Showing posts with label smoking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label smoking. Show all posts

Wednesday, 18 March 2015

Mr Gormley has sent in his little men

Hello. It's three years since I last had my knockers squashed, and today was the day for another checkup. They hide this trailer in a quiet corner of the hospital, not easy to find, no direction signs anywhere, though everyone gets a map on the back of the invitation letter. I park in Sainsbury's car park for any hospital visits. and take a brisk ten minute walk there. Just outside one of the entrances near the bus stop is where all the smokers gather for a crafty fag. The disgusting mess that litters the pavement and hedge bottom is awful. I have to hold my breath when I walk past, the stink is vile. 
In a few minutes the job was done. It's bloomin uncomfortable when the nurse manipulates my boobs into place, lean this way, look that way, drop your shoulder. It's not my fault I have two fried eggs, it's a wonder I didn't end up with cracked ribs. Anyway, best to get it done regardless of the discomfort. They will send a letter in the next two weeks.

I decided to pop into the Baths Hall, our big entertainment venue, which is next to Sainsbury's, I've had my eye on a show I fancy going to see. I've booked a seat for 'An Evening of Burlesque'. It's not till June but the tickets are £3.50 cheaper if booked before the end of March. Something to look forward to. I noticed a poster for a Body Building Competition, hmm, I wouldn't mind seeing that, never been to a live one before. I asked which seats are available. Seems they are removing the first block of seats nearest the stage and replacing them with tables, and these will be reserved for invited guests only. The available seats for the general public are behind them, quite a distance from the stage. No good to me, I like to be close to the action, not squinting at little dots on the stage. Bit disappointing.

We've got quite an important exhibition on at the Arts Centre at the moment. Field for the British Isles features 40,000 clay figures sculpted by over 100 pupils from two schools in Merseyside.

I couldn't take any photo's, not allowed, but the whole floor area of the church is covered in them. It took 20 volunteers a week to set them out. They look just like the picture on the leaflet, right up to the edges of the walls, there isn't a bit of floor space visible. An estimated 30 tons of clay was used, and 100 people turned up in September 1993 to make the models. You can read more about it on the Tate web site. Here is an article in the Mail with pictures of it being set up in another venue. It's here in Scunthorpe until the 27th of June if anyone wants to see it. It is pretty amazing.
Couldn't be bothered to cook tonight, and these peas and beans needed eating, so a simple zap in the microwave, and dinner in a couple of minutes at a cost of 2p. Don't worry, I won't starve, I've been nibbling so not very hungry. I think the wind will be getting up tonight. 
Thank you for your comments yesterday, I read them all, they are much appreciated. Catch you tomorrow.
Toodle pip

Wednesday, 20 March 2013

Here is the News at 9.21pm

Good evening. I've just had a gut busting bowl of home made curried, garlicky spicy stew. Boy was it tasty, it's amazing what you can make out of a few odds and ends. I haven't been shopping because I am running my food down in readiness for next weeks sprint across the country. Or that was the plan, until this morning, when I made the decision to postpone the trip after studying the weather forecast. We've had another rotten day here today, there is just no sense to it. They say that this miserable weather is going to continue all next week, and I don't want to be trudging mile after mile peering through rain spots on my specs. So folks, the big walk is off till next month.

In the meantime I will just have to see what the weather brings on a daily basis, and if it gets off to a good start, grab the opportunity to do a day walk. I shall also have a look at some bus timetables, I might even have a day out bus hopping. At least I will be dry and warm, and if I find some double deckers to ride on I will have a good view from the top deck. Maybe take a picnic.

I've recently had a comment from someone at Oxford Bus Museum. You may not have seen it because I wrote the post about my visit there last August.
Just seen your blog and pleased you enjoyed your visit. Lots of new events and exhibits arriving this year as 2013 is the Centenary for Oxford Motorbuses and for Morris Car manufacture, so please come again. www.oxfordbusmuseum.org.uk Oxford Bus & Morris Motors Museums.

I've just picked this from their web site, something you might like to see if you fancy a day out in Oxfordshire.
Friday 29 March As one of the events to celebrate the centenary of the establishment of Morris Motors at Cowley, a cavalcade of vintage cars will travel from the Longwall restaurant to the Museum, arriving from shortly after mid-day.
There are free vintage bus rides on the first and third Sunday of each month starting on April 7th.
If you want more information here is their web site. I am happy to pass this on, as it's a smashing museum, all run by volunteers. The kids will love it. Well this big kid did anyway, ha ha.
http://www.oxfordbusmuseum.org.uk/

Here is a recent comment, I am chuffed to little mint balls.

Frugal in Bucks20 March 2013 11:48
I wanted to thank you so much for something you don't know you have done. I have been a 20 a day smoker for 25 years now. It was the worst thing I ever did! I have tried giving up but only lasting days, sometimes just hours. Recently, you posted about smoking and added some you tubes including one on Alan Carr. I read and re read your post, I watched the videos and I am totally thrilled that I have now been a non smoker for 15 days. If you hadn't posted that, I would still be killing myself at a cost of £50 a week.
So from me and my lungs to you illona
A MASSIVE THANK YOU. Xxxxxxxxx

Wow, great news eh! I am so pleased that my smoking post touched a chord somewhere. Even if one person gives up the horrible weed, it was worth posting it. Frugal in Bucks, I am proud of you, well done. You are now a NON SMOKER. The Alan Carr video is very thought provoking, and he talks such good sense. £50 a week eh! £2,600 a year. You can have a fantastic holiday for that. You could put it towards a new car. In two years you could buy a nice car for £5,200, and live long enough to enjoy it. Has anyone else been inspired to take up the challenge of giving up the fags?

Last week our rescue rehomed two more cats. Luck seems to be with us regarding finding new homes. Some nice people are coming forward, and they are delighted with their new additions to the familly. If we don't have room to take in more cats, we are able to put them on our web page, while the cat needing rehoming is able to stay in it's own home until someone suitable comes along. It is working quite well, and stops people turning their cat out on the streets to fend for itself.

That's all for now. Toodle pip.

Monday, 18 March 2013

All @rse about face to me :o)

Good morning. This is the sight which greeted me as I opened the curtains at 7am, oh no, not more snow! It's getting a tad annoying now, especially as it's getting quite close to the date when I set off on my long walk. According to the weather reports we should be expecting it to be cold, with rain and snow, untill the end of the month. It's not clear whether it will be gone by the time Easter arrives at the beginning of April. I am going to have to do some serious thinking here, whether to postpone the walk untill the weather picks up, or to say stuff it, just do it anyway. I don't much like the idea of trudging mile after mile getting drenched to the skin. Although my waterproofs are pretty good at keeping the worst off me, if the weather doesn't improve, it's going to be more like an ordeal rather than a happy challenge. I'll make a decision soon.
My apologies for not posting last night. My broadband connection sometimes throws a wobbly and simply disappears off the face of the earth. I tried closing the computer and router down and then starting up again, which worked for a while, but half an hour later it was lost again. I decided that the best options was to say stuff it and make a start on another car body panel art project. I was thinking I want to make small holes in the panel and tried drilling, but that didn't work too well. Then I thought, aha, it's plastic so I can melt it. Yep, heat a nail up on a gas flame, held with pliers, and it quickly cuts through it. Good, now I can get on with an idea I have. 
I think you might have noticed by now that I've enabled word verification. To be honest, the spammers were doing my head in, all automatic of course. Masses of them, every two minutes, were coming in. It has been such a relief these last 24 hours to see that now they are blocked, I have no spam comments at all. I am sorry that I have had to inconvenience you in this way, I hate word verification myself, and know how difficult it is to see the gobboldygook we are supposed to copy into the little box. Don't be confused if I suddenly change the settings back, I want to see if intermittent on/off makes any difference to the spam bots, how long does it take them to recognise changes in status. It's woman against a machine, and I suspect machine will win. It's quite worrying really, the way computers can rule our world. 
Anyway, what shall I talk about now? A couple of things I have seen on a forum, which are linked in a way. Have you noticed when people want to make changes in their life, they seem to go about it arse about face. I'm talking about money saving here, tightening the belt, and cutting back, though the same thing also happens when they want to lose weight, start growing veg, stop smoking, or get fit. 
The will is there to start making these changes, but then they feel they need to spend money to achieve their goal. As I have demonstrated in my fitness video, you don't actually need to spend money to get fit. Yes, I bought a cross trainer, because I find that fun to use, and I saved up for it. I deliberately put it in my living room so I can do a few laps at anytime. I didn't actually need it, but I do actually use it. How many people have exercise equipment out of sight in their spare bedroom, shed, or garage, bought in a flurry of well meaning enthusiasm. And how many people actually make time to use it, or is it a case of out of sight out of mind. So, what's arse about face where buying exercise equipment is concerned? Just looking at the rowing machine or exercise bike does not make you fit. Nope. Putting some music on and dancing around the living room, is cheap and good for you. A bit of skipping, stepping, and stretching is good for you, and it's free, no equipment needed. 
Have you noticed how many people are hung up about following a particular weight loss diet. They read about a new idea in a magazine, and think, oh, I'll try that. Weighing portions, counting calories, buying shakes, the this and that diet. They end up constantly thinking about food and spending more money at the health food store. They buy more gadgets for their already full to bursting kitchen cupboards, which eventually get donated to a charity shop because they have lost interest. Being on a diet is pants, it makes you spend money, don't do it. So how can I talk about dieting, because I have no need to lose weight? Well I do know a bit about it, I crept up to almost 11 stone while I was driving, stuffing my fat face with all mannner of crap. My diet was mainly heart attack material. Why do you think I don't need to diet now?  Because I eat healthy food, end of. The ocassional chocolate bar, or biscuit, or ice cream, does pass my lips, but as a treat. So, what's arse about face where weight loss diets are concerned? It makes you focus on food which gives you a feel good boost if you are down, rather than food which you need to keep your body alive. There is a difference. On a diet you feel deprived of all the nice things that you can't eat, you feel sorry for yourself, and have a treat, and another, and another. I have trained myself to love steamed vegetables. Simple food can be just as nutritious if you vary it, and costs less, so a bonus there. 
I'm on a roll now, what's the next arse about face example. Growing veg. There are two reasons why people start growing their own veg, (1) to save money, and (2) home grown veg tastes nicer. Good reasons. If you are in it to save money, like I am, it's a bit arse about face to go to a garden centre and buy a spade, a fork, and loads of tools you think you might need. Then buy a greenhouse with all the paraphenalia that goes with it, flower pots, staging, the list is endless, one thing leads to another. The gravel to put on the floor of the greenhouse, the slabs to lay around the outside of it, so it looks neat and tidy. OMG, it's got to look neat and tidy. You're growing vegetables to eat, they grow in muck, nothing neat and tidy about that. You can get loads of free stuff for your veg garden out of skips, from neighbours who want to get rid of something, from freecycle and freegle. All I bought was a few bags of compost to get my seeds started and get my raised beds going. I scrounged loads of hoss muck from horse owning friends, and turned my own kitchen and garden waste into compost. Spending money to save money is arse about face.
Ok, so I admit it, the next example is something which I know very little about. How to give up smoking. I have never smoked so I haven't experienced how hard it is to give up. I can only write about how I see it, from my common sense approach. I think we all recognise that tobacco is a poweful drug, once hooked it's very difficult to go back. In my mind, arse about face comes into this when you substitute one method of getting a nicotine fix, with another. So you stop the fags, and start on the patches. Or you get the electronic version because you feel lost without something in your hand. So, by delaying the outcome of stopping smoking you merely put it on hold for a while. You want to let yourself down gently, you feel lousy and you need a crutch to prop yourself up while you experience withdrawal symptoms. A bit arse about face if you want to ditch the dreaded weed permanently. I don't want to turn this into a lecture because addiction of any kind can be crippling. If you try and give up, and fail, keep trying. If cutting down is not working, try cold turkey.
One more example of arse about face. A woman does an online shop and spends £155, she is chuffed that she has chosen some special offers that have given her a reduction of £27, money that she feels has been given to her. Erm, no, it was hers in the first place. She thinks she is in profit, and this idea could be taken up by others to help them pay off their debts. I agree that buying multiples of the same item if it is on offer is a good thing, but only if you actually need them, and can be sure of using them. Having a mini version of Tesco in your pantry is not good housekeeping, it can get out of control, and becomes hoarding. She doesn't say if she did an inventory of her cupboards and freezer before she placed this large order, whether she had worked out how long it would last her, and whether the stuff was actually needed. I have never done an online shop, but I suspect that you could easily get carried away ticking the boxes, a bit like being let loose in a sweet factory. Tick a box, oh, we'll have this, and we'll have that while we're at it. Might as well chuck that in the trolley as well. I can't see that curbing your spending is any easier when shopping on line. If your instinct is to buy whatever you like, then justify it by focussing on how much you have saved on special offers, your spending is out of control. Seems a bit arse about face to me. 
I think I'd better stop now. It's going to take you a few days to trawl through this lot. You've got double rations this morning, two posts in one. My fingers have set the keyboard on fire, ha ha.  
Lunch time. Toodle pip.

Friday, 1 March 2013

Don't let it kill you

I heard a snippet of news on the car radio yesterday afternoon, they were talking about smoking in cars being a kind of child abuse. Anna Soubrey, junior minister for public health, is calling for smoking to be banned in cars where children are present. 
I remember travelling in my aunts car when I was young, she was a smoker, as was most of the family. My mum and dad both smoked, my brother and sister, both took the habit up. My grandma smoked, in fact I think most people that I came into contact with smoked. For some reason, I was born a non smoker, thank goodness, but it's amazing that I haven't died of lung cancer by now, being exposed to all that passive smoking. 
My dad died at the age of 46, dropped dead in a shop. Thirty a day full strength Capstans, and  ten pints of beer a night helped him along. My mum died far too early at 64, herself a smoker for may years, and overweight. My sister has given up thank goodness, but the beer and fags got my brother. He died eighteen months ago of stomach cancer.
I used to go into people's houses where the air was thick with tobacco smoke, and I hated it. Relatives came to our house and lit up while mum made a pot of tea, they all sat around filling theirs and my lungs with copious amounts of cough inducing smoke. Gasping for breath, I had to escape outdoors. Then I started going to the 76 Club in the High Street, a long narrow cave with a low ceiling, a bit like the famous Cavern Club. Couldn't see anything in the dimly lit room, and being poisoned as well. I used to come home reeking of stale tobacco, and hurriedly removed my clothes minutes after I had returned home. The next morning the vile smell still lingered in my hair.
I even dated boys who smoked, I must have been mad. I tried to feel sexy when they kissed me, but all the time I was feeling sick. It really was like kissing an old smelly ash tray. Not that I ever have. Then, I can't believe I am saying this, when I was 21 I lived with a smoker for a short period of time. The things you do for love, eh! I must have been bonkers. Turning my face away from his to get away from the fag breath, and just occasionally pretending it didn't matter, and hoped he wouldn't take long with his love making. That relationship was doomed from the start. And smoking used to be advertised as being sexy! Not in my book it isn't.
Thank goodness smoking has been banned in public places now. They have all moved outside, huddled round the door, shivering and stomping their feet to keep warm. As you can guess, I am very much anti smoking. This in not a rant, a witch hunt against smokers, people make their own decisions about their lives. Apart from all the anti social implications of the dreaded weed, I cannot for the life of me understand why anyone would want to jeopardise their health by inhaling tobacco smoke. It just seems a no brainer to me. Maybe that's because I've never even tried it. I know someone who had a health scare last year, he was lucky and survived. He was told to give up smoking. He did for a while, a very short while. He is back smoking again. Why oh why do people have so little regard for their body that they are willing to compromise their health, and opt to take the risk of dying earlier than they need. I will never understand.
Yes, I think smoking should be banned anywhere near children, in cars, even in private homes. It's not fair to poison children in this way. They aren't all as lucky as me to be born a non smoker, many will follow their parents example. I've found a bit of info for you, if you are interested.
Take a look at this lady, she made me cry. 

Now read this.

I am reading a lot of good things about Allen Carr.


If you smoke, please try very hard to give up.
Toodle pip.