Spring is in the air

 Haven't seen or felt any dive bombing magpies yet, thank goodness but trees are starting to blossom.

Bottle brush in pale lemon.

A tea tree bush

Somewhere in this tree there is a birds nest.

 

Creative writing, 900 prompts.

 National novel writing month is coming up in November and as I was buying a crochet stitch book from the Book Depository, I also bought this book which arrived today.

Opened it and this was the second chapter that I read.

"Imagine, you are driving a car in the road.  You are coming back at your home from your  friend's party. Now, your car is passing through a long jungle and you are lonely driving on this road. Nobody is there.

Suddenly, your car stop. You try to start but failed. The car's water finished. You become worried and look aroundhere and there. In the same time,you look a light in the jungle. You walk to the jungle toward the light. A few minutes later, you reach at the only house.  And now you are surprising to see the house in the jungle."

This was quite difficult to copy as the English is so very wrong and the computer wanted to autocorrect some.

I have flicked through the book and the poor English seems to be through out the book. I know there are times when endings of words can be missed or similar but this does seem extreme. I suppose luckily for me, I can make out what it does mean and I can still use it.

 

Magic ball blanket

 I made a magic ball a couple of years ago and it had just sat waiting for me to do something with it. One of my online friends mentioned the magic ball, until then mine did not have a name.

A magic ball is bits and pieces of wool left over from other projects, joined by doing a magic knot on both ends of the new piece. That means that it can be used continuously.

The colours turned out quite well I thought, it is doubled for the photo and measures about 120 by 150cms. Just started my third magic ball blanket. I picked up some balls at the op shop, for a dollar a ball, four were bright orange I have greens and browns so that should tone it down.

Perfum

 Many years ago, I was coming home from visiting Warren and the hostesses came around with their tax free goodies. I had some pounds left and decided to spend them so I bought a bottle of perfume for myself. We had bought the kids gifts and they were in the luggage so I didn't feel guilty by buying something just for me.

As there were no testing, I bought purely on the look of the bottle and the price. It was called Lulu and luckily I loved it. 

It has been my perfume ever since, although not solely because of the cost but for several years now it has been the only perfume I wear. Problem is that as it has been around so long, it is getting harder to buy. I bought a bottle when in England as it was readily available and the last bottle I bought was from a chemist chain and they had extras because it was close to Christmas. 

I went back to that chain a few weeks ago but had to buy something else. I did a test and while it seemed alright, I dont like it after awhile. 

Warren was taking the car to be serviced and while there I asked him to go to a chemist warehouse and buy Lulu for me. He knows what he was looking for as he has bought some over the years for me as gifts. They didnt have it, unable to obtain it so apparently there was Warren taking smell tests.

He bought Joop, think this will be my new go to perfume, he did well.

Pizzas

 Earlier in the week, I decided that we would have pizza for dinner. I had bought gluten free bases which were in the freezer. Hmmmm, what else could I put on it. Checked the fridge, only had bacon but ended up with enough.

A few olives, tomatoes from the garden, had some spinach and topped off with flakes of almonds.

Today we were both out this morning and decided to buy lunch out and we went to a bit nicer restaurant with table services, we chose a table outside out of the wind and waited for our meal. It was primarily Italian so lots of pasta and or pizzas, we went for a pizza called three pigs.

 

Adult hospital vs children's hospital.

 I was surprised by the difference in the two hospitals. We visited Jordan today and as it closer to home and possibly a bit difficult to get to by public transport we drove. That was probably a mistake as we couldnt find where to park, saw several staff parking areas but no public parking. We had not been there before and didnt know exactly where he was and how to get there. Jordan had sent a screen shot of where he was and we ended up parking in the streets and walked, keeping in contact with Jordan. He told us that he would come and meet us, which he did and then walked us back to his area and room showing us on the way where we could have parked. We had seen the road but as it said hospital service road we turned the other way.

Jordan able to leave his room and walk out. Aidan cannot go out of his room.

We followed Jordan through the hospital and back to his room, no check ins, no temp checks. Children's hospital, security check in and temp taken, on his floor, another check in before doors unlocked to access.

Jordan can have two visitors at a time, between 10am and 8pm. Aidan could only had two visitors total for the day.

Jordan doesn't have meal times, he orders what and when he likes. We took him in a foot long subway. Aidan has a choice of two meals each day but can order extras.  His meal is delivered to him  at the end of service if he doesn't have a visitor to get it for him, so sometimes cold. 

Jordan's room is quite small but he does have a nice view, he's on the ground floor and his bathroom was pretty big. Aidan has always had a big room probably suitable for two beds, no view although a window but on eighth floor. 

We visited with Jordan until it was time for him to go to gym and we took the shortcut back to the car, a ten minute walk.

The English Game

 We started watching this on Netflix awhile ago and just this week we finished the series. One episode was 45 minutes long, great to watch while having lunch and a break. It is about the start of football or soccer as we call it. 

Apparently it was dreamed up at the old English unis and when working classes wanted to play, it became a problem as the "old school tie" mentality came into play. 

It was good to see the haves and the have nots came together and some more than others worked together. 

Today we travelled a fair distance to see one of our grandsons play soccer. He plays goalie, loves it and is involved in three teams, a school team and two leagues. They didnt win today, losing by two goals, one was just above Declan's hands, he did touch it but it went past, the other one was a mistake by another player. Dec did fend off quite a few. 

The players have several uniforms, the dress to attend the games is track pants with a dress tshirt, then a training uniforms plus home and away shirts.