course now it's the muscles in my stomach and my sides that are hurting, but that's just the way life is. 

Unfortunately the sore throat and the coughing were a lead-up to something else. Which led me to leak. From my eyes, from my nose and even on occasion my mouth for some weird reason. Oh yes, I have a full blown cold! Apparently it's doing the rounds and thought that I might be a good host. I wish I wasn't! 

The cold played havoc on my sleep (the right Sandman came, but he was no match for my guest) and I woke up not entirely refreshed. Add to that a Miss Oswin who wants her breakfast and then go out... 

Right now there are tissue boxes dotted across my apartment, bins that are not so slowly filling up and me feeling a bit sorry for myself. I think I might have to partake in a few strawberries with vanilla sauce. Or a few more than a few.

Friday, 7 July 2017

More sand

Sleeping in a car. A looooong time ago.
I think I know what happened on Monday night. They hired somebody new! That must be it you know, there is no other explanation. 

As you may recall I had great trouble sleeping on Monday and actually read in bed (which I never ever do). In the end I did fall asleep only to wake up again far too early and I was quite tired the rest of the day. 

Now, I had thought the sandman hadn't come. Wrong! He had come, the new one I mean. But instead of sprinkling the sand in my eyes as he was supposed to do, he sprinkled it in my throat. And ever since Monday night I've had rasping sounds when trying to sleep. On Tuesday I started with a bit of coughing as well. On Wednesday I had a real nice whiskey voice and on Thursday morning it felt like I had sandpaper in my throat. Pure agony!

Since I am writing this a day in advance (ie on Thursday) I am not quite sure how my throat will be and my voice will sound today (ie Friday), but I doubt it will be fine already.

I think the new sandman needs a few more lessons!!!