tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14992969255349516092024-01-15T23:27:14.647-08:00tinyoneCroomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00493523252107146901noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1499296925534951609.post-77739044528144861002009-04-01T10:07:00.000-07:002009-04-01T11:07:22.901-07:00<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Hi everyone.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I decided to stick the innersole to my slipper again as it had come adrift, not a mean feat as it turned out!</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4LytPwfBLvbDmjkGfgpKVQzjdlqdYqvip1K-0-HFdyqjZv7gQDEz9hr9rXRqu_1o7ejtaWB7Iu65neMggCv1UQulHvuOXUm1MM1mNaoldDyzoI83skLqNCovoYKcpA_EMczcznOmJocn7/s1600-h/photo+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4LytPwfBLvbDmjkGfgpKVQzjdlqdYqvip1K-0-HFdyqjZv7gQDEz9hr9rXRqu_1o7ejtaWB7Iu65neMggCv1UQulHvuOXUm1MM1mNaoldDyzoI83skLqNCovoYKcpA_EMczcznOmJocn7/s320/photo+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319774289720468514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">What a mess I was in with both hands stuck fast and no Dave to help, I had to ring Jay my friend for help (again no mean feat) Jay arrived and the task of getting me unstuck began. We tried everything, in the end Jay had to cut my hand out of the shoe...</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGet_1roUGd5DH_R4TZsYVNcz_iTTw8AQPObNuvktr2NaJ2ynTJ9ziP33Z7jNlWTWSQ7ZdsEBOnTw0TGzAZP5j4TEDLUnMhhVisjatjzjzUXqHeMTIGT0eBfGwP1m0xQhfKNnm9tXmXOVg/s1600-h/Photo+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGet_1roUGd5DH_R4TZsYVNcz_iTTw8AQPObNuvktr2NaJ2ynTJ9ziP33Z7jNlWTWSQ7ZdsEBOnTw0TGzAZP5j4TEDLUnMhhVisjatjzjzUXqHeMTIGT0eBfGwP1m0xQhfKNnm9tXmXOVg/s320/Photo+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319774692844431442" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The tube of glue was a very different story, it kept springing leeks every where, I kid you not; it shot straight out on my tummy like a balloon full of water springing a leak.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">You will possible notice that I had to take a shower with glue still stuck to me and change my clothes due to them being stuck to my tummy!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">After the shower (which we had hoped would do the trick) it did not, we tried soaking the glue of in acetone but as you can see my hand could not go in the widest cup we could find!</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAI0T5evu3DUe38arqZTs_8Ox3RHL720KDC4k2Hrka2Lw0cNxWpvTsqqUXbpjUSi8EpWI3VpSn6najjrjOPaC7mdGBh3SLwdhFFo1icyYj3T83dTn1A5Ht6i5GnxarlKUcuJLa8sZcCjZH/s1600-h/still+stuck.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAI0T5evu3DUe38arqZTs_8Ox3RHL720KDC4k2Hrka2Lw0cNxWpvTsqqUXbpjUSi8EpWI3VpSn6najjrjOPaC7mdGBh3SLwdhFFo1icyYj3T83dTn1A5Ht6i5GnxarlKUcuJLa8sZcCjZH/s320/still+stuck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319775013123135730" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">We eventually managed to get it off by dipping a stick in acetone and forcing my fingers apart!! The air was blue with screams of OUCH. Only I could put a sticky messy tube onto a shelf. You have guessed it, I was stuck again!</span><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9nETRehg_y9C7rgBZYpnrHm7UlM1STIDMc9nYowj0VzUDP6eCI3xHuCY1paF8DLX8QWhicR6G97gWQYf2FpA2fJeeVBKgyhODCC0uFkYCTsbBxkoDky_PC7nR0XN8KWSp9AfbQmsj1d8E/s1600-h/cleaning+upk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9nETRehg_y9C7rgBZYpnrHm7UlM1STIDMc9nYowj0VzUDP6eCI3xHuCY1paF8DLX8QWhicR6G97gWQYf2FpA2fJeeVBKgyhODCC0uFkYCTsbBxkoDky_PC7nR0XN8KWSp9AfbQmsj1d8E/s320/cleaning+upk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319775636884331698" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Once we removed Tina the glue was stuck fast</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO7UOu-_-zNLgvfx5BbAFEKUS1laFYYRgqmEnMmTpgr5aKnFgn3w8aV4roZDqW9GYMK5lbOBSaEeO1TsmnjSenPXFYh_n_3Lj3O2T9IR1ANQHm6-j8pntSs6BjeZYE_UxpoXshtPb2WMnb/s1600-h/glue.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO7UOu-_-zNLgvfx5BbAFEKUS1laFYYRgqmEnMmTpgr5aKnFgn3w8aV4roZDqW9GYMK5lbOBSaEeO1TsmnjSenPXFYh_n_3Lj3O2T9IR1ANQHm6-j8pntSs6BjeZYE_UxpoXshtPb2WMnb/s320/glue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319776423431624994" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Dave returned home and came to our rescue…well sort of, as you can see once the tube and I was free of the shelf, it became firmly stuck on Dave!!!</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJEgY2GbMT9BK2YdeqL_0JEVVAP8Jm0VtjWLdsXCfEhAKOn-mnkSViOjEJaC1su66wtUrWYQYb7Bgr72nssHUaDW1zN7IwoBkrJJIi2y1cvfIZLO0qrvDZWp0rSl8FLInGVYxzFQZ04ZfL/s1600-h/dave+stuck+too.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJEgY2GbMT9BK2YdeqL_0JEVVAP8Jm0VtjWLdsXCfEhAKOn-mnkSViOjEJaC1su66wtUrWYQYb7Bgr72nssHUaDW1zN7IwoBkrJJIi2y1cvfIZLO0qrvDZWp0rSl8FLInGVYxzFQZ04ZfL/s320/dave+stuck+too.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319777036424031522" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Once we removed the offending tube from Dave, poor Dave was left to chip the glue off!!</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheliLO3JuwRlg5fleN8009vf-y5tMfWup0TQE3X0J340gM-Ocdw7k-uBUhe2gPEU6xemiw30ceeMqjj7Na98um1yEIc8DD1j5HT-ePG-FKfoYDVZNCNe1huGgddioVNWuQeByavzOcHA-P/s1600-h/cleaning+up.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheliLO3JuwRlg5fleN8009vf-y5tMfWup0TQE3X0J340gM-Ocdw7k-uBUhe2gPEU6xemiw30ceeMqjj7Na98um1yEIc8DD1j5HT-ePG-FKfoYDVZNCNe1huGgddioVNWuQeByavzOcHA-P/s320/cleaning+up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319776835226213090" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Please place a comment</div>Croomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00493523252107146901noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1499296925534951609.post-70595074912749605792008-09-29T15:40:00.000-07:002008-09-29T15:58:29.894-07:00My Little MiracleI was thrilled to bits to see an Iceland open just down the road from us. The opening day was last Wednesday but I had Bible study in the morning and then straight on for lunch at a friend’s house and so could not go. I was not too sad because I knew I would be sooo devastated to see all that cheap English meat that I so desire to cook with, and not have anywhere to store it. We never got to go on Thursday either because other things kept popping up, as I said I was not sure I wanted to be upset by it anyway. Thursday evening we went to Bible study. After the study we were all sitting round chatting and someone mentioned the new Iceland, they were all saying how wonderful it was and how cheap the food was. Someone said “You are quiet Tina, haven’t you been yet? “ I laughed and said I had not but as I haven’t got a deep freeze there wasn’t really any point. Everyone seemed surprised I did not have one. I said “Well I nearly had one about two years ago. Do you remember that someone gave one to the Church and Mary said after they had gone that the Church really did not have a use for it, she then asked if anyone needed one. I kept quite because I was very new and too shy to grab it. So I missed out” Irene Maria said “Well maybe not Tina” she went on to explain that it was Joan who had claimed it but as she lived upstairs in a flat and had a good one in perfectly good working order (just a bit rusty on the outside) they decided it was not worth all the effort. It got put in the store room and that is where it has remained for well over a year! Irene Maria asked if anyone had any objections to the Church giving it to me and everyone was delighted. I had my Freezer! We took it home that evening and could not believe how new it was, it has a top for ice cream etc and three large draws. It has not got a mark on it and did not even need a wash (although I gave it one lol) Friday morning saw Dave and I in Iceland spending next weeks house keeping. Oooh I was so excited…a large bag of pork and beef sausages for just 3.50 Euro, chops… mince, even a turkey breast joint for 6 Euros. My freezer is now quite full of the most exciting meats and vegs. Even a few ice-lolly’s in the top :O) You see there are Miracles aren’t they? God waited for Iceland to open before giving it to me. wooooweeeeee<div class="blogger-post-footer">Please place a comment</div>Croomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00493523252107146901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1499296925534951609.post-19688954922127994142008-09-29T15:33:00.000-07:002008-09-29T15:37:15.068-07:00Testing for TinaThis is just to test if I can put a blog and a photograph on for Tina, as she is having trouble.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SOFYgPnM2wI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/e2Mo-EJPxVs/s1600-h/after+all+the+strokes!.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251575951460719362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SOFYgPnM2wI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/e2Mo-EJPxVs/s400/after+all+the+strokes!.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Please place a comment</div>Croomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00493523252107146901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1499296925534951609.post-32303816860300307222008-06-18T06:25:00.000-07:002008-06-18T07:32:52.220-07:00Golden Wedding Anniversary<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SFkSn7ijQjI/AAAAAAAAArQ/JerZCci3bCs/s1600-h/Enie+Mary+Dave.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SFkSn7ijQjI/AAAAAAAAArQ/JerZCci3bCs/s320/Enie+Mary+Dave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213218520864866866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SFkShHr9vRI/AAAAAAAAArI/zuPi4wLMySw/s1600-h/close+up.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SFkShHr9vRI/AAAAAAAAArI/zuPi4wLMySw/s320/close+up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213218403866492178" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:130%;">Mary and Ernie celebrated their GOLDEN WEDDING ANNIVERSARY and asked Dave and I if we would be their guests in the new and wonderfully large posh Chinese Restaurant.</span></span> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">To make the evening as special as we could we had a pale pink (Mary’s fav</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">ourite colour) crystal heart engraved with the words MARY AND ERNIE<span style=""> </span> 1958. On it. I gi</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">ft wrapped the box in gold paper with a pretty gold bow. I made them an anniversary card all in gold and very gold glittery as well.</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">The evening of the meal arrived, </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">earlier that afternoon Dave had gone to see the staff to ask for the anniversary waltz to be played and a presentation of cheap champagne to be presented.</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> We all set off to the restaurant. Dave wrote on a piece of paper ‘Mary and Ernie. Golden Wedding Anniversary’ and gave it to the man as we entered the restaurant as a reminder.</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br />The meal was fantastic meal.<br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SFkQ0_yB84I/AAAAAAAAAqg/U0ExTpjRCWc/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SFkQ0_yB84I/AAAAAAAAAqg/U0ExTpjRCWc/s200/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213216546318578562" border="0" /></a></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SFkQmX16h-I/AAAAAAAAAqY/ESs3WGRtLIo/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SFkQmX16h-I/AAAAAAAAAqY/ESs3WGRtLIo/s200/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213216295079282658" border="0" /></a></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">The live singer matched the meal, the manager of the restaurant gave us a nod and the band struck up and the singer sang loud and clear ‘Happy</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> Birthd</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">ay to you’ Happy Birthday Maryernie<span style=""> </span>happy birthday to you. Then he announced in broken English that it is Maryernies 50<sup>th</sup> Birthday today!<br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">Well Mary did not know whether to be pleased they thought her 50 or to laugh out load, she did both :O).<span style=""> </span>The manager came up with half a bottle of really expensive champagne (Mary and Ernie said so) we were so scared as we had said four glasses of a cheap champagne. To our amazement and gratitude he then said ‘on the house’</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">Later after eating Dave and I did our usual thing of getting up to dance to a slow Elvis song. After the dance was finished the singer then said in a load vo</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">ice to the room</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">“Everyone say happy birthday to Maryernie” and promptly blew me a kiss!</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">I really think that this was the last straw for poor Mary lol.</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">We finished off the evening back at our house eating the large trifle I had made for them. They stayed really late and had a wonderful evening and a very good laugh at </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span lang="EN-GB">Spain</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span lang="EN-GB"> and the language barrier.</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">Some photos of carved tree roots etc that were in the gardens.</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SFkRiG5Dj7I/AAAAAAAAAqo/9ZYMKx07RZ0/s1600-h/Mary.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SFkRiG5Dj7I/AAAAAAAAAqo/9ZYMKx07RZ0/s320/Mary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213217321321205682" border="0" /></a></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SFkSS51nNWI/AAAAAAAAArA/4DJhyekqQg0/s1600-h/Coach.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SFkSS51nNWI/AAAAAAAAArA/4DJhyekqQg0/s320/Coach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213218159630693730" border="0" /></a></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SFkSD8GemRI/AAAAAAAAAq4/CtfIXiHh1Uc/s1600-h/right+side.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SFkSD8GemRI/AAAAAAAAAq4/CtfIXiHh1Uc/s320/right+side.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213217902540265746" border="0" /></a></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SFkRyhmOTEI/AAAAAAAAAqw/QI393VJt2uc/s1600-h/peacock.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SFkRyhmOTEI/AAAAAAAAAqw/QI393VJt2uc/s320/peacock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213217603367881794" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Please place a comment</div>Croomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00493523252107146901noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1499296925534951609.post-49726521620635622212008-05-07T09:11:00.000-07:002008-05-07T13:39:12.549-07:00Helen Shapiro<span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">Helen Shapiro</span><o:p></o:p></span></span> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">We were quite excited about hearing Helen</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> Shapiro’s story about her converting</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> from a Jew to a Christian.</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">As we had managed to sell 800 tickets (along with the Church that organized this</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> outreach) we decided to get there really early in order to bag good seats if</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> possible.</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">Dave and I had made a run the evening before and peeped in; we found the</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> seating to be 800 plastic chairs one behind the other (not graduated).</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> Both Rosemary and I were only 5.½"tall, also having</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> Millie with us, (a tiny Philippino lady who is a head shorter than me!)<span style=""> </span>We needed front row seats!</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">The outreach started at </span><st1:time minute="30" hour="19"><span lang="EN-GB">7.30pm</span></st1:time><span lang="EN-GB">, we live about 15 minutes from the venue, and we decided to start off at </span><st1:time minute="15" hour="17"><span lang="EN-GB">5.15pm</span></st1:time><span lang="EN-GB">. We arrived at </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><st1:time minute="30" hour="17"><span lang="EN-GB">5.30pm</span></st1:time><span lang="EN-GB"> and were the very first in line :O).</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">All the counselors were let in first for a briefing and a bite to eat (they had been</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> there all afternoon praying for the outreach), eventually at </span><st1:time minute="30" hour="18"><span lang="EN-GB">6.30pm</span></st1:time><span lang="EN-GB"> the doors were opened for us, 800 seats are a lot of seats so there were no jostling at all. We</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> managed to get the very seats we had decided we wanted the evening before, right in front of the rostrum!</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">We had been warned by Babs not to be disappointed as she had heard on the radio thgat Helen Shapiro did not sing at out reach events, also Jeanette who had attended one in Doncaster thinking it was a concert, was also very disappo</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">inted to find it a ‘boring two hour talk’ also a third lady who had attended one of these outreached by Helen Shapiro said Helen did not sing.</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">Well all I can say is we must have prayed hard enough and been very blessed because whilst we were sitting there at 7pm Helen walked onto the stage, she</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> smiled and said “ I have 30 minutes before I officially start, what say we hav</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">e a few songs” <span style=""> </span>We were on the way to a fantastic evening :O)</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SCHYgQOeCvI/AAAAAAAAAp4/l8OYc47oiaM/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SCHYgQOeCvI/AAAAAAAAAp4/l8OYc47oiaM/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197673493585332978" border="0" /></a></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">Helen sang 21 gospel songs; we had not heard many of them before, a lot she sang in English breaking into Hebrew. It was extremely nice the way she had arranged the evening, she would be talking and the music would start very quietly,</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> gradually getting loader and Helen would break into a song that was relevant to what she was saying, again the music would gradually get quieter as did her voice until it stopped and she would continue with her story.</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> <span style=""> </span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SCHYuwOeCwI/AAAAAAAAAqA/EYOCui3ii7U/s1600-h/Photo-helen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SCHYuwOeCwI/AAAAAAAAAqA/EYOCui3ii7U/s320/Photo-helen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197673742693436162" border="0" /></a></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">Of course like many of these ‘witnessing’ stories there was also a lot of humour. At one point when she was telling us she had dared to eventually touch the new testament without God striking her dead on the spot, she then built up the courage to actually open it, she said she has never looked back, in fact she…. At this point the music started up and she sang ‘Walking back to happiness’</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">It would take a long time for me to tell you how she became a Christian, you must go yourself next time you see her advertised, but it was extremely interesting, funny and inspiring, not at all like Jeanette described as a boring two hours (sorry Jeanette).</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">Sitting where we were Helen often looked straight at either Dave or myself when singing, we would of course smile broadly at her. After she had sang her last song she came off the platform and whispered to Dave and myself, thank you for smiling so much, it is always so nice to get someone that welcomes you like that.</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> Oooh great stuff :O)</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SCHZAwOeCxI/AAAAAAAAAqI/LSiZD2SRQ_U/s1600-h/sings.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SCHZAwOeCxI/AAAAAAAAAqI/LSiZD2SRQ_U/s320/sings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197674051931081490" border="0" /></a></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">Many, many people crowded Helen and virtually ignored the counselors who were lined up either side of Helen. She also had a body guard each side of her, one from our Church and one from the other Church.<br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">Unfortunately at one point she got very agitated as people crowded her and kept tapping her for her attention whilst trying to talk to someone else. She said in no uncertain terms “Please step back, let us have privacy, I have been singing and talking for over two hours, please stand back.” They did so, for all of two seconds! I think that the body guards should have perhaps organized to row to stop her being crowded.<br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">We waited patently until all had finished and then Dave and I went up to her, she gave us a wink and asked what she could do for her ‘smiler's’ Dave said he had always been confused about the Jewish ‘New testament’ how could the Jews have a <span style=""> </span>‘New testament’ when they have not excepted Christ as their Messiah. She explained that the Jewish New Testament was written by Christian Jews, she said she had read it and it was very heavy going, for her, she preferred our new testament.</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">We spoke to her for a while and then told her to go get some rest, she smiled and said ‘God Bless you both’ and was led off.</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">I asked one of the councilors from our Church ‘Liz’ if she could get the photo signed <span style="font-style: italic;">to all in ICA Church</span> for the next News letter :O) Catherine managed to do so, in hind site it would have been very easy for us to have got it signed.</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SCHV4wOeCuI/AAAAAAAAApw/OC0-EeIAA3E/s1600-h/Hrelen+Shapiro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SCHV4wOeCuI/AAAAAAAAApw/OC0-EeIAA3E/s320/Hrelen+Shapiro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197670615957244642" border="0" /></a></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">We returned to the car all buzzing from the evening. Everyone seemed to have a wonderful time BUT the main highlight of the evening was when Dianna (the Mum of two members of our Church) gave her life to the Lord. <span style=""> </span>Also Millie (the lady we took) friend and neighbor who is also a Philippino devote catholic also committed herself. Her husband who was a Steward become a Christian some time ago but his wife had remained a Catholic. She had many tears and trepidation but eventually went to talk with Helen,</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SCHZWwOeCyI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/xf3fohaJpEQ/s1600-h/Millies+friend.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SCHZWwOeCyI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/xf3fohaJpEQ/s320/Millies+friend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197674429888203554" border="0" /></a></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">after about 30 minutes we saw her repeating a prayer so we new at this point she had committed her life to being ‘born again’. Her husband was over the moon for her.</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">We have been told that eight people on that night became ‘born again in Christ’ many others perhaps to follow at a later date. Many asked for the leaflets and booklets and showed interest.</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;color:maroon;" lang="EN-GB" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">Tina Spain</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Please place a comment</div>Croomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00493523252107146901noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1499296925534951609.post-86518282606742155952008-04-25T08:33:00.000-07:002008-04-25T08:49:37.554-07:00FIRST DAY OF DIET<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-indent: -72pt;"><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB">09.30am<span style=""> </span>Decided to have a breakfast, which I normally never do. A bowl of<br /> cornflakes with skimmed milk.</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-indent: -72pt;"><br /><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><u1:p></u1:p>11.30am<span style=""> </span>Staving, which I never am at this time usually.</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><br /><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><st1:time minute="30" hour="12"><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><u1:p></u1:p>12.30pm</span></b></st1:time><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"> <span style=""> </span>Fainting…</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><br /><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><st1:time minute="30" hour="13"><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><u1:p></u1:p>01.30pm</span></b></st1:time><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"> <span style=""> </span>Hurray nearly lunch time….</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><br /><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-indent: -72pt;"><st1:time minute="30" hour="14"><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><u1:p></u1:p>02.30pm</span></b></st1:time><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"> <span style=""> </span>Dinner: made up of one slice of ham (fat free) lettuce,one<br /> tomatoes and cucumber and a spoon full of baked beans.</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-indent: -72pt;"><br /><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><st1:time minute="30" hour="16"><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><u1:p></u1:p>04.30pm</span></b></st1:time><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"> <span style=""> </span>passing gas… and staving….</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><br /><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><st1:time minute="30" hour="17"><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><u1:p></u1:p>05.30pm</span></b></st1:time><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><span style=""> </span>fainting again</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><br /><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><st1:time minute="30" hour="18"><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><u1:p></u1:p>06.30pm</span></b></st1:time><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"> <span style=""> </span>Dinner of lean chicken breast.. Carrots.. Green beans… full</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><br /><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><st1:time minute="30" hour="21"><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><u1:p></u1:p>09.30pm</span></b></st1:time><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><span style=""> </span>Peckish…but I do not eat …</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><br /><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><st1:time minute="30" hour="23"><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><u1:p></u1:p>11.30pm</span></b></st1:time><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"> <span style=""> </span>Hungry… Eat my knuckles</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><br /><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><st1:time minute="30" hour="0"><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><u1:p></u1:p>12.30am</span></b></st1:time><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"> <span style=""> </span>Just looking in the fridge…nothing</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><br /><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><st1:time minute="30" hour="1"><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><u1:p></u1:p>01.30am</span></b></st1:time><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"> <span style=""> </span>Must go to bed soon before I faint</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><br /><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><st1:time minute="30" hour="2"><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><u1:p></u1:p>02.30am</span></b></st1:time><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"> <span style=""> </span>So hungry I should eat something… But won’t</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><br /><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-indent: -72pt;"><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><u1:p></u1:p>0.03am <span style=""> </span>I know, I will drink a glass of water to fill me… Go into bathroom brush my teeth.. <span style=""> </span>Get undressed… Still hungry.. Very hungry. Get into bed and try to sleep.</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-indent: -72pt;"><br /><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-indent: -72pt;"><st1:time minute="30" hour="3"><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><u1:p></u1:p>03.30am</span></b></st1:time><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"> <span style=""> </span>Hunger pains and sciatica keeping me awake. Drink another glass of<br /> water.</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-indent: -72pt;"><br /><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><u1:p></u1:p>04.30am<span style=""> </span> Hungry…miserable... in pain and my bladder is bursting!<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><br /><u1:p><br /></u1:p>Sleep ah! <span style=""> </span>First day over!<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Please place a comment</div>Croomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00493523252107146901noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1499296925534951609.post-41185653203683614922008-04-15T14:56:00.000-07:002008-04-15T14:58:05.876-07:00FORGOT TO TELL YOU<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Dave has reminded me that I forgot to tell you, the surgeon wanted to do key hole surgery but he dropped the key so had to make a zip to get in!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Tina</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Please place a comment</div>Croomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00493523252107146901noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1499296925534951609.post-67474320682184892552008-04-15T09:03:00.000-07:002008-04-15T10:53:46.418-07:00Home at last<p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >Surgery was early hours of Sunday morning. Dave got through the rest of the night</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > with the help of morphine. The surgeon arrived about </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><st1:time minute="30" hour="8"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><st1:time minute="30" hour="8">8.30am</st1:time></span></st1:time></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > that morning to talk with us and to explain how very seriously ill Dave had been and how serious the</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > operation was, it was a bit scary for me. Dave slept for most of Sunday with regular visits from various nurses and doctors throughout the day, he also got regular morphine injections and one of his Four bags changed for a full one, this seemed to</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > happen every hour or so. The day passed full of visitors for him, starting as alwa</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >ys</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > with Steve and Irene-Maria, although Dave was unaware of most :O) <u1:p></u1:p>I had a very</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > disturbed night looking after poor Dave who had a lot of pain and felt very sick. No</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > sleep at all.</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><u1:p></u1:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >Monday:</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >The following Day was a Monday and Dave’s improvement was evident to all. At </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><st1:time minute="0" hour="6"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB">six</span></st1:time></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><st1:time minute="0" hour="6"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"> am</span></st1:time></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > the nurses would arrive to take blood. The surgeon arrived about </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><st1:time minute="30" hour="8"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><st1:time minute="30" hour="8">8.30 am</st1:time></span></st1:time></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > to examine Dave’s tummy and explain all that was going on. He was amazed to see Dave sitting up and looking so healthy and happy. He kept saying “How you so well?” The</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > blood results were also very good; the jaundice was disappearing faster than the</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > surgeon could believe.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><u1:p></u1:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><u1:p></u1:p><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >Later that morning Steve and Irene-Maria arrived and prayed with us, Steve explained</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > that he had put Dave on a prayer chain (along with Poo) also the church were going to hold a prayer time for Dave, and have done so ever since. Joan (Dave’s sister) phoned to tell us that Dave has been put on their prayer chain and the Church body were also praying for him. Sunday passed with lots of food and drink for me, poor Dave was not</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > allowed to eat at all.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><u1:p></u1:p>We had visitor after visitor all that day, many Church family who</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > prayed for us, but at</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > the end of Monday Dave and I were exhausted. We were both ready for sleep. I had</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > not slept of course since going to Hospital Friday.</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >Tuesday:</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >As usual the nurses woke us at </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><st1:time minute="0" hour="6"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><st1:time minute="0" hour="6">6 am</st1:time></span></st1:time></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > for blood etc. and at about 8.30 the surgeon arrived to say that Dave’s jaundice had gone and his temperature was back to normal, again he kept saying how amazed he was at Dave’s recovery rate, impossible but it is true. He told us not so many visitors today as Dave must keep walking around the</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > room to stop blood clots. He had so many drains and tubes that he wore only</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > a very</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > short hospital gown that done up badly at the back! What a sight he was lol. The</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > surgeon removed the dressing to look at the wound. “Fantastic” I took a quick shot</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SATiDA8oFwI/AAAAAAAAAoY/KzXTM8u2uhs/s1600-h/Dads+scar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SATiDA8oFwI/AAAAAAAAAoY/KzXTM8u2uhs/s400/Dads+scar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189521212059424514" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">he told Dave how pleased he was with his recover and that the ‘weeks’ may turn to days in the hospital” Dave immediately jumped in to say could he go to casa tomorrow. The surgeon said with a shrug of his shoulders “Maybe, you have a miraculous recovery rate, maybe indeed” He also said that today you have no visitors so you can walk around room. We said OK.</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > <o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><u1:p></u1:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >When Steve and Irene Maria arrived with all the goodies (it always included a plate of cakes and chocolates, and a yogurt.) We asked them to let the Church kno</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >w how very</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > grateful we were to them but we have been told by the doctor that we were to have no</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > visitors until we returned home.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > This Steve did and apart from Jeanette and Brian and<br />Liz the day was visitor free.<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><br />It was also my 64<sup>th</sup> Birthday :O). Only Jay knew this and she brought a card and present of sweets. A bag of liquorish allsorts (Dave’s favourite) so I gave them to him for when he got better. A chunky kit Kat- a bag of liquorish fruit </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >sweets, and a very</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > miniature carrier bag that held a musical ‘happy birthday’ tune.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><u1:p></u1:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><u1:p></u1:p><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >Jeanette had gone to our post box and brought all my birthday cards up to me. You</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > can see them in the background on the bed photo. Poor Dave only had two get well<br />cards! (He has now got five: O) The Church brought him a lovely one and all signed it</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > with well wishes. (That was his first) </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><u1:p></u1:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><u1:p></u1:p><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >Later that morning Ernie came up with a beautiful birthday ca</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >rd with a message that</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > It made me cry. It said</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SATjzg8oFxI/AAAAAAAAAog/3FF_flKiwbs/s1600-h/card.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SATjzg8oFxI/AAAAAAAAAog/3FF_flKiwbs/s320/card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189523144794707730" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><span style=""> </span>He also shocked us by telling us that Mary had been discharged, we were all confused as one minute she had surgery booked to unblock or replace the large artery that they could not manage to unblock before, and now suddenly she was going home!</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><u1:p></u1:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><u1:p></u1:p><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >I popped down to see Mary and she was very worried and not at all happy at being suddenly released like that. I do not think that Ernie could understand why or make him self understood. We were indeed ble</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >ssed that our surgeon spoke perfect English with a little struggle.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><u1:p></u1:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><u1:p></u1:p><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >After seeing Mary and Ernie o</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >ff with the help of Liz I retur</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >ned to my room to spend</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > the rest of the day with Dave.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><u1:p></u1:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><u1:p></u1:p><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >We spent a very quite afternoon with my help taking a slow walk down the corridors and around our room. What a funny site we must have made, I was wheeling one of his bag holder and his pee pee bag at the same time trying to hold his gown together and Dave was holding the other wheelie thing with a bag attached and his drainage bag whilst at the same time trying to get me to guide his catheter towards where it</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > came from!!!! I kept lagging behind to clench his robe together! He said he would rather show off his bum than have </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >his catheter pulled!!!!</span></p> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><u1:p></u1:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >We got a very early night, I had a sound sleep but Dave evidently did not. I was very</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > upset at six when the nurse woke us to find that Dave had got out and into the</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > armchair as he was in pain and then could not get back to bed. He did not wake me to</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > help. I was so upset that I had slept through it.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><u1:p></u1:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><u1:p></u1:p><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >Wednesday:</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><br /></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >After the usual blood etc</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >Steve and Irene-Maria arrived with</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > goodies and then Jeanette and Brian with a salad and potato in jacket, Liz came later with sandwiches and a thermos, I had enough food to last me for ever. So different from my ten day</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > stay in Vega Baja hospital where I had NO visitors at all, no money no food and no</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > bed or bed clothing for me! A room was shared between two families, the other bed</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > was occupied by an elderly man who looked and sounded as though he was 102 years</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > old! About ten members of his family were there at any one time and as with most</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > Spanish they were extremely loud with the Spanish radio blaring full blast.</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >Oooh nasty memories, back to today :O)<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >In this room I had a beautiful bed with a pillow supplied with crisp white sheets and a lovely blue velvety blanket, bliss! My bed folds away and becomes the wall to the large shelve.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SATkSg8oFyI/AAAAAAAAAoo/gG2DXi0njNc/s1600-h/both+beds.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SATkSg8oFyI/AAAAAAAAAoo/gG2DXi0njNc/s320/both+beds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189523677370652450" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > </span><span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;" lang="EN-GB" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><u1:p></u1:p>I will take you on a quick tour of the room (although for some reason my mobile phone camera would only take sort of close up’s, I stood as far away as possible yet when I put the camera up it zoomed in, I could not show you how big the room was because of this.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><u1:p></u1:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><u1:p></u1:p><u1:p></u1:p><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >This is the shower room (again it was quite large with shelving up inside.)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SATkwg8oFzI/AAAAAAAAAow/Qukc15f1a0o/s1600-h/shower+unit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SATkwg8oFzI/AAAAAAAAAow/Qukc15f1a0o/s320/shower+unit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189524192766727986" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;" lang="EN-GB" ><br /><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >other photos.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SATlPw8oF0I/AAAAAAAAAo4/MBIprc_iQJc/s1600-h/sink+and+mirror.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SATlPw8oF0I/AAAAAAAAAo4/MBIprc_iQJc/s320/sink+and+mirror.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189524729637640002" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SATlvw8oF1I/AAAAAAAAApA/tiJMx7KwGkI/s1600-h/toilet.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SATlvw8oF1I/AAAAAAAAApA/tiJMx7KwGkI/s320/toilet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189525279393453906" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SATmpQ8oF3I/AAAAAAAAApQ/CBTkcRD3pPM/s1600-h/TV.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">This was a large TV (only Spanish of course!)</span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SATmpQ8oF3I/AAAAAAAAApQ/CBTkcRD3pPM/s1600-h/TV.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><br /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SATmpQ8oF3I/AAAAAAAAApQ/CBTkcRD3pPM/s1600-h/TV.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SATmpQ8oF3I/AAAAAAAAApQ/CBTkcRD3pPM/s320/TV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189526267235932018" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SATntA8oF4I/AAAAAAAAApY/oioaLGCwHR8/s1600-h/room.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SATntA8oF4I/AAAAAAAAApY/oioaLGCwHR8/s320/room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189527431172069250" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SATntA8oF4I/AAAAAAAAApY/oioaLGCwHR8/s1600-h/room.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"> bed has been tucked away</span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SATntA8oF4I/AAAAAAAAApY/oioaLGCwHR8/s1600-h/room.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"></span><br /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SATl6g8oF2I/AAAAAAAAApI/83XHEtRvarw/s1600-h/my+things.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SATl6g8oF2I/AAAAAAAAApI/83XHEtRvarw/s320/my+things.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189525464077047650" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><u1:p></u1:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >The surgeon arrived for his visit much later than usual, He was very pleased with Dave and said a few more days, maybe three or four. Dave said he would be happier at home and heal much quicker. The surgeon asked if he was unhappy with the hospital, Dave assured him that we were delighted with everything but home is home. </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><u1:p></u1:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><u1:p></u1:p><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >Eventually he said lets see how you manage with this out, he pointed to the catheter. After he left the nurse came in within minutes to remo</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >ve it. I said to Dave I was taking a little walk and left them to it. When I came back he had NO tubes of any kind. All gone!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><u1:p></u1:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >I was amazed, Dave said “I am free at last” not long after they brought him his first proper meal</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SAToSg8oF5I/AAAAAAAAApg/SNTH8iz-r3M/s1600-h/Photo-0150.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SAToSg8oF5I/AAAAAAAAApg/SNTH8iz-r3M/s320/Photo-0150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189528075417163666" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > <span style=""> </span><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >I ate my wonderful salad</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > and warm potato. It was simple delicious.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >The surgeon came back to speak to Dave, he once again asked if he was sure about going home, it has been a very short visit. Dave assured him he would be fine. He shook Dave’s hand and said come back if you are feeling unwell at all, if you vomit or have pain. Dave said yes and he was gone with a smile and a ‘wonderful’<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >Once the forms were all filled in and the surgeon returned to check Dave out he said OK you can go but you are very welcome to stay a f</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >ew more days, Dave thanked him and said he would be happier at home. We phoned for a lift and Jeanette and Brian arrived to take us home.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><u1:p></u1:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >The doggies were delighted to see us, we were home! Over the next two days our home was like </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><st1:place><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><st1:place>Piccadilly Circus</st1:place></span></st1:place></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >, the phone never stopped ringing, I think every member of our family as well as every member of our Church family phoned. The visitors were also none</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><o:p></o:p></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" > Stop. Every neighbour and friend visited Dave along with members of our Church. </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><o:p></o:p></span> <u1:p></u1:p></p><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><u1:p></u1:p><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >This carried on for Thursday and Friday until we pulled down the blinds and turned the camera on the TV to monitor the visitors.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >Saturday went by with hardly any visitors at all. </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><u1:p></u1:p><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >Sunday I decided to go to Church on my own as Dave was not up to it. I welcomed everyone in and stayed by the door as usual for 15 minutes after the service started to welcome late comers in. I had just sat down when I heard the door go, I decided to leave them to come in alone as it would be less disruption. I noticed someone walking down to the front and taking the platform, I thought it looked a lot like Dave. Suddenly he turned to face the front and to everyone’s amazement it was Dave. He asked Steve if he could say a few words. Steve was delighted to see him and said please. </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><u1:p></u1:p><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >Dave thanked every one for their prayers and said the surgeon had told Tina and me that I was very seriously ill and I had emergency surgery that ended with dialysis and the ICU ward and three days later I was walking from the hospital! God is good. He was so excited he was almost jumping! </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><u1:p></u1:p><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >We did not stay after the service as someone gave Dave a big hug and almost had him screaming in tears!</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><u1:p></u1:p><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >The rest you know. Thank you all for your well wishes and love.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" ><u1:p></u1:p><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" lang="EN-GB" >Tina and Dave x</span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:13;" lang="EN-GB" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:13;" lang="EN-GB" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <u1:p></u1:p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"></span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Please place a comment</div>Croomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00493523252107146901noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1499296925534951609.post-40205004050091806072008-04-14T14:41:00.000-07:002008-04-14T15:09:19.924-07:00Operation<p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">We settled into our room and I sat with Dave as he waited to know what was to happen to him.</span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">The surgeon came in, he spoke very good English. He explained that at this point he wanted Dave’s temperature and blood count to return to normal before operating if possible. He said that Dave’s gall bladder was in trouble and that it would need surgery at some point, either tonight or tomorrow depending on the results of a blood test. He smiled at Dave and tapped my arm and said see you</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> later and disappeared. A little later a nurse came and gave Dave a morphine injection (in his tummy) and took some blood. Dave was still on drips (three of them).</span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">Dave was in a great deal of pain and kept saying the morphine wasn’t working.</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> After about one hour the surgeon came back. He said to Dave “Your temperature is going up..up..up and your jaundice count is also going up..up..up we have to operate now!”</span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">He disappeared to get ready and a nurse came in with his hospital gowns</span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SAPQSA8oFmI/AAAAAAAAAnI/BZmSGKhWtLY/s1600-h/all+ready.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SAPQSA8oFmI/AAAAAAAAAnI/BZmSGKhWtLY/s400/all+ready.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189220203571451490" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">I felt so sorry for him, he must have felt so nervous, it is his first proper operation (apart from the emergency surgery on his lung and he did not know much about that!)<span style=""> </span></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">A little later two young nurses came in; they were very sweet but could not speak English. They had an incontinent pad in their hands and a small towel, they trying to tell us something, eventually we understood that Dave was to lift his bum as they put the pad under, then from the towel dropped about ten razors into the bed!! All at once we both new what was to happen to Dave. I said I shall wait outside (I thought it may embarrass Dave with me there) but the nurses said “N</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">o</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> you stay” I asked Dave and he said stay.</span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">Well I have never seen the likes of it before nor will you ever!<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">They stripped the bed sheet up along with his gown and a nurse stood each side of him, they each placed a razor in the middle of his tummy just under his ribs, they each drew it towards themselves and flicked the hair of<span style=""> </span>onto the pad and met again in the middle. They worked together and very fast! They worked there way down in the same way. It was all over very quickly and cleanly. They lifted his but and whipped the pad out with all the fuzz and the razors, rolled it up and threw it in his bin.</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> Done! They removed all his rings (including his wedding ring) Dave tried very</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> hard to keep it on, saying “tape on it” but she said not possible. The nurse started to take it off for him and he said “No, my wife put that on 43 years ago and she will</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> take it off” Sweet, he handed me his hand. I was nearly in tears. They then asked</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> about teeth, poor Dave had to take his teeth out to!</span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">At this point Liz and Tony arrived for a visit</span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SAPQow8oFnI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ycGgCzNwkjg/s1600-h/Liz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SAPQow8oFnI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ycGgCzNwkjg/s400/Liz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189220594413475442" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> a few moments later Ernie arrived from Mary's room to see how things were going.<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SAPRNg8oFoI/AAAAAAAAAnY/cnfvErsM-JI/s1600-h/Ernie+Calender.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SAPRNg8oFoI/AAAAAAAAAnY/cnfvErsM-JI/s400/Ernie+Calender.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189221225773667970" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style=""> </span><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">Upon all the visitors arriving Dave quickly asked for his teeth again lol. I got them out and he discreetly put them in. It was now getting on for </span><st1:time minute="40" hour="21"><span lang="EN-GB">9.40pm</span></st1:time><span lang="EN-GB">. </span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">I think the visitors helped take David’s mind of what was about to happen, I think I felt more worried then he did. </span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">Just before ten the door opened and the nurse and the porter arrived to take Dave down. The visitors all went out side and Dave suddenly got out of bed stark naked! The nurses had removed all his clothes! He said sorry and rushed to the toilet.</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> The nurse gave me his operation gown and asked me to put it on him. I slipped</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> into the bathroom with him and dressed him, He told me he was dyeing to go to pee pee but as he had no clothes on and had visitors he could not get out of bed. Poor Dave. </span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">The nurse painted his entire tummy with the pad you see in the photo of his op clothes and then they got his hat and bootees on and into the bed he slipped</span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SAPRkg8oFpI/AAAAAAAAAng/V72mLVjWG1w/s1600-h/daves+off.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SAPRkg8oFpI/AAAAAAAAAng/V72mLVjWG1w/s400/daves+off.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189221620910659218" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">They wheeled him out and past the visitors, I was so sad because I would have followed him down if we had not had visitors. I suddenly remembered his teeth and had to run after them. I think the Nurse thought I wanted to kiss him goodbye when I bent close and whispered “Teeth” :O) he slipped them out and gave them to me. I did kiss him goodbye then: O ( </span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">The visitor said goodbye outside the room, they left me to go into the empty bedroom with just a pair of slippers left of Dave</span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SAPSDw8oFqI/AAAAAAAAAno/jjvuI5R-oRQ/s1600-h/Daves+gone%21.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SAPSDw8oFqI/AAAAAAAAAno/jjvuI5R-oRQ/s400/Daves+gone%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189222157781571234" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">I felt so lonely and sad. Thank goodness I did not know how ill he was and what was about to happen to him. </span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">The specialist had told me he would be gone about two hours so I waited for his return at about </span><st1:time minute="0" hour="0"><span lang="EN-GB">midnight</span></st1:time><span lang="EN-GB">. I sat there and sat there, at </span><st1:time minute="0" hour="2"><span lang="EN-GB">2am</span></st1:time><span lang="EN-GB"> I went to see a nurse, I eventually got her to understand what I was asking and she said that there had been an emergency and David was waiting. I thought she meant he was waiting for his op at the time but she meant Dave was the emergency and he was in ICU on a </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">dialysis machine</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">!<br /></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">I felt so sorry for him. As the surgeon had told me three hours I thought if he hasn’t even had the op yet he won’t be up before about </span><st1:time minute="0" hour="4"><span lang="EN-GB">4.30 – 5am</span></st1:time><span lang="EN-GB">. I started to make my bed up when the door opened and the surgeon came in, he sat on the wheelchair and explained to me that Dave was very seriously ill; I thought he said he may go to ICU but I have since been told he did go there. He explained that his gall bladder had burst and all the puss and poison had evaded his blood and organs. He had removed the gall bladder and cleaned his inside; he was at this point just coming off dialysis. <span style=""> </span>He told me that Dave would be in the hospital for many, many days perhaps weeks as he was very ill. I just felt numb and scared to death and very alone at that moment. I had no way of contacting the children or family. </span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">Dave was wheeled back within 15 minutes of the surgeon leaving the room; he looked so ill and had so many drips and tubes. I was far too distressed to take any photos: O ( </span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">He was sleeping but moaning and groaning all the time. I went to see a nurse and she gave him morphine which settled him down. He woke about 30 minutes later asking to be sick, he wasn’t. He was in a bad state of pain. He said could I take him to pee pee, I explained that he had a catheter in, at first he did not understand and then he said “How do I use it? I am not sure, do I just wee in the bed? “Poor little thing, I explained that he did not need to go to pee pee it would just empty into the tube as it went in the bladder.</span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">I was so worried about the children and whether they had been told. I could not get in touch with Jeanette via her mobile or Brian’s.</span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">I had managed to let Jeanette know both the Leeta’s telephone numbers when she took the dogs and asked her to tell them that Dave had gone into hospital possible to have his gall bladder removed. That was all I knew at that moment.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">It is all a bit of a haze now but I think Sandie phoned at about 10.30 and I was able to say Dave had just gone down, I am not sure.</span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-GB">This will continues tomorrow.</span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Please place a comment</div>Croomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00493523252107146901noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1499296925534951609.post-87010575272107449522008-04-13T11:49:00.000-07:002008-04-27T14:17:59.437-07:00Hospital visit<span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB">As some of you are aware both Dave and I have been with Ernie and Mary at the hospital for a period of two weeks. We arrive early morning and leave late</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> afternoon. I have been supplying them with sandwiches and hot coffee! I </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB">must say they was a delight to be with, they are both such darlings, although they do not appreciate this themselves :O)</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB">We were returning from just one of these visits and both feeling a little tired on Friday 4th at about </span><st1:time minute="0" hour="21"><span lang="EN-GB">nine pm</span></st1:time><span lang="EN-GB">. I started to make the dinner and</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> Dave sat down, at about 9.15 Dave suddenly said “No dinner for me Tiny, my tummy is aching” that</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> was the start of all the pain that worsened as the evening got later. By about 11</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> Dave said he was going to bed, we both thought at that time that he had very bad wind. The pain was very high in the middle of the stomach just in-between his ribs and also in the right side of the neck. I have often had such bad wind that it affects my neck, so I thought that this was perhaps what was wrong with Dave.</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB">I gave Dave a windeze but the pain did not let up, I sat u</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB">p with him whilst he was propped in a sitting position in bed, he did not go to sleep at all and was moaning a little. </span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB">I wanted to call an ambulance but Dave said it was probably w</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB">ind (As Dave is one of those luck individuals that have never suffered an ear ache, muscle pain, heart burn or much of any other pain he was not sure as to what this was.)</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> My dear friend Sheila<br /></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SBTtGnXK4wI/AAAAAAAAApo/d-61WNn73kY/s1600-h/Sheila.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SBTtGnXK4wI/AAAAAAAAApo/d-61WNn73kY/s320/Sheila.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194036968166187778" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB">I</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> decided to phone Sheila,</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> who speaks fluent Spanish; she is a member of our Church. I waited until </span><st1:time minute="0" hour="8"><span lang="EN-GB">eight am</span></st1:time><span lang="EN-GB"> before phoning. she </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB">told me she would be straight over. </span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB">We were in the hospital by 8.45 and Dave was</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> seen right away by a doctor who told us that he had a high fever, his blood pressure was fine. He was immediately transferred to another room to await a specialist, I was not aloud in but Sheila</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> went with him.</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB">I could not understand it; people were coming in with broken bones, cuts and</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> bangs and were also going through that double door into the room that Dave had</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> disappeared in but coming back out with plasters etc. </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB">Still no sign of Dave, I</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> waited for 4.1/2 hours! Eventually I went up to the guard (there were two blocking the double doors) everyone argued to go in with their loved ones: O(</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB">He seemed to understand me and disappeared through the doors, he returned about ten minutes later saying my friend will come and see me. Very shortly Sheila returned full of apologies, saying she had not been able to leave Dave as he was</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> having many tests and seeing a few doctors! She said he <i style="">was </i>being looked after very well and had already had x-rays, scans, heart monitors, blood and seen several doctors and had many other tests. He was evidently Jaundice.</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB">Sheila returned through the double doors again leaving me scared and alone.<br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB">Eventually she re appeared and said I may now replace her, </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB">there was nothing further she could do as Dave was waiting to go up to the ward!</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB">At last I was aloud through the illusive doors, I was greeted by a very long corridor with cubicles that had curtains closed down each side. I did not have a clue as to where Dave was. I had no other option then to peep in all of then until I found Dave about half way up! He was sitting by a bed looking very sorry for him self. He</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> did look a bit yellow now that I looked!</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SAJXsA8oFgI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mQJ1nJJWkiI/s1600-h/dave+looking+yellow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SAJXsA8oFgI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mQJ1nJJWkiI/s400/dave+looking+yellow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188806134364378626" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style=""> </span>A bit later a nurse came in and got him into bed.</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SAJYDg8oFhI/AAAAAAAAAmg/GdYV_YCEXhw/s1600-h/out+patients.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SAJYDg8oFhI/AAAAAAAAAmg/GdYV_YCEXhw/s400/out+patients.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188806538091304466" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB">Very soon after that another nurse came in and wired him all up ready for a heart monitor I think. He had wires clipped to ankles, arms, and chest. </span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SAJYbA8oFiI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Erw55kgTUYQ/s1600-h/out+patients+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SAJYbA8oFiI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Erw55kgTUYQ/s400/out+patients+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188806941818230306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB">I managed to take a quick photo of the chart before she disappeared with it :O) </span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SAJYqg8oFjI/AAAAAAAAAmw/jjo5mjxZEPg/s1600-h/heart+rytham.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SAJYqg8oFjI/AAAAAAAAAmw/jjo5mjxZEPg/s400/heart+rytham.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188807208106202674" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style=""> </span>As soon as she left Dave got out of bed as it was far too painful to lay flat, she returned to attach a drip to his arm, smiling at him and pointing to the bed, Dave said (in sign language) that it was painful so she just</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> nodded and left him sitting. </span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SAJZGw8oFkI/AAAAAAAAAm4/jrvkv0k3uaI/s1600-h/drip.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SAJZGw8oFkI/AAAAAAAAAm4/jrvkv0k3uaI/s400/drip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188807693437507138" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB">After a doctor came in and spoke to us in broken English Dave was taken along many corridors and up lifts to the ward. Well you cannot really call it a ward; he was put in a very large clean and bright private room. This was the new hospital that has only recently been built. </span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB">We were not sure if this was where he was going to stay or what was going to happen to him, we were not even sure if he was staying the night!</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB">This is a view of the hall in the room,</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SAJZeg8oFlI/AAAAAAAAAnA/rYTTM7H0huo/s1600-h/hall.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/SAJZeg8oFlI/AAAAAAAAAnA/rYTTM7H0huo/s400/hall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188808101459400274" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> far door is the d</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB">oor into the room, to the left of the photo is the double wardrobe and shelves and to the right is the door into a large room that houses a shower/toilet and sink.</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB">Thank you for reading this. I will do some more tomorrow.</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">Tinax<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Please place a comment</div>Croomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00493523252107146901noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1499296925534951609.post-3712616813765690622008-03-26T16:48:00.000-07:002008-03-26T16:52:49.050-07:00A Christmas tale<h1 style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center">Naughty List or Nice List ?</h1> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" lang="EN-GB">Remember the Christmas magic of things like- sitting around the table together making popcorn chains to decorated the Christmas tree; The look on a child’s face when you plug in the Christmas lights; Catching Mum’s head turned long enough to snatch a chocolate from the tree. Those are the Christmas gifts that can’t be bought in shops and they are the ones you remember long after the electric train is gone.<br /><br />One of my goals as a kid, was to stay up late and catch Santa Claus on Christmas eve. I don’t know why kids do this, maybe we think if we catch him- we’ll get all the presents he has left in his sack. I tried for years to catch that rascal, but never could. I always fell asleep and he’d slip right past all my traps. It didn’t matter how much string I used or how many pie pans I tied them to- he’d still get though without making a noise.<br /><br />My favorite food for Christmas was those butter cookies cut out like a wreath. The only time we had any of those butter cookies was at Christmas time and thats what kind Mum wanted to leave out for Santa. I told her to leave Santa those burnt up chocolate chip that she always tried to make instead. But she wanted to leave him the good stuff. No matter, I ate up all Santa’s cookies while I was staying up late trying to catch him. The best Santa ever got at our house was a few crumbs and half a glass of milk.<br /><br />When you get on that naughty list, its hard to get off- just ask my granny, she’s been on it for years. She would never admit that she tried to catch Santa Claus, but I think she took a garden hose out one year and iced up the roof. Santa fell off in the yard and dropped his sack. Granny got there first and wouldn’t give it back. Anyway, her Christmas tree had a whole lot of stuff with other people’s name crossed out and hers written in over top.<br /><br />The other day I went to Santa’s web site to see if I was still on his naughty list? Yeah, I’m still on it. While I was there, I decided to check up on a few other people and find out which list they were on. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that, but I did. And here is what I found out. (note, the names have been somewhat changed to protect the guilty.)<br /><br />Papaw - Nice, but has been naughty at times. Has shown improvement with cleaning up his room. Still has a naughty tendency to leave his socks on the floor. With a little more effort, could be near top of "nice" list.<br /><br />Granny - Nice at times, but needs to be good all year, not just around Christmas time. Overall, niceness outweighs naughtiness. Was good a whole week last month!<br /><br />Be careful which list you get on. Its not Santa’s birthday we celebrate at Christmas and Santa didn’t go to the cross for you. That little baby born in a manger is Jesus, the son of the most high God!!! Jesus can get your name written down in the Book of Life, thats the most important list of all to be on. I didn’t know this for a long time, and I grew up in a neighborhood full of church members? </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" lang="EN-GB">Written By Johnny Lee Hall </span><st1:date year="2001" day="1" month="12"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" lang="EN-GB">Dec 1, 2001</span></st1:date></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Please place a comment</div>Croomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00493523252107146901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1499296925534951609.post-88045277898023999232008-03-03T09:17:00.000-08:002008-03-03T09:17:08.616-08:00angel_heart.jpg (JPEG Image, 388x335 pixels)<a href="http://pixelqat.com/cats/VAL/angel_heart.jpg">angel_heart.jpg (JPEG Image, 388x335 pixels)</a><div class="blogger-post-footer">Please place a comment</div>Croomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00493523252107146901noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1499296925534951609.post-36156661039325278642008-03-01T09:01:00.000-08:002008-03-01T09:02:23.717-08:00oooh thank you every one :O)<p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB">Just a small blog</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p>I just want to thank everyone for their fantastic present I was bestowed with. Lots and lots of craft items along with loads of pretty card. All to be used when card making.</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p>I will be undertaking a project soon; making a bible book card. </span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p>Sandie gave me the cover in the form of a deep chocolate leather look card, Sindie gave me this fantastic paper to make very fine tissue like pages that can hopefully be typed on. </span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p>I am not sure where she got it or what it is called and unfortunately have forgotten how to use it BUT no matter, my friend Jeanette has come to the rescue as she used to use it when making cards for the infants she used to teach. </span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p>I shall do a proper blog with some photos another day. I am very busy and not feeling the biz at the moment.</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p><br />Tinax</span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Please place a comment</div>Croomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00493523252107146901noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1499296925534951609.post-34518427867184847412008-02-18T04:47:00.000-08:002008-02-18T04:57:50.332-08:00Oh my goodness me<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">As you know I have a bad stomach, it just is very painful. Because of this after chatting for a while with Babs I tidied up and went to bed early (about 2am)<span style=""> </span>I was very uncomfortable in bed and thought I could not sleep UNTIL<span style=""> </span>both Dave and myself was woken with a jolt by the dogs barking wildly. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Dave got up to investigate and I snuggled into his spot until he told them off and came back to bed :O)</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">He did come back to the bedroom but only to say “Tiny get up the police want to speak to you and he disappeared! I thought I must be dreaming, it was </span><st1:time hour="3" minute="15"><span lang="EN-GB">3.15am</span></st1:time><span lang="EN-GB"> and the police wanted to talk to me! Whatever for?</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Our bedroom door opens into the front room as does the front door the other side! I was very embarrassed to walk out of the bedroom in case they were in the front room, they were not. Our front door was wide open and there was a police man standing just behind the Nat screen, he had a torch and shone it into the front</span><span lang="EN-GB"> room and on my face. I switched the light on (although the room was well lit up with all the car head lights lol)</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">He asked me to step outside (thank goodness we live in Spain, although it was still very chilly) I did so and was horrified to see poor Dave surrounded by police, three police cars had been driven (at what looked like high speed in order to swerve them round and up the pavement facing out front door) Dave said there were at least three more parked the other side of out wall! <span style=""> </span>And two more up the road. <span style=""> </span>There was also an ambulance with flashing lights, and I kid you not at least ten policeman, about three others dressed all in yellow</span><span lang="EN-GB"> and the ambulance medic, all in our front garden! </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">There were three police all asking me “No problem? You no phone? You no scream” I said ‘no’ and they said can they step in, I said yes of course. Once inside they tried to speak to me, it was hard for them to try to explain in English but I gather someone phoned them and they were screaming and said come quick to No. 4. They gave this address. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">At the same time the ambulance man were checking my arms and said again “No problem” making the sleeping jester I repeated I was fine, I was asleep. They then asked if anyone else was here, again I said No, they </span><span lang="EN-GB">asked if they could check around, I said yes two policemen one behind the other opened the bedroom door, shone the torch and shouted something, at the same time two went upstairs, they shouted something and returned down. I had heard them opening the back door onto the sun roof.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Dave returned inside with a few policeman and they asked me if I was OK, I again said Fine thank you. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">After apologising they said goodnight and got in there cars and drove away, the ambulance following.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">I soo wanted to take photos but did not know how to explain it, I did click one off without the flash from the front room window just as they were leaving, you can just see three cars headlights shining on the pavement facing our house.<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">There were still lots of policemen in the garden but because I took this from the window left window they were not in view. </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/R7l_ZUG5UlI/AAAAAAAAAmI/RcsJS6zz60s/s1600-h/cars.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/R7l_ZUG5UlI/AAAAAAAAAmI/RcsJS6zz60s/s400/cars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168302120255443538" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Well goodness only knows what it was all about, but needless to say it was very exciting after the first shock! I did pray for whoever was screaming and made that phone call. I hope the police found them.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Well Sandie you asked me to blog about what happens in Spain!!<br /></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/R7l_ZUG5UlI/AAAAAAAAAmI/RcsJS6zz60s/s1600-h/cars.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"></span></a> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Please place a comment</div>Croomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00493523252107146901noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1499296925534951609.post-31937888233953949622008-02-07T16:09:00.000-08:002008-02-07T16:09:37.589-08:00have a go<a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/humanbody/sleep/sheep/reaction_version5.swf">reaction_version5.swf (application/x-shockwave-flash Object)</a><div class="blogger-post-footer">Please place a comment</div>Croomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00493523252107146901noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1499296925534951609.post-40322233609667883292008-01-31T09:43:00.000-08:002008-01-31T09:47:45.880-08:00oooooohhh<span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/R6IJWqYV4hI/AAAAAAAAAlY/7qskHQQR-dU/s1600-h/Gran+and+grandad+dancing.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/R6IJWqYV4hI/AAAAAAAAAlY/7qskHQQR-dU/s320/Gran+and+grandad+dancing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161698407858168338" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">Don't think I have downloaded this photo quite right Babs. It downloaded the same as with my other browser.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Please place a comment</div>Croomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00493523252107146901noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1499296925534951609.post-49936698547961062022008-01-03T08:14:00.000-08:002008-01-03T08:29:24.464-08:00<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxuo_Pt091jJSa8leN28af99aXeHSB0TaMZ4Uj-b1w-MBDshZLPRmueRa6_qSKORSg0C5ehjazwPQ00WpdNZg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>Do you like my mouse Jeanette brought me ? (ages ago for my Birthday) </p><p>Forgot to show it to you. </p><p> </p><p>Tina x</p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Please place a comment</div>Croomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00493523252107146901noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1499296925534951609.post-55787230516179413362007-12-25T16:09:00.000-08:002007-12-25T16:37:09.300-08:00We had a wonderful Church service on Sunday by Christingle Light<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;">I forgot my camera so had to rely on someone sending me these photos over the e mail.<br /><br />Gilda and Nila made some wonderful Christingles for us. </span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148067677438394850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/R3GcRuliweI/AAAAAAAAAjw/gsmFxPFERUk/s320/027.jpg" border="0" />Our Parson and his wife was visiting family in Ireland so it was up to us! The good news was we had no sermon :O).<br /><br />The artificial lights were put out and we had our service by candle light. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148068008150876658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/R3Gck-liwfI/AAAAAAAAAj4/kIALPglTTDQ/s320/030.jpg" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148068158474732034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/R3GctuliwgI/AAAAAAAAAkA/3ZSa2CsGY0A/s320/031.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148068291618718226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/R3Gc1eliwhI/AAAAAAAAAkI/zCfsVCXuUaI/s320/032.jpg" border="0" /><br />We had a visitor from Scandinavia, he played the guitar and sang Silent night, the first verse was in his own language, the second was Latin the third was German and then we all sang it through in English of course! No photo :O(<br /><br />After singing several other carols we had visitors (a brother and sister) from Indonesia, they sang four songs and apologised that they were about to sing Silent night again in FOUR different languages again! Their own, English, Dutch, Malaysian. Again I have no photo.<br /><br />The three singers were very good, especially the man who had such a rich voice, it was wonderful to hear that beautiful carol in six different languages as well as ours. They all had the same tune except the German one.<br /><br />We were allowed to bring the Christingles home so I have copied them for our Spanish neighbours; this is what we gave them. I used Dates and chocolate and poor Dave's liquorice all-sorts as I did not have any other sweets :O(</span><br /><br /></div><div><div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148068922978910754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/R3GdaOliwiI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FNal4ctzdx4/s320/for+neighbours.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Also I did them for our Christmas meal.<br /><br />As usual our babies were allowed on this one occasion to eat their meal from the table, before <em>we </em>did I hasten to add! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148069743317664306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/R3GeJ-liwjI/AAAAAAAAAkY/VUhMLR-S2kc/s320/dinners+three.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Note their Little presents! At first they refuse to eat and look so innocent, once they realise it is OK there is no stopping them. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148071332455563874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/R3GfmeliwmI/AAAAAAAAAkw/rt0TYN612zU/s320/Dinner.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148073076212286114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/R3GhL-liwqI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/_YPtOwipZeE/s320/is+this+aloud.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148070323138249282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/R3GeruliwkI/AAAAAAAAAkg/nAUp2JfsqbY/s320/dinner+2.jpg" border="0" />Tiny was with us this year and she was not going to be left out, she would not sit to close to ours so I had to move Toff along a bit. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148071603038503538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/R3Gf2OliwnI/AAAAAAAAAk4/N904QwaZrNc/s320/lopok+at+me.jpg" border="0" />Jeanette will be very surprised at Tiny, she is so scared and timid. She really loves it with us and the babies; she soon becomes one of the pack! She settles down immediately the front door is closed behind Jeanette. Just look at Toff licking her lips at the Trifle in the photo below, waiting for permission to eat it!.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148072187154055810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/R3GgYOliwoI/AAAAAAAAAlA/_JSaXtKsjCk/s320/toff+%26+the+sucker!.jpg" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148072814219281042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/R3Gg8uliwpI/AAAAAAAAAlI/TLbp2yPks08/s320/Trifle.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas day and enjoyed all your company.<br /><br />Tina xx</span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Please place a comment</div>Croomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00493523252107146901noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1499296925534951609.post-54653046285624337522007-12-10T15:04:00.000-08:002007-12-10T15:06:36.530-08:00My friend Jeanette<div><span style="color:#330000;">Hi<br /><br />Just a very small blog to tell you all that Jeanette has been working very hard and in secret for two weeks or more. Today I found out what she has been up to. She has made me a beautiful decoupage calendar. It is very personalised, to give you an example April is on the theme of ‘Happy Birthday Tina’ etc. I shall scan in a special page for you. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142484424799399778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/R13GVpslr2I/AAAAAAAAAjo/0WoTGlLa1w0/s320/calender.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />I hope you can see it is a picnic with Toffee and Gizzie, my two darling friends.<br /><br />What a good friend I have. She says she loves me too.<br />Tina</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Please place a comment</div>Croomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00493523252107146901noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1499296925534951609.post-81316784336508292672007-12-02T06:14:00.000-08:002007-12-02T06:27:01.824-08:00testing a video.<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy6vipOR06BPEptSoFPGbBfZwAFEBFXMiHIjoNCYdmVqS8FczIWco4SlNNFq9ZCvRk97atQjcuLZBYmmb71AA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer">Please place a comment</div>Croomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00493523252107146901noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1499296925534951609.post-58367244885661294392007-12-02T04:12:00.000-08:002008-01-03T17:58:22.476-08:00Christmas free day out.<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/R1KpCZslrxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/5oM5TUnPbZ4/s1600-R/coming+in.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139355983505895186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/R1KpCZslrxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/-wmIiTukMyY/s320/coming+in.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Hi</div><br /><div>Today is the Free Christmas fun day that our local super market puts on each year. It is an all day event with lots of fun for the kiddies. As you enter they give you a Santa hat <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139356863974190898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/R1Kp1pslrzI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/aqRXQDdxwvQ/s320/dave+hats.jpg" border="0" />and you pass on to a table full of cakes, they place three on a plate and give you a cup nearly full of melted chocolate to pour over your cakes.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139357074427588418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/R1KqB5slr0I/AAAAAAAAAjY/-Zj8tCqNEfc/s320/hot+chocolate.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div>There are many, many raffles and many really good prizes. It must cost thousands to put on.<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139348248269794914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/R1KiAJslrmI/AAAAAAAAAho/oCnxgcI_Nlk/s320/prizes.jpg" border="0" />..............................................................First and second prise.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div>They went on to put out two more mountain bikes a child's bike a pram they were still putting prizes out as we left. We arrived at 9am but did not stay very long this time as we were on our own. (Jeanette and Brian are in England) and no family this year :O(</div><br /><br /><div>Doug and Liz came to in 04 and Leeta and children came in 05<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139350331328933522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/R1Kj5ZslrpI/AAAAAAAAAiA/1kUY8cfmcp4/s320/Kyra.jpg" border="0" /> as did Pip & Jo. Can you spy Jeanette in the photo of Jo? It is a great day with lots to do. There is a bouncy castle, face painting etc for the children. Father Christmas and his helper arrive and all the children go for their presents and then the adults!!! Here I am queuing <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139351233272065714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/R1Kkt5slrrI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/IWXOavWnzk8/s320/Tina+queing.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>........................waiting for a kiss and my pressy. (can you notice me copping a quick feel)<br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139352027841015490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/R1KlcJslrsI/AAAAAAAAAiY/n5VTaknOolk/s320/coping+a+feel.jpg" border="0" /> There is a professional photographer there and all the photos are given out free later. There must be hundreds of people that pass through as it opens at 8am and closes at 5am. ALL get a present from Santa.<br /><br /><div>Dave was not to be left out of the pressy or the 'feel' Just take a look at Santa's face and the shock horror of what this OAP is doing to him, his expression is ace!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139353694288326370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/R1Km9JslruI/AAAAAAAAAio/U2Kd45HRQjk/s320/gtg.jpg" border="0" /> The food as you see is plentiful and scrumptious. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139354115195121394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/R1KnVpslrvI/AAAAAAAAAiw/BERqviPAPtg/s320/grub.jpg" border="0" /><br />They serve wine beer and juice & coke etc all day also. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139354484562308866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/R1KnrJslrwI/AAAAAAAAAi4/YSzF8yc3SB4/s320/beer+N+Grub.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div>At the end of the day they throw loads of sweets and all the remaining presents out. The year before last we brought home eight parcels and lots of bars of chocolate. (Last year I was at Leeta's)<br /><br />I don’t think we shall go back this year for the sweets, photo and presents as we have Church and it would be a rush. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Every where you look are red hats :O) <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139359831796592466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/R1KsiZslr1I/AAAAAAAAAjg/AIFjc_Td4Ag/s320/hats.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Tina Spain.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139356172484456226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/R1KpNZslryI/AAAAAAAAAjI/9zmLUDocyOE/s320/in.jpg" border="0" /><a href="http://www.artymiss.co.uk/cgi-bin/ss000022.cgi?SECTIONID=Card%5fMaking%5fSupplies%5fand%5fCraft%5fSupplies%5fGet%5fGroovy%2ehtml&NOLOGIN=1"></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Please place a comment</div>Croomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00493523252107146901noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1499296925534951609.post-8662996196838009022007-11-17T15:04:00.000-08:002007-11-17T15:10:45.203-08:00Ford Focus Estate year 2000<span style="color:#330000;">Sorry, have just read the comments on my car blog and you are all right of course, I did not tell you much about the car or how we came by it. I will try to put it right.<br /><br />Yes it is a lovely car, and yes I have already mentioned to Dave about how much more we can pack in it and he has once again reminded me that it is not the quantity but the weight that worries him!.<br /><br />It was definitely a God send to us, our car had the air conditioning broken and we had plenty of quotes (cheapest 600 Euro) We had been saving for months and months to get it done and was about to pay out the 600 Euro when I had to go to England, Dave had his accident a few days before it was due to be taken in for the air con.!<br /><br />Not only did we not waste the 600 on a car that was about to go to heaven BUT we now had 600 towards the next car.<br /><br />Ernie and Mary owned the car we brought (you know the ones that we had fallen out with) they had offered us the car when Ernie was passing and noticed that our car was missing, once Dave told him what happened he said they had finally sold their house and were about to sell their car as well. As they wanted a very quick last minute sale they offered it to us for 3,000 Euro. Dave knew it was a bargain as Ernie had never used it more then once a month to the hospital and chemist. The mileage was very, very low. It had been serviced every year and was up to date with its m.o.t. in short quite a bargain.<br /><br />The deal was almost in the bag when the man buying their house phoned to say they would not complete until April/May of next year. Ernie phoned up to say how sorry he was but he could not sell the car now until April or May and as we needed one sooner the deal was now off. Dave was miffed to say the very least and tried to get me to phone back and say that if we brought it they could still use it until they go, I would not do it.<br /><br />The phone rang about 9.30 that evening and it was Ernie who apologised for the late call but wanted to put a suggestion our way. How would we feel if they shared the car with us until April? for this they would knock 1,000 Euro off the price! Also we need not pay in one lump; we could spread it out until April. We said a quite “thank you God” and accepted his offer. Man oh Man, we had what we wanted with 1,000 bonus!! </span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">The only difference was that as soon as the money came through from the Insurance we paid in full. Yes that was another thing, Dave spent the day going between the breakers yard and the Insurance Company arguing his case about only getting scrap price for it as he was fully comp. After about four visits a very exasperated lady promised to do what she could. Dave returned home without much hope of improving the quote much. The next day (two days after Ernie’s offer) a Spanish message had been left on our answering machine for Dave, Pillar happened to pop in and Dave asked her what it said. She said it is from an insurance company saying the money has been put into your bank. Once she had left Dave looked at the bank statement on the web…Nothing… The next day he looked again and 4,000 Euro less the 400 scrap price had been put in!!<br /><br />We now had a car worth a lot more than 3,000 for 2,000 which left another 2,000 in the bank! </span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">Dave is having his much needed treatment on his teeth done, he has already had root treatment and then the tooth repaired ( three visits) in all 150 Euro, he is about to have another the same on the other side and then a tooth removed and a replacement put onto his existing plate. We estimate that it may cost about anything up to 600 Euro. It is a private Dentist. Me? Well I had my computer done as you all know and the rest is not to be used unless it is very much needed.<br /><br />The final piece of this story is that the man buying Ernie and Mary’s house phoned the other day to say he had sold and wanted to move in after Christmas! Ernie and Mary went to England and brought a lovely cottage in Devon, so the car is all ours from January.</span><br /><p><span style="color:#330000;"></span> </p><p><span style="color:#330000;">Tina Spain</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> </span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Please place a comment</div>Croomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00493523252107146901noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1499296925534951609.post-3731765067272541392007-11-16T17:00:00.000-08:002007-11-16T17:13:30.793-08:00The vets<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/Rz5AGeFVNHI/AAAAAAAAAhg/uhQmzIV2hik/s1600-h/Pictures+099.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133611105147761778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/Rz5AGeFVNHI/AAAAAAAAAhg/uhQmzIV2hik/s320/Pictures+099.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#330000;">Hi<br /><br />I am writing a blog on Sandie demands..Over and over and over… he he<br /><br />The dogs: </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330000;">We have had as you all know a very hard year financially and because of this we have let the dogs injections for returning to England laps by nine month!!<br /><br />Dave made an appointment with our normal lovely vet and was convinced he would do the honours of back dating everything by nine months, Ummm Hello.<br /><br />The appointment finally came yesterday, we arrived with me feeling pretty uncomfortable and refusing to ask the vet.<br /><br />The vet greeted both dogs with his usual loving and boisterous way. (On his knees stroking, kissing and playing with them) He was saying to them that he hopes they are feeling well and that Mummy and Daddy are being kind to them etc. etc. (he always remembers their names) anyway he asked us if they had a problem, I took a genteeel step back and looked sweetly at the vet and then pointedly at Dave, leaving the vet in no uncertain terms as to who was the boss this time!!<br /><br />Dave said “We wish a favour please, a big one” The vet said “ci” Dave said we have forgotten completely about the injections this year and we are a little over due. A little duh! I sort of made myself a little shorter and whistling looked at the ceiling. Well inside I was! </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330000;">Dave handed over the passports but before he looked inside at the dreaded date he asked me how Toffee’s eye was? I was surprised he remembered and said “Oh fine, it has been great thank you” He the looked inside the passport “Oh she is February it is due, yes?” we sort of mumbled “yes” me still looking sheepishly at my feet.<br /><br />He then put the passports down and said “Toffee you first, and no shaky shaky” we were not sure what he was going to do as he had not said at this point. He whisked Toff onto the table and started to smell inside Toff's ears, he said in Spanish “Beautiful no” at this point I was thinking he must have gone mad as Toff’s 'ear' smell is not beautiful!<br /><br />He then looked at her eyes, her teeth, her paws, her bum, at this point he felt her glands and said “ooh we need emptying No?” he started the horrid job of 'emptying the bum gland scenario'. As usual I heaved and he smiled. When he had finished, he washed and sprayed something on her bum, he took her face in his hands and very definitely started to tell her that she was about to get a lovely manicure, so she must not complain, oooheee the doggies will love you later! </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330000;">With me clinging to her little neck and her face in my arms he started the dreaded nail clipping that Toff hates with a vengeance, Toff gave a little squeal with each nail, and with each nail he kissed her head and told her to be good! He is the most loving and gentle vet we have ever had, he really cares for his four legged patients. After everything had been poked and prodded he got the needle out and started the injection's still talking to her. (Oooh it looked like he was going to back date the passports after all.)<br /><br />He then started the whole process over again with Giz. Once he had finished with Giz he sat at the desk and opened the passports, he proceeded to take all the labels of the injection bottles placing them in the appropriate place on the passport. He then changed the date stamp and proceeded to date everything. He gave us worming tablets and one spot and told us to return in April for the heart warm injection. He said that it would be better if we return next year in February! I asked if it was OK that they had the injections so soon and he told us that it was fine, they would have better protection, no harm.<br /><br />The Bill for about one hour of his time and all he did to each dog was only 78 Euro. Under 40 Euro each dog, about 28 pound each. What a vet ah. We do not know what the cost would have been if we had to start over, we do know we would not have been able to visit England next year (or at least for six months)<br /><br />Tina Spain.<br /><br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Please place a comment</div>Croomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00493523252107146901noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1499296925534951609.post-30273135808544912922007-11-02T11:19:00.000-07:002007-11-02T11:31:15.078-07:00Hi everyone I’m back……..<div><br /><br /><div>Just a very short blog to show everyone our new car.</div><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/RytqxETNx6I/AAAAAAAAAhI/X54509lqyzM/s1600-h/PA250022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128309991891912610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/RytqxETNx6I/AAAAAAAAAhI/X54509lqyzM/s320/PA250022.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128311542375106482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/RytsLUTNx7I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/InglGHCp4Xg/s320/PA250023.jpg" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128312220979939266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/Rytsy0TNx8I/AAAAAAAAAhY/CLiTmuXDnyQ/s320/PA250026.jpg" border="0" /><br />Blog finished !!<br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Please place a comment</div>Croomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00493523252107146901noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1499296925534951609.post-65343920127624633792007-09-03T15:10:00.000-07:002007-09-03T15:15:26.302-07:00A couple of odds, for a couple of **** :O)<div align="center"><span style="color:#330000;">Especially for Leeta, Dave sitting under the olive tree fairy lights galore!</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/RtyGeTir-HI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/2KUNNOQ8ZFY/s1600-h/13.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106103932731258994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/RtyGeTir-HI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/2KUNNOQ8ZFY/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#330000;"> Especially for Emily!!!! Matching clothes as well.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330000;"></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106104534026680466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d00lJlTK6jg/RtyHBTir-JI/AAAAAAAAAgg/koMEHHQu7Gg/s400/mouve+hair.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Please place a comment</div>Croomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00493523252107146901noreply@blogger.com8