Life, photos but not the universe

Not the house of plague after all.

Every so often one finds upon one’s person something that shouldn’t be there.  Then one looks it up on the internet – usually a mistake because a lot of the people who write stuff on the internet do it because they can’t get their problem sorted out and then a whole lot of other people chime in with more tales of despair and distress and however much you might suspect that they haven’t quite got their self diagnoses right it makes you feel mildly hypochondriac.  One of the the things I love about Google though is that whatever bizzarre combinations of words you type in, someone somewhere will have had something to say about it.  Could be a new internet game?  Typing in random word combinations and seeing what you get back.  That reminds me, when I was clearing out Barney’s email spam the other day I saw

Horse Sh….. An Exceptional entertaining experience.

Yes, well.  Little minds and all that.  Made me giggle.

So anyway I went to the doctor (just after going to the dentist – very brave) and I told her that the pea sized lump (you don’t want to know where) had turned into a walnut overnight and now it looked like bubonic plague.  She laughed politely, identified it as an infected sebaceous cyst, prodded and squeezed it with more enthusiasm than I found comfortable and prescribed antibiotics.  (I have to say, the prodding and squeezing were in fact a good thing.)   She suggested that I might do some prodding and squeezing of my own as well.  Um.  It’s a bit like reaching my toes.  I can do it but the effort can’t be sustained for long.  Oh well.  At least I don’t have any of the things I found on the internet last night.  Actually, I bet if we still had bubonic plague here (not that anyone on Google had thought of that) we’d just dose it with antibiotics and it would retreat quietly into the ranks of less-serious diseases like…. Flu? Chest infections?  Hmm.  Chicken pox!  Oh but you don’t treat that anyway.  Colds, ditto.  I give up.  Maybe I’ll remember some non-serious diseases later.  Of course Bubonic plague is still around somewhere in the world.  India?  China?  Can’t remember that either.  Hong Kong?  Oh no, that’s bird flu.  Very serious and impervious to antibiotics, of course.  Well more up to date than antibiotics anyway.

When I’d had enough of lumps, I idly began googling bubonic plague and only got as far as Bubo Bubo, the Eagle Owl.  Much more interesting and completely irrelevant.

Back at home, there was the problem of the dishwasher to consider.  It’s been cutting out the electricity.  This evening Barney pulled it out from the wall and tightened a hose clamp and then pushed it back and adjusted it’s position for good measure.  Pretty much on the same basis that you take the broken hoover to pieces and put it back together without doing anything to its innards and then it works.   We’ve done a little wash with no problems but I still feel a bit twitchy about doing a hot one.  I can’t exactly remember how long we’ve had it, it was a gift from Mr Youngest who makes bespoke kitchens and sometimes has unwanted items like cookers and dishwashers from kitchens which have been completely replaced by people with more money than sense.  Oh hark at me – don’t I sound stuffy today.  Must be all that prodding and drilling – my mouth still feels as if it’s got more teeth in than it should have.  I expect I’ll go back to normal after a week of antibiotics.  When I think about it, a new dishwasher isn’t nearly as urgent and desperate as a new washing machine would be.   I don’t mind doing a bit of washing up though I do absolutely love not having to, and having somewhere to dump it all when Barney has had a particularly creative session in the kitchen.

Sometimes, when I’ve read or heard something especially depressing or worrying about climate change, I run through the daily tasks I do and mentally eliminate all my lovely gadgets.   I conclude that when the crisis arrives, I will become even more of a slattern than I am now and all my dinners will be stew.  In fact probably no washing or cleaning will get done at all.  Then I think about stuff that is closer to my heart like central heating, the internet and my digital camera and I conclude that it wouldn’t matter about the slatternliness because I’ll have gone completely mad and frozen before anyone would have time to notice that my house was even more of a tip than it is now.  (I’m really not sure about those tenses but will it matter when the world becomes a cold graveyard for all things that require energy?).  And as for antibiotics?  Roll out the four horsemen**.

So today, I counted my blessings and also felt pleased that I’m not immediately going to die of any of the things I looked up on the internet last night.  And I felt sorry for those other people who looked up the same things and didn’t seem to realise that they should really go and see their doctor and get some antibiotics too.

And then I checked out some photos,

bridges within bridges


Moorings at the Anchor Inn (closed till Friday)


And foggy, the next morning


Twisty trees in a cutting


And the Cadbury Wharf where chocolate used to be loaded straight from the factory, onto boats.


Now I should do some stuff that I didn’t feel like doing yesterday.   See you tomorrow.

*Well I meant the modern four horsemen – war, famine, pestilence and death.  Apparently an older version has them as conquest, war, famine and death.  I don’t see why you’d need both war and conquest though.  When I looked them up in wikipedia I discovered that revelation 6:5-6 says of the black horseman and rider (generally believed to represent famine) ……..there before me was a black horse!  Its rider was holding a pair of scales in his hand.  Then I heard what sounded like a voice among the four living creatures, saying, “A quart of wheat for a day’s wages, and three quarts of barley for a day’s wages, and do not damage the oil and the wine!”  Doesn’t sound much like famine to me, more as if someone inadvertantly cut and pasted their household budget while they were writing out revelations.   

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  1. The black horse chap sounds like a Shop Steward threatening a strike unless demands for 3 quarts of barley are met…
    And I should keep an eye on Barney’s spam for Apocalyptic Horse Sh**. 😉

    Comment by dinahmow | February 27, 2013 | Reply

  2. Some years ago, I had what I thought was an insect bite on my face which got bigger and bigger over the weeks and not at all better. I was busy and preoccupied and didn’t do anything about it, just let my hair hang over my cheek to hide it a bit. It was only when it started to drain messily over a period of several days that it occurred to me that it had been an abscess. I’ve got a socking great scar but there’s a mole there too so it isn’t very noticeable, I think. Anyway, you did the sensible thing in going to the doctor for antibiotics. Good news that it isn’t bubonic plague, I must say, that would be really inconvenient.

    Comment by Z | February 27, 2013 | Reply

  3. Congratulations on not having the plague.

    I like the misty mooring photo – very atmospheric.

    Comment by Liz | February 28, 2013 | Reply

  4. I may have to teach him how to clear out his own Dinahmow. I could give him a virtual shovel.

    And so inconsiderate taking something like that to the surgery Z.
    Most such things I tend to leave for at least a week but it grew so big so quickly I was a bit concerned about what might happen next!

    It’s a relief Liz, it would be terrible to have started the second black death.

    Comment by Mig | February 28, 2013 | Reply

  5. The worst thing about blogging is that everyone would know you’d started the second Black Death! Glad to know you’ll survive!

    Comment by Carol | March 1, 2013 | Reply

  6. Goodness Carol, I hadn’t though of that! I was planning to pretend I didn’t know anything about it. Never mind it looks as though we’ve all got away with it this time.

    Comment by Mig | March 1, 2013 | Reply

  7. Now now….we all know that Pestilence retired in 1936 when penicillin happened. I believe Pollution took his place.
    Yes I read Pratchett. I blame he-who-does-it-all, dontchaknow.
    And he’s a grand dishwasher…so no worries there. House keeping in general….ummm…pass!
    Oh but I’m grateful it wasn’t anything your mind and the internet conjured up, though what it IS….notsomuch sounding like a good time. I shall hope for the very thing that pushed Pestilence into retirement…to work out your…errrr…situation.
    Ohmygosh what A.M.A.Z.I.N.G. photos…..WOW!!!

    Comment by Mel | March 1, 2013 | Reply

  8. Situation well under control now Mel thank you : )
    I’d quite forgotten that Pollution had taken over – Modern times eh?

    Comment by Mig | March 2, 2013 | Reply

  9. OH! I love the fogy morning!
    looks so peaceful.
    I think WebMD has the spookiest ailments..
    My friend was sure she had some strangecantpronounceit disease…more than once..
    but we must be grateful for the wealth of DIY right?

    Comment by ☼Illuminary☼ | March 4, 2013 | Reply

  10. I think we must be grateful indeed Illuminary, after all it saves time at the doctors right?

    Comment by Mig | March 4, 2013 | Reply

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