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Knickers to it

Knickers! I dislike clothes shopping at the best of times but shopping for underoos is one of the worst.  

Once upon a few years ago I could go into several high street establishments and peruse their selection, find the multi pack high leg briefs and be spoilt for choice. Spoilt, now there’s a rarity. Nowadays sizes, materials and quality differ vastly from store to store. Steadily the selection dwindled to one high street store, and now that store has closed locally, except it’s food hall. Add the dwindling stores open along our high streets and online sites beckon.

Trouble with online is you cannot handle. My preferred store has an online shop but delivery charges and potential return costs practically matches the cost of the item. On a well known auction site a trader was selling high street store ex-stock so I plumped for a pack. They arrived but they were not my preferred store and the cotton body of the pant stretched more than the waist elastic to such a point the stretched rigid elastic dug into my flesh as I eased them up. To the bin with them! 

I am beginning to think the knicker elastic has been put in the tape measures instead of the garment.

I’ve plumped for another pack, which have the high street store logo printed on the packaging – we shall see.

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Posted by on April 27, 2019 in General, Grumble, Life

 

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February 


It began so positively, but best laid plans and best meant intentions so often do.  After waking up I usually lazy and cogitate my plans for the day – up & dress, make coffee & lunch, plant self at desk and tick things off the various to-do lists, shuffle to sofa, fiddle & rest before going to make dinner & cook freezer foods. Simples, right?

So, initially things went as intended, got to desk with coffee and lunch, began back up procedure for computer (not on to-do list but needed), began sorting through piled detritus stuffed through the door over the past few days (not on list).

Phone rings ….. It’s on the sofa, do I wheel across and grab it or leave it, best get it … BFF needed distracting while she walked home from the City (about 1.5miles) while carrying a 4ft6 stuffed swan resplendent in gold crown and punk tutu (the swan, not BFF).  Sandwiches munched and coffee drunk while chatting.

Right, back to it. Source a few photos for new FaceBook album on group I administrate. Hmm, need to crop, tweek and © mark them, but hey it’s a job on the list 👍🏼. Then wheeling self about to get recycling into waste paper basket (not on list). Started business banking log in (ahha, that is on the list) but it’s been so long it errored out on me so had to restart all over again which means waiting for authorisation codes to come in the post (add follow up to list).  Sort through post waiting to be dealt with, add two things to to-do list.

By now I’ve been at the desk just over two hours, which means hips need resting on sofa for a while before I can confidently get up stood ….. this ends today’s productivity time. Successfully ticked off one thing, postponed one thing and added two more. 

Oh and I’ve written a blog (not on the list)

*sigh*

 
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Posted by on February 16, 2019 in General, Grumble, Life, Website

 

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When boredom meets taste buds


I has the munchies, despite gorging on my favourite dinner………. So can someone go get, one, some, all the following, that be great….. 

  1. Cheese on toast
  2. Chocolate biscuits
  3. Cornish pasty
  4. KFC 
  5. Hazelnuts 
  6. Walnuts (thank you Kim, for planting that need)
  7. Proper mug of tasty coffee
  8. BFF’s left overs (she always has sumptuous tasty morsels)
  9. Spag Bol
  10. Red beans and rice
  11. Jambalaya 
  12. Roast pork, with veg and gravy
  13. Thin crust pizza
  14. Mulligatawny soup and rustic dunky bread 
  15. Aero minty bubbles

*sigh*

 
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Posted by on January 14, 2019 in General, Grumble

 

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January Jaggardness


I don’t like January, it is dark and grey, cold and dank. I don’t leave my dusty hovel, unless there is an absolute cannot be avoided need.  This year it feels like the morbid month began the day after boxing day and still hasn’t progressed past the first week and will drag interminably to its chilled bitter end.  Most January’s I feel like I’m waiting for the sn**, sn**, nope can’t say it, white rain, to fall, settle, freeze, melt, freeze, melt and bugger off.

Today is a typical day, I’ve not even opened the curtains.  Okay, part of that is being lazy, part is because it’s a Sunday and I didn’t begin my attempt at rising until after 12.30 (I was listening to the radio, mostly, but did doze through desert island discs).  By the time I got up-stood, been to the bathroom, then the kitchen to make lunch etc it was gone 1.30 and it would be dark by 3.30/4, hardly worth the muscle strain and ache.

That’s not to say stuff has not gotten done.  I’ve been working on my crochet, occasionally, I’ve grappled with the GDPR requirements on websites (thank you, piggin interfering EU), I’ve reconciled my finances and even remembered to pay the credit card bill.  I’ve got rather successful at playing cards and solved a few puzzles. 

There has been momentary respite, courtesy of my Great Niece and her rendition of ShotGun, Baby Shark, Twinkle Twinkle, Stick, and other pearls of wisdom.  She’s tall for her age and when she trots in wearing her nursery uniform she looks more like five than 3 years 5 months.

My erratic sleep pattern suffers too. I wake feeling more sleepy and weary than when I went to bed. I sit on the sofa feeling too alert to go to bed. If I manage a complete couple of hours unbroken sleep then it’s a rarity. 

Not sure what my next battle plan will be, it’s rather dependant on others and their availability.  Who knows I might even manage to conjure up a white blog or two (steady on).

Tis but the season, and shall pass…..

 
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Posted by on January 13, 2019 in Grumble, Life, Website

 

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Turn it ….


The blonde senior moments are setting in ……. 

I have night storage heater is in my lounge and bedroom as the primary source of heating. Across the years and through numerous winters I have learnt the techniques of getting the best from this style of heater.  The other day I waddled across the lounge to adjust the settings ready for a cold blast that was due to go through.  As I went to twist the output knob it stopped solid, hmmm, it’s only on number four, I do hope nowt has siezed the works.  I am not very stable when I am on my feet so concluded that maybe it was just a deterioration in my strength and balance which meant this sometimes stiff knob wouldn’t turn. I left it to cogitate awhile. I began to wonder if maybe this 26-year-old heater had finally decided to go on strike and was I looking at trying to replace the whole unit before Christmas and the bad weather.  Oh blimey, trying to find a reputable electrician and supplier, hmmm. 

When I was at my desk comfortably seated in my super duper chair I unlocked the break and wheeled myself to take a good look at the heater knobs and be in a position to use more strength. First of all I applied my eyeballs, and then tutted to myself. There is a little black dot at the end of the bar indicating where it had been turned to, I had been looking at the wrong end, the reason it wouldn’t turn any further is because it was already at full, number 9, and not where I wanted it to be.

Knob turned, heating set, disaster averted.

 
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Posted by on December 13, 2018 in General, Grumble

 

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How Much Do You Forward Think?

Are you enjoying your lazy Sunday evening?  Are you comfy, feet up, maybe watching the GP, or reading a book, not really thinking of anything.  I’m sure there are a few readers out there chasing those last chores to be ready for the ‘paid job’ that calls on a Monday morning.  Me? I’m just strategising my logistics.

Before getting up to start dinner I had to plan, and plan in detail.  First put used dish, coffee mug and trash on the chair. Get up, off for a wee we go, whilst seated remember to roll up your sleeves (can’t do it standing up). Once in kitchen turn on grill as you pass taking dirties to the sink. Fill washing up bowl.  Move dry pots from draining board to oven top and put pork steak under the grill and set time for 5 minutes. Put pots away in the cupboard, get dinner plate out and rice packet.  Return to sink, start washing up (technical glitch, I forgot the sleeve rolling, sigh, options don’t do dishes or try and squish up sleeves keeping elbows at my side to hold them out the water). Beep beep beep, okay turn over steak, get rice pack ready to zap in microwave.  Stuff trash into bag ready to deal with tomorrow. Turn everything off, dish up, return to lounge.

Essentially, no journey is a single task, and you cannot back track or forget something, and you cannot drop anything. Get it right first time, every time.

Now I’m planning bedtime. Put cardigan on chair, get up and off for a wee, off to bed. Put cardy in laundry basket, get clean clothes out onto chair, put dirty wearings in the basket.  Hold that thought ……… I need to take the phone with me to put on the bedroom charger ……. put phone under cardigan otherwise it will slide off.  Contingency plan, if I cannot get up off the loo, leave phone in the bathroom, put cardy on back of chair (I sit on the chair and shuffle through to the bed).  Okay that should work.

In bed I’ll strategise tomorrow. Up, off to the bathroom, dressed and etc, return to the bedroom. Fold laundry put on chair (unfolded tends to slide off and I cannot pick anything up off the floor) make way to kitchen and load the washing machine and start, put dry bath towel on chair, put away last nights washing up and return to bedroom.  Fold towel and leave on chest of draws to take to bathroom next morning (haven’t the strength/balance to do it as its own job).  I have to sit and rest because I’ve not got the energy for the next bit as well. 

Right then, up, to the kitchen, make coffee and brunch/lunch sandwich, take out dinner from the freezer.  Waddle through to the desk, get seated.  Wheel to sofa and grab purse and note pad, check work list …… Hold on, hold on, I forgot something, I’m taking the phone through tonight, so must remember to put phone on chair before getting up and making lunch.

This is nothing special, this is everyday.  I’m constantly going over the next set of logistics, adding and amending, adjusting and revising.

And some people have problems solving the old fox-chicken-corn across the river riddle.

 
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Posted by on September 16, 2018 in General, Grumble, Life

 

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30 Seconds or 30 Minutes, it’s timeless


Could you, dear reader, try and do something for me.  You see no matter how strong the desire, how consuming the craving, I am physically, totally, completely unable to do it, and that denial of free choice chips and nibbles at the strongest resolve and will to ‘make the best of it’.

So, on this glorious June afternoon, take a step outside, sit on your patio chair or door step, or stand barefoot in the grass; take a deep breath, observe what’s around you (don’t just see it), feel the sun, the breeze, the air on your face, listen to the natural sounds about you (don’t just hear them), and take another breath, slowly in and slowly out.  Don’t think, don’t fret, don’t stress, just be present in yourself, in that moment.

It doesn’t take much time, it can be the time it takes a kettle to boil or the microwave to ping, or child one to clump child two and start screaming, lol. But man oh man, that briefest moment of calm can do so much good to the mental health if, as busy humans, we do this regularly.

It’s truly a gorgeous day today, one I’d love to sit outside and read my book, have a (albeit one sided) conversation with a passing cat or chirping black bird, cogitate my thoughts or feel the day fresh against my exposed skin, even just to put my bare feet in the grass.  But for many that’s the stuff dreams are made of. 

I’d open the window as wide as it will go but, hmm, ‘things’ of a buzzy, bitey, stingy nature will be too tempted by my tastiness, and Signor Four-Paws might be happy to come in that way but will want out via the front door. Not to mention opening/closing the window is fast becoming a ‘can’t do that’ task. It’s not the same and being completely the same as full enveloped by outsideness. 

My limitations are feeling quite pointed today, it will pass.

I’ll attack my hard toe nail with the clippers instead…..

 
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Posted by on June 10, 2018 in General, Grumble, Life

 

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