Wisdom Teeth

From Facebook Archives.

31 March 2021

Just back from a trip to the dentist with Thunderthighs.   

As I feared he has inherited my wisdom teeth, at least on one side.   The bottom left is growing at right angles into the molar in front of it, causing damage, so one or both will have to go.   

Fortunately I'd flagged up his autism and anxiety and the dentist immediately said 

"Oh I'm referring him to the Dental Hospital, and I wonder if the Molineux centre do gas and air sedation because he should have that for fillings."   

We know the Molieux rather well - I'm about to head off there with Ferretfingers to have his tartar scraped.  

Mrs Quilt  What a Trojan you are on behalf of your boys. Driving through and then parking in Newcastle fills me with dread. Hope the effort is repaid 100fold to ease Thunderthighs' anxiety. XXXX  

Miss Doozer  I had my wizzies out under GA at the old General. It was great. They gave me stacks of the good stuff and I was hammered for a week. Turned up at work on about day two and they sent me home again. Happy days x 

 

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Post Script

We are still waiting for Thunderthighs’ appointment to have his cracked molar removed at the Dental Hospital.

In the meantime a brilliant and very patient young dentist has cleaned, polished, sealed and done three fillings on his teeth.  He was wonderful at keeping Thunderthighs calm, explaining everything to him before and during operations.    

I know because Thunderthighs wanted my reassuring presence in the surgery while he was in the chair.

Given my own phobia and horror of dental surgery that really was Trojan.

How You Ask Matters

From Facebook Archive

30 March 2022 at 11:05 

Sleet!

Effin sleet driving Ferretfingers to the Rising Sun Farm.

Bazoukiboy phoned and there's something wrong with the flat's roof which is causing water ingress and percolation and damp in the downstairs flat.  

So we shall have a grumpy Fester when I show him the forwarded text.

 

And can someone please explain to Fester the difference between

"There's nothing you want me to do before I go out, is there?" 

and

"Is there anything you'd like me to do before I go out?" 

or even

"Is there anything I can do for you before I go out?"

Basically the same question I know but the latter are preferable ...

especially when the enquirer is lying in bed whilst the enquiree has been up for the best part of an hour trying to get his offspring up and out.

Fed up and far from home, as Mother used to say.

Marie Curie Collecting Hat

For a few years I regularly took part in street collections for Marie Curie Cancer Care. Sadly the unpleasantness stopped them and now my ageing bones and body and caring responsibilities mean I can no longer volunteer.

From Facebook Archives

29 March 2013

Thanks to Mrs Leftfoot for the new profile photo
Happy Easter

Ms Exlibris  You look like a cross between a diddyman and a nun!  I would give to such a yellow happy lady!  Happy fund raising.

Bentonbag  That hat is marvellous.  Not only does it keep one's head warm and dry (important at the top of Northumberland St) but people have given me folding money just for being daft/bold enough to wear it.

I got the coat for £1 at St Oswald's Hospice Shop.  You can get loads of layers under it and it's so long it keeps my legs warm and dry, nice deep pockets for gloves, phone, hankies etc.

The boots came from St Oswald's Hospice Shop too - £3

Ms Exlibris  Absolute bargains!

Mrs Leftfoot  Ben, you were a shining beacon on a cold spring day! XX

Bentonbag  One man in Sainsbury's last week said I was stupendous!

Drummerman  Are you sure that was the word he used?

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More Marie Curie collecting blogs can be found at

https://bentonbag.blogspot.com/2022/03/marie-curie-collecting.html

https://bentonbag.blogspot.com/2020/11/marie-curie-collecting.html

https://bentonbag.blogspot.com/2022/11/small-world.html

https://bentonbag.blogspot.com/2022/03/march-weather.html

https://bentonbag.blogspot.com/2021/03/finding-my-tribe.html

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Gardening

 

What a difference between two years

From facebook archives

28 March 2022 at 10:05

Mother's Day brought two lovely cards, socks ("If anyone is thinking of mother's day gifts I need socks") and a bagful of chocolate.

Gardener's Delight and Red Cherry tomatoes and a few Jack O'Lantern and Big Max pumpkin seeds planted and inside the front windowsill. 

Mowed the lawn and now the weather's broken so everything out there is getting watered.

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This year the back end of the lawn is puddled by the rains and bald in places.

The frosts have ensured there’s not enough grass growth anywhere to require mowing.

The ffa and parsnips went in together yesterday.  

I also scattered around some very cheap wild flower seeds, took sage cuttings and put some Mother’s Day carnation cuttings into wet compost and onto a sunny windowsill.

Despite Fester’s purchases and naggings no other seeds have been planted yet…

Maybe Thursday if he’s lucky.

Bed And Bedding

Following on from yesterday’s blog from Facebook archives...

 

27 March 2013 at 19:34

The airing cupboard is now full.

I still have a couple of dozen pairs of pillowcases to put away somewhere though.

I've dropped some very heavy hints about replacing our low kingsize with a nice high double storage divan;  so much easier on the knees, and we don't need the extra 6inches for kids or athletics like we used to.

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We did not get a new bed.

The kingsize is a solid pine bed Phil bought when I moved in with him in 1986.

It has seen a lot of life, and will probably see a lot more.

Whenever any of the planks, laths etc have broken Will Fixit has repaired it.

Eventually I got him to raise the bits holding the mattress base up six inches making it much easier to get up in the morning. 

Coincidentally, and happily, I can now see my face in the dressing table mirror when sitting on the bed.

Modern mattresses are so much thicker or taller than old ones so replacing that helped too.

Around this time I mentioned in passing to Mrs Quilt that Fester and I were thinking of getting married.  The next time she saw me she said “I’ve started a quilt for you.”  So then we had to set a firm date, and invite her to be one of the witnesses, as we were keeping it very quiet.  The wedding party comprised her and Bazoukiboy as witnesses, Fetterfingers, Thunderthighs and Mr Quilt as photographer.

(Mrs Leftfoot may now make some comment about never being asked to be a bridesmaid.)

Getting Sorted

Regular readers will recall that 2012 was our Annus Horribilis when, among other things, Fester’s brother died suddenly and we had the task of sorting and clearing the family home they had lived in since the 1950s.  Their mother was a comptometer operator and collector of small antiques, dolls, glassware, treen and many other things.   

Their father was an excellent joiner and enabler; building wall-mounted cupboards and finally flooring and fitting out the attic to hold her continually expanding collection.   

It took Fester and me ten weekends of hard work to get everything packed up and sent to Sheffield Auction Galleries for sale.

Useful household items, bedding and towels, bits of furniture and things of sentimental value came back to this home.   That included a succulent which lived on the Sheffield windowsill; which I watered each time we went down and finally brought back with us after our last visit.

My parents died in 2003 and 2011 and it fell to my brother and sisters to sort out our family home.  I used my share of the estate on a loft extension giving Thunderthighs his own bedroom with en-suite.  This enforced replacing the old gas boiler with a condensing one and a full overhaul of the central heating system (thankfully only one radiator needed replacing).   

Little Brother died just as work was really getting underway on the loft so it was an even more interesting summer than we’d anticipated.

The next year Fester used some of the money from the Sheffield Auction Gallery sales to upgrade Chateau Midden’s bathroom and kitchen.

In retrospect it feels as if we had Will Fixit and his minions here for most of a year.

Many of my Facebook friends are and were friends of Fester and Little Brother, and had visited their parents’ home over the years so might be interested in what had happened to their treasures.

From Facebook archives ...

26 March 2013 at 14:39 

Having finished the bathroom Will Fixit is now fixing Delves Avenue things onto walls. 

Thunderthighs has the mirror from the living room in the loft.

The bus-display cabinet and dolls' house are on the stairs and landing waiting for things to be put in them.

The hall mirror is in the hall.

What was my airing cupboard until the tank was taken out now has shelves in so I have somewhere to put the combined Benton/Hackenthorpe towels and bedlinen (we shall never need to buy a towel or pillowcase again).

Ferretfingers may soon have a bedroom free of storage boxes and blanket bags.

The plant that used to be on the windowsill is now covered in pink blossom.

Later 

Mother-in-love’s dolls' house furniture and tiny teds have been returned to the house, together with some other tiny things we found along the way.

The bus display cabinet is now full of buses and other vehicles again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

(These photos are recently taken and contain even more tiny things of my own collecting, or given by friends.)