3 October 2011

Posted by DMC on 4 October 2011 in Diary |

As we had been warned, the electricity would go off at 9.00 a.m. I had suggested to ‘my lovely’ that we got Chris, our local electrician to come up and start the generator. That was the reason we put it in the first place, to cover power cuts, and at the time we agreed that he would pop in and start it up once a month to keep it in good running order. That was at least six months ago we had never touched it since. Alice had pre-empted me and arranged for Chris, or one of his colleagues, to pop in and start it, which he did. It worked like a charm and now I feel well prepared for a really hard winter. (In the event the electricity was not cut off until 11 o’clock. However, having the generator checked monthly throughout the winter has to be sensible. so nothing is wasted.

Of course, our biggest problem for lack of electricity, would be the rising bed and the reclining chair, either of which could prove to be very inconvenient if I was stuck up in the air ! The hoist, respirator and electric wheel chair all have batteries, so no problem there, as long as the power cut does not last more than 8 hours. With the cut in mind and I went through posting my daily blog and dealing with e-mails before the electricity was due to be ct off., after that even if the genorator failed us I would still able to make telephone calls and watch some DVDs on my to let tops

but fully before their batteries ran out.

In the meantime ,as the Indian summer continues – I believe this to be the last really hot day -I spent three hours in the garden, in my electric wheel chair, which helped pass the time. Looking at the five-day forecast I’m horrified to see the only day this week which looks a bit iffy as far as rain is concerned is tomorrow, my beloved Tuesday. I really must make an effort to go to the golf club unless there is a serious possibility that I, and my wheelchair, get soaked. which is a risk I dare not take.

Here’s today’s little offering to make you chuckle. I may have used it before as it is one of those golden oldies that comes round from time to time but never mind if you’re like me will probably forgotten the punch line anyway!

 There was this man sitting at the bar staring at my drink when a large, trouble-making biker steps up next to me, grabs my drink, and gulps it down in one swig.


Well, whatcha’ gonna do about it?” he says, menacingly, as the ma burst into tears.

“Come on, man,” the biker says, “I didn’t think you’d CRY. I can`t stand to see a man crying.” 

“This is the worst day of my life,” the man said. “I’m a complete failure.  I was late to a meeting and my boss fired me. When I went to the parking  lot, I found my car had been stolen, and I don’t have any insurance.  I left my wallet in the cab I took home.  I found my wife with another man, and then my dog bit me.” 

“So I came to this bar to work up the courage to put an end to it all, I buy a drink, I drop a capsule in and sit here watching the poison dissolve; then you show up and drink the whole thing!  …   
But enough about me, the man said,how’s your day going?


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