What the doctor said

I saw the doctor yesterday and he wants me to go and see the cardiologist in Stonehaven for another test.

He made it very plain that he just wants to be 100% sure that there is nothing wrong.

My STs were fine during the actual test but they showed some abnormality during the recovery period.



The ST, according to the doctor, is the little bit of the line that dips down. It should come straight back up. Mine didn't it hovered below for a moment.

So what does that mean?
Not really sure.
I asked.
The doctor said it could mean there was a little bit of damage.
He emphasised the 'could'.

I told him that I didn't have angina because I had read the poster in the changing room and my symptoms didn't fit :)

I get the impression that my pain is in the wrong place for heart problems but since Granda Bill died of a heart attack, he needs to take it seriously.

I feel a bit of a fraud - I'm sure I'm fine.
Anyway I will hear from the hospital in due course.

He said I should keep taking Ian's aspirin so I'd better start!
I wonder where he keeps them?

What a dark and dreary day

No snow here, Kelly. We had a smattering yesterday but today it's rain - lots of heavy rain :(

However, the dusting of snow had ice beneath it and Anne crashed her car going to work!

On the Slug Road.

She slid into an edging stone which sent her spinning and she ended up in the middle of the road facing in the opposite direction.

Her driver's side front wheel had been pushed right under the car so she sat in the middle of the road facing all the drivers who would come over the crest of the hill blissfully ignorant of the obstruction she was causing.

Petrified, she waited for the next car to appear and slide into her. It was a Range Rover - it sluede to a stop just short of hitting her.
The driver, a man in a suit got out.

"We'll need to get your car off the road," he said. "It's going to create another accident."

Anne agreed and with a lot of pushing and sliding they managed to move it - Anne said about a foot.

At which point the man said, " You know, I think if I went up on the verge now, I could get passed!"

Which he promptly did! And disappeared off down the hill!

Anne ended up on the road from eight till eleven.

The police van got stuck just on the other side of the hill and the policewoman had to walk the rest of the way.

She called for a gritter to come out but they couldn't find the road on the 'sat nav' - it was seemingly an unadopted road.

Leslie followed the gritter and took Anne back home.

The policewoman stayed with the car till the garage truck came to take it away.

Anne's fine apart from a bang on the head which she remembers happening but hasn't a clue what she hit!

Piece of information that I didn't know: in the course of their time spent together, the policewoman told Anne that technically she should be breathalised as it is standard proceedure after an accident but it can only be done if there are two police officers present.
Interesting. I wonder why?

This was the last video...

Let's try another video

Having watched this video, you are probably thinking, "Who is that idiot on the soundtrack?"
My only excuse for sounding so daft is that I was totally enchanted by what I was witnessing!
I am not sure whether I am more embarrassed by the "Oooo!" or the "Whose dat?"
Please do not mention the commentry the next time I see you. It has taken a lot for me to publish this clip!

The girls and I went out on Friday night to the Milton to celebrate Maura's birthday which is at the beginning of January and very nice it was too.

I had 'twice baked cauliflower and smoked cheese souffle' - which was scrummy - and then poached salmon on a bed of noodles tossed in sesame oil with mushrooms. It was lovely but Myra's chicken looked and smelled delicious and I think her choice was the best!

Interestingly, her description used the words 'sous vide'. Johanne, our expert linguist, said sous meant under and vide meant wide... so what does that make the chicken?

We left Anne's car there and took a taxi home so yesterday morning, Anne and I walked to the Milton to pick it up - no kidding! My pedometer said it was 7,886 steps and we reckon that is about 4 miles.

We did do the marathon walk to and from the Milton ...was that last week. So I reckon we walked about 8 miles on that occassion.
Anne says we aren't quite at the 4 minute mile (more like the 14 minute mile) but we are on the way! :)

Loved your videos, Gary, so decided to try again with mine!
The Night Garden in Arbor Court.

I must apologise for the state of the house. If I'd realised it was going to be on the video or indeed had notice that the scene was going to be so enchanting, I would have tidied up first! Please do not notice the bread knife sitting so close to a small child!

Just remembered...

Yesterday afternoon, while I was sitting in the back room watching 'X Files', a movement on the embankment caught my eye.

It was a deer!

It was unimpressed by what was growing in our garden and quickly moved onto Trish' next door in which it found a delicious bramble plant and ate all the leaves off it.

Anne said later when I told her about it that they were plagued by these cute little animals when they lived in Upper Lochton. They ate everything they tried to grow.

Well they didn't fancy my perewinkles or ferns much!

Sunday afternoon

What was I saying about going to the Milton on Valentines night? How much was I looking forward to trying an 'amuse bouche'? :)

Well my anticipation has been enjoyable for as long as it's lasted but all good things come to an end and this one is no exception...not that its end will be the reality of enjoying the meal - no.

I received an email from Ian yesterday saying that we had missed our chance, the restaurant was fully booked that night but they could offer us the 13th for £5 less per head.

But we all know the 13th is no use...we have gone full circle and are back at the Headbanger's Bash and 'The Tailor of Inverness' :(

In retrospect, it isn't a good night to go out anyway. Is it? Everywhere will be filled with romantic couples!

Do we really want to be in amongst the love struck? Possibly not.