No MOT

Well, I made a pretty poor patient myself, after going on about being a great, no historic, nurse I fell over with a bang. Melanie phoned the Royal Marsden and they were going to admit me, but didn't have a spare quarantine room, so home I stayed while retching and other nasty things going on. Anyway I make a great patient, I don't eat at all, so no cooking for the carer. I try to drink a lot of fluids and have a large carton of Lidl's apple drink by my bed, and I sleep long and hard. So what is there to do for the nurse? I never moan, and hardly make any noise about feeling sorry for myself, or how much more can a body take. No, I think I must be a joy to look after. All I need is a good book, which Melanie tells me I can't buy as we haven't got any spare money with Christmas coming up fast. I don't like watching TV when I am feeling unwell and i can't be the only one like that. I am picky in what I watch anyway, I don't just sit with the box on all day, I have to have something that I can learn something from or else I don't bother. Apart from X factor. This is the only prog that my whole family sit and watch together, so I will admit to sitting in the same room as them when it is on. This week I guessed who would be knocked out, and I think it is because she is black, and picked the wrong song to sing. Can't be because she is a bad singer because she is very good. I don't like it much when they say things like ' if I don't make it my life will end' or 'It means everything to me' because you and I know this is tosh. Wait until something bad comes along then it puts it into perspective, and it is just singing after all, not an illness.
So I popped out with Rosanna and bought the new Dan Brown book just to cheer me up. She sat in the car because she didn't have any makeup on and didn't want anyone seeing her. I was just getting a paper but saw the opportunity and took it. I have been reading books by Simon Scarrow and other adventure type writers, but really they are not very good wordsmiths. Brown's book has already captivated my attention and the others just don't in the same way. Wilbur Smith used to be my favourite for his epics, but he has lost his touch by co-writing with lesser authors, and I have struggled to find someone else as good. It has cheered me up too, because I can't wait to finish this blog and get back to it, even if I did get told off for wasting our money on a book I could have had for Christmas. Can I be the only man who when he sees a new CD or book or tie or anything really that he fancies, gets told in January that I can have it for Christmas with the proviso that I am good. I always argue that it will be out of my list of wants by the time Christmas comes along, but usually lose and do without. Then come Christmas I get a different CD by a band of strangled screaming Irish Monks who repeat their words monotonously over and over again, with my wife saying 'There you go, you may never have heard of them but I think they are great'. This is why I sneak out and buy the CD I want when she isn't looking. And yes i do get caught out. Always & immediately I return home with the contraband. How does she do it? I don't know. If I manage to get out to the shops 'on my own', I am usually accompanied by a gaoler, Gabriella, who is under strict instructions not to let me enter the HMV shop, or Maplins. The boss knows I am not interested in clothes or fripperies ( lovely word that) and can't go into Anne Summers with a 16 year old daughter. I have a time limit put on my shopping and a call is made if I manage to escape my gaoler and pull her into a music shop. It's even worse if I am out with the boss. I can't look at stuff I might be interested in in case I want to buy it, thereby depriving the family of more Christmas gifts. I like to pop into Cash Converters to see what the burglars are taking from homes in Croydon but as you don't get a good class of shopper in their I have to leave and go to M & S for a cup of tea and a slice of cake. I liked to drop into Richer Sounds, but they have moved to South Croydon, and I can't park there easily so i don't bother going anymore. Mind you, I was so unwell last week I forgot to go and have the car MOT'd and so I can't go anywhere until tomorrow afternoon when it is now booked in. If I had got a Motability car I wouldn't have all this trouble, but then I would be driving round in a Euro box and that wouldn't do at all. Not with my wife's image to think of. I did remember to compliment her on her hair being done for £80 on Saturday. My hair costs £7 to get cut and that is too much. But when her hair needs doing, well it is worth it isn't it. I usually forget to say how good it looks when she gets home after having it done, probably because she leaves the house in daylight and comes home in the dark and a lot of time has passed in between. I might have watched a good film, or good rugby match, or read a book in the time it takes. And yes in the past I may have forgotten that the process of sitting in a chair whilst someone talks to you for 4 hours was going on. I am sometimes busy, and might be doing some work.
Anyway, I am sorry & it won't happen again. Honest

The Professor has popped round with Gabriella's laptop computer. He has fixed it again, all virus cured, and replaced the internal fan. It would seem that sitting with your laptop on your bed with it on the duvet doesn't allow the air to flow around it properly. That and long hair getting into the fan and stopping it working altogether are the problem. So, do I tell her when she gets home from college or will that be dad keeping on about boring stuff again. What do they do when they leave for Uni? Do they run anti-virus software there or can't they be bothered either. I guess because a laptop is only usually kept on for a short time, when you set up the times for the programmes to run to keep it fresh, it is switched off. As you know, I had a virus and I know that life is better without them. I might say that without getting moaned at.