Les Lobbs Diary
We're gradually settling down, with Mum writing "thank you" letters and filling her cheeks with birthday cake. There
were four cakes varying from rich chocolate to fruit and, despite giving chunks to all and sundry, it's going to last for
several weeks yet.
I'm keeping up with my exercises, in the hope that this time it will provide lasting success; still fairly painful, but then
knee ops usually are and it's worth a bit of gip if the outcome's good.
The builder is coming to finish the roof on the conservatory tomorrow and can then start the plastering when it's
Roof's on, but twas not light enough to
take pics this afternoon, so will try
Hopped round to the surgery this
afternoon to have my dressing changed;
all was well, nice clean dry wound.
Ivan and Jean had a trip to Padstow
today and dropped us some "Chough"
pasties off on their way home - they take
some beating. Now lying here
thoroughly pogged, but need to get on
with my exercises.
A North Londoner's
view of the UK
Dunnit get dark early!
Another day of knees bend ............... ra ra ra and strolls round the lounge.
Dawn went to the charity stall at the last flu session this morning and sold some of her knitted offspring; little beggars
are everywhere, waiting to jump out at you!
All the glazing is finished in the conservatory, so head of housekeeping had a dust round before the sand for the
rendering comes tomorrow, along with the ply sheets for the floor.
Researchers for the Swansea Authority found over 200 dead crows near the M4 recently, and there was concern that
they may have died from Avian Flu. A Bird Pathologist examined the remains of all the crows, and, to everyone's
relief, confirmed the problem was definitely NOT Avian Flu. The cause of death appeared to be vehicular impacts.
However, during the detailed analysis it was noted that varying colours of paints appeared on the bird's beaks and
claws. By analyzing these paint residues it was determined that 98% of the crows had been killed by impact with
trucks, while only 2% were killed by an impact with a car.
An Ornithological Behaviourist very quickly concluded the cause: when crows eat road kill, they always have a
look-out crow in a nearby tree to warn of impending danger.
The scientific conclusion was that while all the lookout crows could say "Cah", none could say "Lorry."
Warning to users of the M4
I'll tow you, he said!
Dave cracked on yesterday and got the scratch coat done;
he's hoping to get the plaster on today. The weather has
not been good enough for pics,
Production line is producing Santas and Snowmen;
because they need filling with proper fireproof fluff, I
ordered some off fleabay and we now have a gurt big bag
of the stuff, which doesn't seem to be getting any smaller.
Leg going on ok and itching which I take as meaning the
staples need taking out - not my favourite part of the job
but I'm booked in for Monday.
Plastering's all done and a damn good job he's made of it.
I'll call the electrician on Monday so he can do the final fix
and then it's just flooring, window sills etc. Mum is going to
stay with Jean and Ivan for a few days next weekend, so
that looks a good time to take out the old window and fit
the sliding doors.
Alternative John Lewis ad >>>
Oh dear! Head of waste disposal has been gathering up
paper and rubbish off the back garden; we had kippers
for tea (wasn't that a Brotherhood of Man song?) and
the black bag with the wrappers in was not put in a bin
- don't you just luuuv them pussy cats.
The last of the hanging baskets are coming down today
and the plants sorted into keepers and binners. There's
definitely a feel of winter approaching these mornings,
never mind, soon be Easter.
Ashley is doing his first practice today for next year's
"Ten Tors", which is the Gold, 55 miles. He has done
the 35 mile bronze and 45 mile silver courses and
needs this one for the set!
It didn't take long for someone to parody the John
Lewis Xmas ad - see above.
Blowin a good un, leaves everywhere.
Just got back from my visit to Nursey, who has taken my staples out - all 35 of the little darlins. The wound has
healed well and is dry, so no return necessary.
As Dave is working on another job this week, head of excavations is digging a hole in the lawn for the soakaway -
Mum is looking a bit worried!
The plaster is drying nicely and I've left a message for the electrician to finish off when he is ready.
We received some sad news yesterday; a friend of ours, Harry, arrived for his winter stay at Calahonda on Saturday
and died suddenly on Sunday. We first met him and Helen when we did our boat trip to the med and have kept in
touch with them since, visiting us in France and meeting up in Spain. Harry was someone I had a lot of respect for, he
had done so much in his lifetime and was still very active at 88.
Dave reckons the hole needs to be a bit deeper; I'm
not going near it when she's got a shovel in her hand -
The electrician is finishing off tomorrow morning and
Dave is taking the old bedroom window out and fitting
the new sliding door on Monday. It should work out
well, with the bricks from the bedroom wall being used
in the soakaway.
Flooring is then the only big job left to do, with a few
bits and bobs like door adjustments etc.
Dawn went for a foot Xray at Tivvy hospital yesterday
morning, cos the doc thinks she may have a touch of
arthritis; results next week.
I'm off to see the physioterrorists this afternoon; my first
visit since the op, so be good to see what they think.
How Men & Women see colours.
This is the latest project for head of excavations - the
stool is needed for climbing out of the hole!
Back from the physio; I'm getting 85 degree bend on my
knee, which is more than I've had for years and they are
well pleased with how it's going. I had to bite my lip
when she asked me if it was stiff when I woke up!
Got a few more exercises to do, which will make a
The electrics are all done; we had twin 13a sw/skts which included usb
outlets, because most phones, tablets etc use usb for charging.
Dawn has just been elected onto t'committee for the charity she's been
working for - hope they know what they're letting themselves in for!
A quiet day in today, cos it's been pouring down all day.
We haven't looked to see what we've caught in Dawn's
bear trap, but if it keeps this up I wouldn't be surprised to
see a couple of Mallards taking up residence.
Mum's packed her case, ready to go to Jean's tomorrow;
Dawn's getting all the jobs lined up for when she's away!
On a bitterly cold winter's day several weeks ago in
Northern British Columbia, a RCMP constable on patrol
came across a motorcyclist, who was swathed in
protective clothing and helmet, stalled by the roadside.
"What's the matter?" asked the Policeman.
"Carburetor's frozen," was the terse reply.
"Piss on it. That'll thaw it out."
"I can't." said the biker.
"OK, watch me closely and I'll show you." The constable promptly warmed the carburetor as promised. The bike
started and the rider drove off, waving.
A few days later, the detachment office received a note of thanks from the father of the motorbike rider.
It began: "On behalf of my daughter Jill....."
The first job today was to take out the window and wall below it,
to make room for the new sliding doors. It turned out that the wall
provided enough bricks to fill the soakaway, with a couple of
buckets of mortar and bits left over. Then it was all cleaned up
below the floor joists and the flooring laid. Every stage makes the
room space look bigger!
Tomorrow should see the sliding doors fitted and the walls around
them finished off.
I had a bit of a naff day yesterday, so no update.
Latest - everything is fitted and plastered, so we're sleeping in
the lounge for another night and tomorrow there will be a mad
rush to get everything back to "normal" before Mum comes
home after lunch.
They've made a reet good job of it and we're well pleased.
When Darren was back-filling the soakaway and trench he
offered Dawn a job - he took some convincing that she had dug it
I'll try and get some pics when it has all dried out.
A symbol for someone
with a lisp >>>>>>
Mum came back this morning and has settled
into her routine again.
Dave and Darren arrived before lunch, to collect
the rest of their tools and the few bags of
rubbish that were left. The plaster is drying out
well, but will take a few days in places where
it's a bit fick.
Dawn has scrubbed the floor and taken a
recliner chair, which she test drove this
afternoon, in already.
Tomorrow we're popping over to see Julie and
later Dawn is going to get some internal
window sills - they're 2.8m long so I can't go
with her, or she wouldn't be able to get them in!
A young man appeared before St. Peter at the Pearly Gates.
"Have you ever done anything of particular merit?" St. Peter asked.
"Well I can think of one thing" the young man said.
"On a trip to Northumberland, I came upon a gang of bikers who were threatening a young woman. Jumping out of
the van, I directed them to leave her alone, but they wouldn't listen.
So, I approached the largest and most tattooed biker and smacked him in the face, kicked his bike over, ripped out his
nose ring and threw it on the ground. I yelled, 'Now, back off or I'll kick the s**t out of all of you!'"
St. Peter was most impressed, "When did this happen?"
"Couple of minutes ago" he replied.
Tis nippy out there, 0 degrees! What happened to global
Head of landscaping spent yesterday tidying up round the
conservatory; we now have a gravel border and log-roll
edging to the lawn. There is still a problem getting the
adjustment right on the sliding doors, so I think Dave is
getting the suppliers out to have a look.
I'm walking around the house without my crutches now, but
will keep using them outside until physio tells me to chuck
Et tu, Brute?
The pic on the left shows the new gravelled area;
the lawn looks a bit patchy because there was a
tarp there holding the trench diggings, should soon
green up again.
Spoke too soon - minus bliddy 2 degrees this morning.
We had to scrape the car windows, so that we could get to Taunton in time for our dentist appts. Lovely sunny drive
home after the "open wide" session; we went Cullompton way for a change and found 3 way traffic lights - don't you
just luv them - at the main junction in the middle of town!
After lunch I tackled a job I hate, fixing the printer; I always seem to get ink of all shades all over me and tis the divil
to get off. It's working ok now, after cleaning all the cartridge contacts with lighter fluid on a cotton bud.
Dawn's old, nay ancient, laptop has finally turned its toes up - just in time for black Friday.
Dawn's foot Xray has gone astray, but should be at the
surgery tomorrow, so she can then make an appt with the
Early morning trip to Exeter today, to see the physio; she
was well pleased and has booked me into their gym
every Tuesday for a six week period, with a review at the
end of it - if they can catch me!
Rain on and off all day, so nowt done outside.
The latest knitting order is for toilet roll covers; the first
one is a duck, lawd knows what the rest are going to be,
but moles and Humpties have been mentioned!
An elderly, white haired man walked into a jewellery store one Friday evening with a beautiful young girl at his side.
He told the jeweller he was looking for a special ring for his girlfriend.
The jeweller looked through his stock and brought out a £5,000 ring.
The old man said, 'No, I'd like to see something more special.'
At that statement, the jeweller went to his special stock and brought another ring over.
'Here's a stunning ring at only £40,000' the jeweller said.
The young lady's eyes sparkled and her whole body trembled with excitement.
The old man seeing this said, 'We'll take it.'
The jeweller asked how payment would be made and the old man stated, 'by cheque. I know you need to make sure
my cheque is good, so I'll write it now and you can call the bank Monday to verify the funds and I'll pick the ring up
Monday afternoon,' he said.
Monday morning, the jeweller phoned the old man. 'There's no money in that account.'
'I know,' said the old man, 'But let me tell you about my weekend!'
It's Xmas eve in a tall building and at one floor level the lift
In the lift is the perfect man, the perfect woman and father
On the floor is a new crisp 50 pound note who picks it up?
The perfect man of course, the other two don't exist.
I made myself a snowball,
As perfect as could be,
I thought I'd keep it as a pet,
And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pyjamas,
And a pillow for its head,
Then last night it ran away,
But first - it wet the bed!
The rain that was forecast for lunchtime has just arrived; good timing really, because it gave Dave time enough to
finish the step and patio. The walls have still got some drying out to do, but with the de-humidifier in there it should
speed things up.
Dawn's Xray has turned up and she has an appt with the doc on Tuesday afternoon.
Tis going to be a busy week; sleepover at Julies Monday night, because they are having the systems updated at work
and she needs to be there. On Tuesday morning I have the physio gym session with Dawn's doc appt later and on
Thursday I go to see the knee surgeon for my first check-up.
Wind's a whistling, was yesterday as well.
We've just been cutting the window sills for the
conservatory; next job is to biscuit the joints before
sticking it all in place.
While we had the bedroom carpet pulled back, it seemed
a good time to find the cause of the floor dropping. Head
of flooring took a board up and twas as we thought, a joist
has rotted through near the party wall. We will have to
take a single wardrobe down to give us access, but we
should be able to splice a new joist in place without too
much trouble. The problem stems from a roof leak which
went un-noticed, but the wall is dry now and with the roof
newly felted and battened should not reoccur.
Off to Julie's this afternoon then gym tomorrow.