This week as a family we went out for our annual Christmas gathering, that being four of us at an all you can eat buffet! The Queen ate enough to feed a camp of six and my other sister was chowing down as though she hadn’t been fed in days. They had two plates of hot food followed by two plates of pudding and decided after those they would start the process all over again. At this point I was feeling a little queasy and decided not to join in the family tradition of stuffing yourself silly until you burst.
I had the pleasure of stumbling upon a little car rally the other week and met some really interesting people including a guy who had owned his car for nearly 50 years, I couldn’t believe it, this guy was 86 years old and his car was in mint condition you could literally eat your dinner off the engine it was that sparkly. Its hard to believe that someone could care for a car for that long, most people only have theirs a few years and move onto the next. This car rally had everything from Rolls Royce to a lovely little Porsche all lovingly cared for by their owners.
Hello everyone. I just thought I would post a pic of me and my one true love, Eddie. These past few months have been really trying for a little Chimpton, but Eddie has always been there making sure I was ok, he’s a great listener and never interrupts and is always supportive. I truly love my bear and my bear loves me.
This week has been a little harrowing to say the least, the Queen went into Broadgreen Heart and Chest hospital on Monday and underwent surgery to replace her pacemaker that had stood the test of time, she got 7 years out of the little beat box and is now the proud owner of a lovely new 80-100 beats per minute pacer. The day before the op was a little getting to know you session with her medical team who we met at 9.30pm after a VERY long day of sitting around doing not much. Bleary eyed and really tired we met her surgeon first a lovely little man with a very quiet voice who had been in surgery from 8am. I introduce Mr Aoo, now I’m not kidding that’s his name and a famous little man he is (btw you pronounce his name oooooooo like when your scaring kids pretending to be a ghost) after a lengthy discussion about the lovely riots that were occurring outside and how we were safer inside the hospital we got down to the nitty gritty that the operation would be fairly straight forward, but because of the Queens medical history they try to work as fast as they can as her lungs cannot cope being ventilated and could collapse, he assured the Queen she was in safe hands and that her anesthetic was being administered by a colleague who had worked on congenital heart cases in German so knew how to handle a royal visitor. Exit Mr Aoo enter her new German sleep-master, he definitely knows his target audience because as soon as he set eyes on the Queen he offered her drugs, I guess she just looks the type!! The Queen accepted the pre-med of a couple of sleeping tablets and seemed fine about the whole pa-lava.
Hello everyone. Tomorrow I’m off to Broadgreen Hospital with Anastasia many of you who have followed us for a while know that she was born with a heart condition and every so often needs it tinkering with, a bit like giving your car its yearly service. After a long M.O.T with her cardiologist a couple of weeks ago we were told her pacemaker only had 3 weeks life left in it, after a few panic phone calls she was booked in for a replacement. She is a little like an old banger at the moment but after her op she should purr like a lovely Aston Martin.
So the past few weeks have been like a rollercoaster. Some days I’m fine and think being made redundant isn’t that bad and then other days I cry like a baby panicking over how the hell I’m going to cope on benefits. I am the type of person who doesn’t really know how to talk or express myself very well and find running and hiding much much easier which isn’t always the best thing to do.