Thursday, 16 April 2015


As you know I like my television. And over the past two months I have had plenty of time to enjoy a lot of it. The old Doctor Who, Time Team (archeological digs all over Britain) and lots more. During the first few weeks there was Hogan's Heroes. A show I had never heard about, but I thought it was funny and loved it when it was on telly every day. And then, after three out of six seasons, they stopped. Not a clue why, they just stopped. Which was annoying, since I hadn't seen them all yet.

Then a few weeks ago, another channel started with Hi-de-Hi. And 'Allo 'Allo. And Are You Being Served. Which are all series I love watching (again and again). But when Hi-de-Hi was finished, they started with a new series: Just Good Friends, which I had never seen before. But, four episodes in and nothing! They stopped! Why???

Now, I hope that after all that ball banging with sticks (otherwise known as snooker) is finished, they will go back to airing that show. Because it is a fun show to watch and the leads aren't bad to look at either!

Fortunately they will not be stopping with Doctor Who anytime soon. At least I don't think so.

Tuesday, 14 April 2015

A day of work?

I had a day off yesterday. A very much needed day off. I slept late, had a lazy breakfast, watched a bit of television and then took the car out to get its tyres changed. Then I watched some more television, made dinner and went to bed early, so I would be okay this morning when I had to work early. After all, my energy levels are still quite low. 

We have this thing at work that tells you when to work. It only needs me to log in and of course I didn't do that, since I also have a piece of paper telling me when to work. I followed the piece of paper. So, when I got to work this morning at around 6.15am, I found out I wasn't on the list. I wasn't in the computer either. Basically I wasn't set up to work!

This was a bit of a conundrum, but I realised I didn't really want to sit at work for nothing so went home again. Once home I logged in and found out I have a team leader day today. A day set aside to spend on whatever I want or on team leader stuff. 

Now, I have been back at work for two weeks now. The first week was in the middle of the Easter holiday and there was hardly anybody at work. The second week was so tiring, I could deal with me and not much else! So, for the past two weeks I haven't been doing much team leading. In fact, not at all! I sat down and looked through the emails to see what I should do. Well, plenty of chats have to be had and some text messages have to be sent out. 

Mind you, today I will take it easy. I have a short shift tomorrow and split shifts on Thursday and Friday, so plenty of time to meet people and chat with them. And get back into being a team leader. 

Saturday, 11 April 2015

The result

The last time I had a headache? Not self-induced? Two days after the operation. Probably due to the heat, the epidural and the operation. And perhaps some residual hormones (I was due to have my period that week). Which means that I have been without a headache, not counting the chocolate one, for two months! TWO MONTHS!!!!! I can't remember the last time that happened!

Not only have I not had any headaches, I have been drinking a lot. Something I never used to do. Before the operation I would perhaps drink about half a liter a day. Sometimes more, often less. Which meant several problems that came from that. Let's call them blockages. However, the lack of fluid didn't mean I never went to the toilet. I would actually go often. Very often. I was known as the person who always had to go. Well, since the operation, I have been drinking three to four times as much, but I now have to remind myself: I have to do another bout of driving, perhaps it might be wise to 'go' before that. 

In other news: the last week has been hard on me. I never thought it would be this hard to actually get back to work. Being off work for 8 weeks (one week's holiday and seven weeks' sick leave), meant that I have lost a lot of energy. And when you are thrown into work fully again, with early starts, lots of driving, long shifts and busy routes, it makes one tired. It makes me tired. Although that might be the wrong word. The better word is probably weary. Down to the bone. And then when I got home, I wanted food. Fatty or sugary would be best. Although yesterday I did eat proper food. Sad to say it was double portion. Big portions at that! Anyway, one more day at work and then a day off. I will need it. 

The most important thing though: NO HEADACHES IN TWO MONTHS!!

Sunday, 5 April 2015

Photo on Sunday 2015-12

When in need, use Oswin! Now, you know of course that the structure in the photo is the chicken coop. Not in use as such and slowly disintegrating. As you can see in the photo one plank is missing. A perfect way of getting into the chicken coop. And hiding from whatever. 

Which is exactly what Oswin does on occasion. Not quite sure why she did on that particular day, since the weather was fine enough! Perhaps there was a mouse hiding in there! Click on the first photo and you can see Oswin getting out!

Friday, 3 April 2015

At a loss

I must admit I am at a bit of a loss. I was planning to write a whole post about apple juice, but it was boring and was not good enough to be posted. Then I thought about a post about headaches, but I've written more than enough about headaches, you don't need me to write another one. Although you might like to know I only had one since coming out of the hospital and that was self-inflicted (too much chocolate). 

I could write about work, which will start at half past four today for me. Which will actually mean I will miss the Best of Eurovision concert on the BBC, but I will tape it and see it tomorrow. Speaking of Eurovision: I ordered the latest cd of this year's Eurovision, which for the very first time will include an Australian entry! They got a wildcard to enter. Eurovision just got even bigger. 

Anyway, this was a post about being at a loss. I wonder whether I have any photos of mazes or labyrinths...

Wednesday, 1 April 2015


He is bound to be there somewhere!
When I grew up, I wasn't invited to many birthday parties. Most of the people inviting me were girls who lived on the same street. There was however one exception and that was George. A boy in my class. He was not one of the popular, although I think that everybody remembers him, since he could throw massive temper tantrums. He once even tried to reconfigurate a whole classroom holding on to desks and chairs, while a teacher was trying to get him out of said classroom! 

George was a nice boy though. And he always invited me over for his birthday parties. There would be several other boys and girls there and we would usually have a nice time. Even if his little brother would also be there, which was not to his or our liking. 

We would have cake, we would have lemonade. We would play games and we would tell jokes. The worst kind. The 'your shoe lace is loose' kind of joke. Which isn't really a joke at all, but hey, we were about 10! The main reason for those type of jokes was the fact that George celebrated his birthday on April 1st. April Fool's. And silly jokes were part and parcel of every single birthday party he had. 

After primary school we both went to the same high school. We were in the same class and quite often we would cycle at least part of the way to school together (there were about five or six different locations). But then I left that school because we moved to another town. And I lost touch. When we had a reunion 15 years later he didn't come, although with great difficulties I did manage to get him on the phone at some point to ask questions about his time at school.

It's been 32 years since the last time I was invited to his birthday party. But his parties will always stand out to me. So, happy birthday George. Hope you have a great day!

This post is prompted by Spin Cycle. Thank you Ginny Marie at Lemon Drop Pie.

PS: your blouse is buttoned the wrong way!

Monday, 30 March 2015

The daily grind

I had gotten quite used to waking up at about 8.30am every morning. Sometimes a bit earlier, sometimes a bit later. The amount of times I had to get up at around 5am in the last eight weeks, I can count on the fingers on one hand! Most notably of course the day I was to go to the hospital (the day of the operation was actually 6am). 

But, going back to work means alarm clocks again. Waking up early again. Putting on my uniform again. Making a packed lunch again. It was tiring and I hadn't even gotten out of the door yet. 

Because I had been a bit apprehensive about going back to work and driving again, I had asked for a support driver. Just in case. For some reason this got misunderstood. Instead of someone supporting me in case of, I was supposed to be supporting somebody else! Well, after eight weeks of not driving (not counting the one day between holiday and sick leave), I was not letting somebody else do the driving!! So, the person on training, could just sit beside/behind me and tell me what way to go. Everything else I would do myself thank you very much. 

The shift I had wasn't too long. Fortunately, because by the end I was completely pooped. I am glad to say though, I was immediately at ease behind the wheel again. I knew my routes (even the one I hadn't done before, since it changed during my leave) and was even able to (more or less) keep to the time table. Tomorrow I will have an easy day. Yes, it's longer, but the routes are not hard and there aren't that many people around since it's Easter holiday this week. 

In other news: I deposited the money order and was told the money was going in immediately. Which means I can pay the rent on time! All of my colleagues I told about it, were quite surprised about the whole thing. They all thought it would arrive naturally in my bank account. It must have been something I did wrong (like not filling out the account number), but it's finally done now and I don't plan on going on sick leave any time soon again!

Sunday, 29 March 2015

Photo on Sunday 2015-11

It's spring. Or at least it ought to be. And the weather here in Norway over the last week has shown that it can be quite springy. Blue skies, flowers everywhere, well, trying to anyway. And then one day I woke up and found this! 

It was gone in about an hour again, but still. It's spring, it should be warming up. No more white stuff and double digits would be nice again. Hopefully soon...

Saturday, 28 March 2015


For days I have been checking my bank account now. Every day I checked to see whether any more money had arrived. And every day I was seriously disappointed. I knew how much money was due to come in, I had after all gotten the letter from the Social Security people, yet no money appeared.

Today I got another letter, stating how much money I had been paid, how much taxes and such. At the bottom it stated where (website) I could find when the money would arrive. But for some reason I didn't go there. Instead I got back to the first letter. And looked it over. Properly this time.

Oh my Grrrrrrrr. Really? Could I have been that blonde? Could I have been that stupid? Well, apparently I could have. Since I got the letter four days ago and could have had the money around the same time. If only...

If only I had read it properly. Which I obviously hadn't. Because I thought that since Norway is such a civilised country with such good internet banking and such, the money would be paid into my account. Alas. That was not how it works. At least not for me this time. 

I got a letter with a little bit attached. Normally it would be the to-pay bit, this time it was the to-be-paid bit. Which I have to fill out and take to my bank! And obviously haven't done yet and today the banks are closed. Monday will be my first option. I had better get in touch with my landlady!