Freedom come, freedom go

… Freedom moving along …

The sun shines on the righteous.

With which, Partner got a rare parking space outside our block, helped by our wonderful neighbour opposite who moved his car to let us into the tight space and I was all set to shuffle down the stairs on my backside.

As a kid, my mother had impressed upon me that shuffling across the floor led to tight cheeks. No idea where she got that from. Or why I needed to know it. Bit hard on our kitchen floor I must say.

Years later at university, I carried out the same manoeuvre in aerobics classes.

Much later still, in my fifties, I’m shuffling down the steps to hopefully escape to Spain for a few days.

A quick leap into the Land Rover, no queue at the frontera, and we were off.

Two and a half hours saw the reverse procedure. Out of the Land Rover, and up the steps to our finca. Except this time with an audience. No secrets in Spain.

After one neighbour had joked about Partner kicking my leg, my ankle and said next time he should kick my head and complete the job properly, he then offered to help lift me up the steps.

Domestic violence is rife in Spain. Especially in Andalucía. But this wasn’t the right time to give a feminism lecture. Not to a neighbour who was pleased to see us, always looks out for our house when we aren’t here, and offered to lift me up home. Does that make me complicit? Yes. But there are times and places for education and this wasn’t one. I let it go. In fact Partner was more offended than me. For obvious reasons.

My immediate neighbours talked twenty to the dozen. At the same time. Two Spaniards speaking at you simultaneously is not an easy one.

Once Jose had got the broken ankle on both sides bit he repeated it to all and sundry.

They’d been very concerned and feared an accident. But not to me, to Partner, painting up ladders at his age. Everyone else his age in the village is retired/on the sick. Certainly not working up ten floors of scaffolding.

And after that, life drifted into its leisurely routine. Well, apart from having to hop further. Next doors gave us squash. The cockerel got half. Our Indian neighbour in Gib may get the other. We hate squash.

Big dog went to see the vet. Our household limps a lot at the moment. I ripped out dead lettuces and the weeds that Partner ignored didn’t see.

He bought me some new massage oil. Weleda. For delicate skin. That should suit Mr Doom and Gloom doctor. Thanks to those commenters who have recommended various ways to improve healing. I appreciate it very much.

And suddenly we were back. Birthdays, Spain, gone in a twinkling. He pulled up on the edge of the loading bay, and I struggled, by which I mean struggled, to hop up the street. One of our neighbours asked how I was and then looked at me and her face fell.

I sat on the step to watch the vehicle while he took the dogs inside.

‘Hi how are you?’ said one dateless neighbour. ‘Fine, I have a broken leg.’

Later I was shuffling up the stairs and met the beauty of the block.

‘Can I help?’

‘No, it’s ok.’

She wasn’t convinced.

‘Are you trying to get out?’

Ah. I’m trying to escape from the mental asylum.

‘No, I’m going back home.’

Whereupon I got the keys out of my bag, unlocked the door, shuffled across the floor inside the flat, heaved myself onto the sofa, and then hopped over to pour a birthday class of cava. A woman needs to have her priorities right.

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The reason for coming back was to see Mr Doom and Gloom.

Patient transport due to pick me up at 10 am. Oh no. They rang at 9.20 and when Partner put down the ‘phone they were outside. No heated up pasta for me for breakfast. I hopped to it.

Clinic was late as ever. Darling nurse beamed at me, ‘Only two more and then you.’

Once in, she admired my scars. Perfect, apparently. As scars go. But all dried up.

Mr D & G appeared. ‘Perfect.’

We need a consultant to repeat what the nurse has said?

‘How are you walking?’

Idiot. I’m not.

‘She came in a wheelchair,’ added Darling Nurse for the benefit of unawake consultant.

‘You told me not to weight bear,’ I said.

Peevishly he pointed out I had no support for my ankle (Er, I forgot to put on the splint when the ambulance turned up 40 minutes early) and said he would refer me to physio.

X rays. ‘Have you had one?’

‘Yes, two weeks ago.’

‘Oh, another one in six weeks then.’ With which he flounced out.

Result of X ray? No idea. Wound swab? No idea. But, I can escape to Spain, start trying to put weight on my feeble bones, and even shower. I think. Because no-one tells you what you can do.

Actually Darling Nurse did say, don’t go to A&E if you have any problems, come here. Strange.

We discussed the busy clinic. I said people were patient. She rolled her eyes.

‘Don’t you believe it. We’re frontline and we get shit.’

Sad that. Nurses doing a good job shouldn’t be held accountable for delays in the clinic. My policy is to go prepared for a wait, be polite and courteous to everyone. Why is that difficult? It’s not. There is no reason to abuse anyone in a hospital, whether porter, receptionist, patient transport staff, nurses, or doctors.

Yes, I’ve waited two hours. So what? I’ve also been rushed in quickly too. Front line staff should NEVER get the grief. Call a manager. That’s our job. If I’d been managing that clinic and my staff were getting shit, I would have been right down there.

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Now, the results of my blog poll. Most of you don’t care two hoots about smilies, although some of you like the like button. Either way, things can stay as they are. As many of you wondered what an emoji keyboard was. By now you’ve had time to look it up, but if not, it’s a graphic keyboard. No idea how it works on that uncivilised windows thing, but on a mac you go into keyboards, add, and click emoji. 😛 Pretty much like clicking on Spanish or French.

Reading around, one of my pals pointed out the advantage of having a blog that doesn’t shrink nested comments. As I’m far too idle to browse through 6000 wordpress alternative themes, any suggestions for similar looks to this (2011 theme) with a changeable header and better options for lengthy chat would be helpful.

I have updated my about page. So those of you with ‘satiable curiosity can now check out my career in journalism, PR, editing, publishing blah di blah.

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An author’s conundrum

Reading, as ever, a book this week, I was fascinated with, yet again, American English. If you have a book set in the UK should the vocab be Americanese? From what I could gather, two characters were American, everyone else was British.

Do English women really say: ‘I was trying to save your ass’?

And everything else was Americanised eg flavor, realize, trunk instead of boot.

I’ve read books that have jumped continents. A story that starts in America that travels around with main US characters keeps US language. Similarly Brit stories going globe-trotting stick to English. But a story set in the UK written in American didn’t hang together for me.

And in another tale, a YA slopfic, the end finally packed a bit of punch – with the line, read the next novel to find out more. Oh come on. It was hardly Dickens to start with, but to end the book with the biggest revelation and say you have to buy the sequel is just crass. If you are writing a novel, it needs to be complete. It should comprise a beginning, a middle and an end. It shouldn’t stop in the middle because you want to sell the sequel. If your book is good enough people will be interested anyway. Cheap tactics.

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Trying to put weight on my broken ankle yesterday, Partner asked naively, ‘Does it hurt?’

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77 comments on “Freedom come, freedom go

  1. See, ‘signed up’.

    I don’t think I would have been too impressed with your neighbour’s remarks either, irrespective of the humorous intent. Not surprised it got up your husband’s nose.

    What’s with the pic of the nails?

    My lot swear by Arnica Oil, by the way. And the fragrance is nice too.

    Not interested in blog polls, but not a big fan of this particular theme, to be honest. As you have it set up it’s a bit too bland for me.
    No doubt others will ‘love’ the clean lines or whatever the phrase is.

    Since you pointed out the Americanism/s I had used they suddenly become glaringly apparent whenever they are encountered, and they tend to jar. Odd that before I may have not have noticed or ignored them.
    Human nature is funny like that, is it not?

    This Is Not A Smiley..or a lol.

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    • Well however you did it, well done. Use oldies get there sometimes.

      That surprised me that you commented on that. Hoss, actually Jose, but he looks like Hoss out of Bonanza, figures he knows us well enough. Strange eh?

      Arnica is fine, but I wasn’t meant to use topical on the injured area ie half the leg. The new calendula smells wonderful, totally citrusy. Anyway it’s in Spain so I’m back to lavender.

      I like polls. They are fun from time to time. It is clean lines, yes. I dislike fussy and like things as stark as possible. Anyway I didn’t ask about theme/design I asked about good ones for nested comments after V mentioned it. Text and pix should take priority over design. So we can find something else to differ over :)

      I am shit hot on Americanisms. I’ve noticed it creeps into those of you in SA and also Aus. The worst? The use/misuse of the word of. Off of has me jumping off of the wall. Dire. And yet, they look out the window. Serious teeth grinds for those.

      Did I point out your US isms? Don’t remember. It was in Almost Dead yes?

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      • That surprised me that you commented on that.

        Why? What sort of bloke do you think I am for crying out loud?

        Americanisms
        The sofa /settee thing, remember?

        It’s considered okay to use Americanisms in South Africa….it’s the cultural thing they have going down here. Probably as a result of the previous oppression which is perfectly understandable. The backlash against Afrikaans in many cases I suspect?
        But as you pointed out, if it’s in writing that is a portrayal of something (cultural?) not American – English for example – it is inappropriate.

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          • .Let’s not answer that one.

            I am tempted to say, No, please do, as you don’t have a leg to stand on. Alas, you have one.

            Couch then…It was changed.

            So American culture is preferential to British? Um.

            In many things yes. Under Apartheid and before the English weren’t regarded very highly at all in many areas. The Boer War and all that crap.
            The ”Dutchman”’as the derogatory term went, did want anything to rock his boat, including the English language if he could help it.
            The Africans looked to America as the land of Freedom and Jazz, many emulating dress codes, and other fashion styles wherever they were able.
            ( white-wall car tyres are one example!)

            And now of course we have the BIg Mac, Apple Mac and Bill Gates… & George W y’all…lol.

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          • And the argument goes … While you may not agree with DV you do write appallingly sexist comments, which in itself then perpetuates and … do I really need to continue?

            See, even one leg is bad enough if you get me going. Not that I am going anywhere right now.

            No footy tonight eh?

            Freedom and jazz is a bit old hat. Interesting though. Next y’all will be writing awesome.

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          • Really? Yes, continuez sil voos plate.
            What appallingly sexist comments ?

            That you say I do is sexist in itself. And you don’t even realise.

            ”Awesome” ? Nah, besides, if I did a chick like you would drag me over the coals.

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  2. Re last bit, was your response perhaps, .’Particularly when I’m trying to kick someone for asking silly questions!’
    I recently edited a novel set in New York but with long extracts from an ancestor’s account in UK English. Switching between the two, and also looking for anachronisms, was excellent mental exercise!
    Another I’m doing at the moment in UK English gives me headaches like wondering if ‘a dime a dozen’ is allowable, or if I should insist on ‘ten a penny’.
    I wonder how long the nails will survive returning mobility?
    Your ‘about’ does show you know what you are doing – and then some, with knobs, brass fittings and fancy trimmings.
    I have just rewritten War and Peace in a less abridged version than the original. Does a hundred still hold good for the edit? Or … was that per page?

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    • It was too funny. Does your broken ankle hurt? FFS it hurts all the time, I just don’t mention it.

      That sounds interesting, but did you switch the English? I think having the wrong one in the wrong place jars, but, and big but, swapping from flavor to flavour, curb to kerb, in a novel doesn’t work either.

      Ark pointed out that Americanisms have crept in to SA. Dime a dozen? Are you kidding?

      The nails are already dead :( a little gardening and I don’t know what else, but gone.

      Thanks Col. I know I know what I’m doing. I can publicise the world but have typical Brit reticence about myself. Interesting you have set up a new book blog. I’ll comment when you add more posts.

      The £100 is for a short novel. Depends how short your abridged W&P is. Did you see a recent post elsewhere about paying $1000 for proofing? I would be right in there I tell you. Plus editing on top.

      Editing conundrum. Wonner? Wunner? Oner? One-er?

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      • The book blog will probably have to take a back seat for a while – and I may even need to delete it and start again. I want to divorce it from the Colonialist blog, although remaining on friendly terms, and for that I may need to use another of my email addresses.
        Don’t you find it amazing how many editors quote per page? How long is a page, unless one stipulates size and font? I tend to use sliding scales per 1000 words based on what is asked for and the state of the manuscript..

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        • Take care with the book blog. I read a lot that are too heavy on the hard sell. Much as I hate to say it, Ark manages a fine balance in his main blog. Do hope he doesn’t read this.

          I price per MS. How can you tell how many errors there are? How much to check? How many changes in style or writing to make?

          I price our decorating jobs the same way. Not by the amount of paint or rolls of wallpaper or other such silly measures, just a price for the job.

          You can’t price per word or per page. Well I don’t.

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          • Indeed, but there are some I have seen which manage to keep on the theme of the book/s with a light enough touch to keep and build a following.

            On the pricing, there is little option when – as I am doing at present – one is editing a book in the course of being written, with no certainty how long or short it will turn out to be or how long it will take to complete.

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  3. If you are bored sans footy, start a new comment please. This is why I need a new bland theme :)

    Bored? Moi? You jest, surely?
    I am drinking an ‘awesome’, cup of coffee listening to Beggars Banquet – what an awesome album – and flitting between a novel I recently downloaded and a few blogs.

    But I shall be turning in soon or maybe watch a movie ‘cos I’m bushed.

    So, you were saying about my appalling sexist comments? Hmm?

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    • Oh dear. You did what I asked. I am something to whatever. Putty in your hands. Hmmm too late to think.

      I am equally tired. Still recovering from yesterday. Worrying how to stand on a dead leg.

      Your sexist comments? Sweetheart you ooze them endlessly. I’m sure it’s deliberate. Can it wait for mañana?

      You are funny though. I followed a link from Ruth’s and so laughed at your comments. It was the 501 – a bit like bex bissel, dry foam – and counting one. With which nite nite.

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  4. Oh, I remember those aerobic “walking across the floor” while sitting legs out routines. Jane Fonda leg warmer era. Never did much aerobic back then as I was moving far too fast/jumping around in normal life. Did yoga trying to get tranquility…lost cause, obviously.
    Noooo. The character’s vocabulary must be written in the dialect of the location or in character’s background. I hate it when the wrong slang/words/accent come out of a character’s mouth – in books, films – all of it. Hard enough to “suspend belief” and merge with the story as it is without that barrier. Lazy writer, lazy writer.
    Spaniards. What can you say. All talk wildly at once. With expression. Tiring in business meetings…my ears would actually get tired.
    So glad the wound is healing and you can start trying to put a bit of weight on it. (Nice of them to let you know)
    Yes, you are right, a good nurse is worth her weight in gold. My father in law has a couple pampered because he knew that. A good nurse can be your best friend as a patient. The good ones rarely act snooty or arrogant and rarely realize how wonderful they are.
    There are some bad ones – unfortunately they don’t know or don’t care they are horrid. You always hope their shift is over soon.
    (Yellow squash or zucchini? Will eat those…the acorn ones are a bit of trouble to cook, Haven’t done those in a long time)
    Pippa paw? Hey, only one hobbling creature per household…no bids for attention allowed.
    Hope you both feel better soon!
    (and over to the revised page now)

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    • I think it was pre Jane Fonda, never did any of her exercises. I did have a bright pink leotard and leggings for it all. Must have looked like an elongated fuchsia.

      It’s interesting how to pitch the language. I know I’ve read that one company will only accept books written in American English. I find Americanese hard at the best of times, but for a novel set in Britain? Was reading about someone wanting tips on how to write in English rather than American, and a number of people told her it ain’t that simple. Not just about kerb and curb, jewellery and jewelry, but also punctuation, grammar, idioms etc. For example, one recent (YA) book I read kept talking about making out. Not a phrase that was ever used in my youth.

      All the nurses I have seen so far have been great. But maybe you get out what you put in? The ortho nurses are run ragged, but mine today said she loved her job. Regardless, it doesn’t hurt to be polite and thank them for helping you.

      I think it must be acorn. It looks that shape. Anyway, it’s gone to our Indian neighbour upstairs. I like zucchini. Never think of them as squash even though they are the same family. Similar name in Spanish too.

      Pippa hobbling better than me with his yummy oral liquid meds, smells like liquorice, so I will remain the one-legged drama queen.

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      • Acorn squash needs a lot of baking, brown sugar, butter, and rum…easier to eliminate the acorn squash and keep the rest?
        The English language can trip you up quickly if you don’t recognize regional differences – as you say, it’s not just the vocabulary. Better to write about what you actually know -not what you think you know/can fake. We stumbled across a list of Irish slang yesterday – it was terrific. All of it logical/reasonable, but what a hoot for ears here. Delightful read – more creative and fun than current local street slang which gets pretty ugly.
        Do nurses still wear caps there? Showing where they trained? Not here…many wear white coats even. Rather confusing to all…especially to some of them apparently. There are so many levels of nurses and such jealousy between some of them. Hard to watch. People, be nice – to each other as well as patients, too. Always a few bad apples in any bunch. Burnout must be high there, I think. So many patients are unreasonable and rude. Disgusting.
        Dad always said “When in the hospital, take the nurses some candy or cookies (or something healthy now). Smile and be nice.” Good advice.
        Oh, poor Pippa. Glad he’s a little more comfortable. Raining again here – Molly will be bonkers shortly with only a quick walk in horrid heat this morning. Off to prowl through some used office furniture place while she sleeps…and plots…we know she is plotting her way onto the bed.

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        • No idea what Ramish will do with it.

          All countries have regional variations, dialects, or even languages eg Spain has four official lenguas.

          My part of the UK had a strong dialect and its own words. And then there is sheep counting language!

          Not seen nurses in caps for years.

          I was confused about seniority. Different coloured jackets. Two shades of blue and some in maroon. Couldn’t work it out. Ward sister at the top? Others were staff nurses and nurses? No idea. But not a problem as I treated them all the same.

          No rigid demarcation. Nurses would take food trays away, pass a glass of water, help you to the toilet, all of which are technically unskilled auxiliary jobs. Kind people. Need to say thank you and appreciate people not give them grief.

          Go Molly. Get on that bed. Sofas and beds are for dogs. People allowed occasionally. Pippa was right on my sofa spot when I went to hospital. I’ve reclaimed it though.

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          • Im my experience, one of the benefits of smaller places is that people generally are generally kinder. A lot of ego/ inflated self esteem seems to be involved currently in the US right now.
            Even in the US there are multiple regional dialects of Spanish depending on the country of origin of the majority. SW Spanish is the most neutral – it’s not TX-MX or Spanglish. Textbook companies have lost tons and tons of money not knowing the community differences(no one deserves it more – arrogant people in Ohio)…and that’s how I found a niche in publishing/promoting library/text books. Books have to match or a waste of hard to come by money.
            Bit of whacky: saw the test of the NASA flying saucer space ship didn’t go quite as planned. They hope to find the black box and figure it out. Not quite the Jetsons yet…..mooooore raaaaain. Up and out very early getting some energy out of Molly…there’s just so much window sill left to eat!

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          • A sense of community in small places, but we’ve had good neighbours whether country or city. Lucky?

            I did learn some Catalan when we went to Catalunya, but I’ve lost it all know. Really useful words like carrots, totally superfluous when you could see what they were and or point and or speak in Castilian Spanish.

            Missed the test. Will look it up. Snows was running round this morning at 4.30 5am. Chose my nose rather than the window sill or table legs. Ouch.

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          • I think stable populations – ones that have roots there and don’t move frequently makes a difference.
            We’ve lived in places with very close communities – and we’ve lived in places where people come and go – the economy definitely affected community. Really hard to establish any kind of bonds when people are already planning to leave.
            Native TX/Houstonians, a pretty friendly bunch, have been overwhelmed by some who had no community spirit growing up/where they used to live and aren’t interested..and they are moving someday. But you do what you can to build a network

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          • Yes and no. Disadvantage, no new blood, insular, unwelcoming to outsiders. But, looking out for their neighbours.

            UK communities are very different to Gib and Spain. Here people wait and see before they decide whether to accept you.

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  5. What a process! I might have said that already, but really! Am amazed at how you seem to be managing to carry on in good spirit…what else can one do, I guess…roll up into a heap. I go nuts after a couple of days without a ride or run etc. Do not know how you do it, but when/if I get into a similar situation I am coming to you for emotional guidence…you have been warned…
    Seriously though, keep healing. This has got to eventually end. Before you know it you will be off your bum and walking your dogs again!

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    • Well yes, it is a bit like that. Not much point moaning about something you can’t change.

      Just take the positives out of it instead of stressing about the bad. Sure, it’s not ideal! and I would have preferred it didn’t happen, but …

      Yup, it will end, but I know from before there are no quick fixes, so it’s just a question of hanging in.

      Thanks for the good wishes – let’s hope you don’t need my emotional guidance.

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  6. Inactivity would certainly have helped the nails look nice, but my break happened in Sri Lanka where I did nothing to threaten my nails: for six months or so mine were tougher and more beautiful than I’ve ever had in my life! Have you thought about a walking frame? Now, don’t get upset, but think about it. The crutch thing is untenable, but at this stage you need a little help and hopping and limping around frankly, is dangerous. I used my portable, collapsable walking frame just as a help, out on the street, along the beach, but it was especially helpful going up and down stairs, as somewhere to rest my ass when I got tired, and as a protection, standing on a vaporetto … with it I was mobile again and could get out and about alone, no longer dependent on people to help me. Glad you found something to help with the healing – and that your scar will be the beneficiary of that :)

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    • Can’t believe a few days ago they were so nice. Every single one has broken now :(

      My dear. I do have a frame. The only time I don’t use it is when it won’t fit between the furniture, so I use furniture (it’s all solid) and walls for support. So basically I’m hopping with frame as surgeon insisted on no weight bearing.

      Apart from hospital visits, I’ve only been out to get in and out of the Land Rover to go to Spain. And hopping half-way up (and it is uphill) the street was a nightmare. No way am I going anyway until I am stronger.

      The oil is for the dry skin on my foot. It’s been falling off in chunks but it seems to be improving now.

      ScarS. I have two of them :D

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  7. And time moves ever forward. The initial trauma is now in the past but the present is still marked by the ongoing necessities associated with a healing body. Perhaps I am “seeing” what I want to see but somewhere in the background I could sense the quiet of a warm summer settling around everything. Things are well under way and all that’s needed is time.
    Is it just me or does your blog have a whole new theme? You noted that you updated the “about” page, and I checked–I like it, but I think there are more changes too.

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    • Perceptive as ever.

      In fact I think the next part, ie putting weight on the bad leg, will be the hardest. I have a dim memory of this from 40 plus years ago and it is not good.

      It was time to update the about page. I’d not changed it to include little Snowy, and as a blog is increasingly used as a first point of contact, with the about page being the first click, I somewhat reluctantly went down the professional route. I may yet tinker further though.

      This has always been a personal blog, so reflects what’s going on in my life with Gib and Spain chucked in. Or vice versa.

      Spain is in financial crisis and Gib has frontier queues. I’m inventive, but even I run out of different ways to say that!

      Life for the last two months has been reading, editing and hospital. I suspect that explains the shift. With release from hospital for six weeks (and I’ll hide from physio) I should be able to regain a less introspective focus. Maybe.

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  8. Is this whole healing healing process taking much longer than expected. Will you be back on two feet before Luis Suarez has completed his ban? Did you know that in Bonanza Hoss Cartwright’s actual character name was Eric?

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      • So they told you that it would take a long time. I suspect that the whole healing process slows down as we get older! With time on your hands are you watching the World Cup? Who will you support now England and Spain are both eliminated? And what about Wimbledon? Nadal or Murray?

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        • No they didn’t. But two weeks before op, six weeks before weight bearing = two months. Fairly obvious to a half brain dead idiot it will take a long time. Especially when this idiot is a veteran of limb injuries.

          Started. See earlier posts with brief footy resume. Bored. Too exhausting.
          Prob Netherlands. If I was watching.

          Not watched Wimbles for years. If I see it I get distracted and watch. I loved it. But it’s part of my past I guess. The only recent decent player I liked was Graf and she’s ancient now! Nearly as old as me!!

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  9. Great post. I can visualize you scooting along on your bum lol. Nice pics… love the nails. I’ll check out your page in a min. I’ve got nothing to say about American/English, English…not like we get them mixed up or anything is it? :D :D :D But it is, arse in English. Like…you shuffle your arse down the stairs. :) Now to check out your page and then on to do your recommend… :)

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  10. Sounds as if your escape to Spain did you a lot of good…not quite nullified by having to hop up the street on return.
    Nurses? Good ones just think what they do is normal…bad ones show that it is not.

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    • I can’t believe where the time went. Planning another escape, but still trying to catch up.

      Hopping up the Well, I agree with you.
      I didn’t get ads when I was on blogger… Hell on legs. Or leg.

      I’ve worked with some great nurses in the past. It’s been nice to find some as a patient. I can’t think of a bad nurse I have encountered. And I am being pretty critical here. I could be picky about one. An isolated incident. Maybe I’ll write about him ;)

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      • I am prejudiced where it comes to nurses.

        On first seeing a print of Florence Nightingale walking the wards, lamp in hand I assumed she was a fire hazard given that the wounded soldiery were lying on heaps of straw and that my grandfather had dinned into all of us children never to enter the barns or the stables with anything inflammable.

        Then, when spending interminable time in hospital as a child, far from home so that there were few visits, I noticed that the nurses were far more interested in discussing their love life than in doing more than just seeing to our physical welfare. Matron, however, was super…I looked forward to her daily visits.

        My father brought in a pineapple – a rare sight in those days – to be shared amongst the children in my ward. It disappeared into the ward kitchen and when it did not reappear I went to see what had happened to it…bare feet and pulling the bandage up from my eyes in order to see.
        The top and skin were in the bin…the so and so nurses had eaten it.

        So they don’t get automatic trust.

        I happened to say something on these lines when commenting on another blog and had a return comment from a nurse with a blog who threatened me with an enema should I end up on his ward!

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        • One of the classic lines used by my nurse cousin, ‘my great grandmother was Florence Nightingale.’ True, but not of Crimean fame.

          I’d forgotten about the horrid nurse who wouldn’t pick up my bedtime stories book when it fell on the floor. My view about working with them is bound to be coloured, most were specialist nurses so super keen.

          But the lot in Gib were pretty good. Boring job, dishing out pills and escorting people to the toilet.

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          • Leo’s had some pretty foul ones in France….needing a pee when in intensive care, just coming out of almost complete paralysis, some goon gives him a pee bottle which he can’t hold….then complains bitterly about pee stains on the bed….nurses who don’t notice that food is uneaten because he can’t peel back the lids on the gunge within….nurses who don’t answer a bell for over an hour then complain that he has taken himself, dripstand and all, to the loo….nurses who push through a plasma based drip at speed to get it done before handover, leaving him with migraine…..
            Not impressed, on the whole.

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          • I had the food thing too, taking the lid off the tray, and then, taking the lids off the food containers.

            Next door bed companion used to ask me to ring the buzzer. I think she thought I got a faster response as I rarely ie never rang in my own right.

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  11. Our baby daughter shuffled around on her derriére for months before she finally decided to try walking. You won’t be able to believe it, when you’re able to be up and about again, but it will come to pass. Have faith. :) Your patience must be sorely tried though. Hugs to you.

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  12. Hiya [with regards to the Americanisms]!
    Before I read all those books by Maureen Lee, I had never heard/read the word ‘settee’! Now I know.

    About the theme and threaded comments; Don’t you want threaded comments? Go in to Dashboard > Settings > Discussions and uncheck that box there to see if that helps [Other comments settings > Enable threaded comments].

    I haven’t checked if it works, because I like them nested, but I admit it doesn’t look all that good with this theme. I’m using the same theme right now, but I never get that many comments.

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    • I loathe couch. I don’t know why. But I had some Australian friends who called it a lounge. Now I get that you may lounge (verb) on something, but I’ve never heard of lounging on a ‘lounge’.

      No, I do like them threaded/nested I do get some discussions that start to make it look unattractive. Even worse if you read on a mobile or tablet. I probably need to set up a test blog and explore WP’s 500 themes :(

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  13. I like your updated ‘About Roughseas’. Whenever I check out a new blogger that’s where I go. I hate it when there’s no -relevant- detail, and it needs to connect with the rest of the blog content. I like to know who I’m dealing with. About Roughseas accomplishes this.
    In novels, I think characters should speak their native language unless the narrative/plot supports otherwise. As an Australian, to me an ass is of the horse family, in which case I would save it, or a foolish or stupid person, in which case I’d have to think about it… similar but not the same as saving someone’s arse. Particularly if they are an arsehole.
    In regard to American spelling the Windows 8 program on my home computer tends to American, and it frustrates me, as my text ends up a mish-mash of Anglo-American. But blogging is a global forum, and life’s too short…
    I’m glad, for you, you let your neighbour’s comment slide… it’s a wise woman who can pick her battles. But it was a head-shaking comment.
    I hope the birthday cava is still flowing :)

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    • Thanks. I read so much about writing and editing, I thought I had better stick my neck out and say what I’d actually got in terms of qualifications and experience. I’ll probably amend it and add a formal quals line. The about page is critical though. I don’t like the one-liners eg I like knitting and I have a cat, and I don’t like the ‘clever’ ones that wrap themselves up in mystery so you end up no wiser.

      I see some Americanism creeping into Australianisms, but it’s very random. We, of course, use the odd Aussie word.

      I hate the default American on computers, I’ve set everything to default English (UK) as it is described, which annoys the hell out of me. American English should be described as English (US) not as English. If I see English, I expect it to BE English. And, even worse, I’ve seen American English described as British English! Where’s the logic in that?

      He’s a local lad. Worked in the fields all his life. Lives at home with his dad. Always friendly to us. A non-starter to explain that jokes about DV aren’t funny.

      Gone back to the tinnies now :D

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  14. Sure glad to hear that you are finally to the point you can begin putting weight on your foot and ankle. Bet you are really going to enjoy that first shower when you get it. Beautiful finger nails, mine have never looked that good. Wishing you all the best sweet friend in getting back to walking again. I will be so happy for you when you are walking without ANY pain whatsoever. Hugs!!!

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    • Trouble is, I haven’t actually tried to limp. It will hurt, I know. I’ve got so used to working around a wash down I’ve got used to it. I had one shower in hospital with a bag over my plastered leg and it was more trouble than it was worth.

      Well, those fingernails didn’t last long!

      Thank you. I don’t think it will be tomorrow though.

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  15. Re. American English. Interesting, I have a writer friend who is American and have read her dialogue over the years for American and English characters. It is difficult I think to write colloquial dialogue for a character not in your native language. Respect to authors who do it well. SD

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    • I think a lot of research is called for. That was just a basic example, ie ass/arse. Even I know the difference in the main words/spellings, but I wouldn’t profess to get, say, Texan slang tight or Bronx idioms correct if I introduced an American character into a book without extensive work on it.

      Aussie lingo wd be much easier having lived there :)

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        • Living there makes it easier, but it should still be possible to get basic vocab correct, even pre-Internet, people knew you say tomarto, I say tomayto. Particular dialect/slang just needs a little more work, eg if tha were writing in Tyke for t’ Tour de France. I think my characters would be a crazy mix of Aussies, Gibbos, andalucians and Tykes!

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