Down in the Dumps...

I ATEN'T DED

eoforyth — Sun, 11 Jun 2023 14:03:02 GMT

Well, not technically,but I'm getting there. It took nearly half an hour to type this (time inserted after). It seems my laptop isn't doing much better than me, either.

Kugs and good wishes to them thats wants 'em *<i>damn, that putr the timing out...*

WTF?!

eoforyth — Thu, 19 May 2022 09:58:18 GMT

I have just this second put the phone down after a sales/spam type call.

Me:answers phone

Caller: light static, strange noise,strangled plip

Me: Umm, hello?

Caller:(forcefully, in English but with a strong Indian subcontinent* type accent) Can I speak to Brian?

Me:I'm afraid he isn't in

Caller: Irrelevent!! click, dead air

😏 I wonder how his day has been so far!? Been one of the odder calls of this sort lately (generally very brief, or asking about renewing the service cover on a washing machine of a type we have never had or asking for household details for a dubious offer, so they can sell them on) and obviously a call centre out of this country.

But this is Irrelevent!! 😺

Just a note about B

eoforyth — Tue, 12 Apr 2022 15:30:40 GMT

After all this time, and with the fairly recent run of disapointments behind us, Orthopedics at Southampton Hospital phoned today to confirm a date for B's hip replacement.

Not much more than that for now, B says it was just a call to give him the date that (hopefully) he will finally be admitted, some questions about his health, and advice for what hw needs to do between then and now. I'm particularly hopeful, as it sounded more like his consultant's secretary rather than the ward. The difference being that the ward simply works from the waiting list (which is what happened before) while the secretary works directly with the surgeon.

The date is in early June, so we will keep our fingers crossed he gets no huge blisters or even ulcers between now and then. He has had a backpack ready packed for months now, and there will need to be just a few things added closer to the date, and I think he wants to buy a new pair of crocs for post-operative wear, if he can find a pair he likes.

No kidding, it will be a big job; since it has been so long coming the replacement is now the hip and a good chunk of femur, as the bone became necrotic and wore away. The 8/9 strips that were screwed into his pelvis to piece it back together are also needing to be removed, so that will be done at the same time. Hopefully there will be a consultation a bit closer to the event so we will know more (read: drag the info out of B piecemeal over several days sigh)

We'll let everyone know when we have any more news, and please pass it on to people on his flist that aren't on mine. Keep him (and the rest of us) in your thoughts, please.

My daughter keeps laughing at me?!

eoforyth — Fri, 11 Mar 2022 17:31:48 GMT

Crosspasted from DW :p

I have no illusions about my looks, less so since various health issues and growing age have left their marks, but I was put off when I kept looking up to catch her with a hidden smile as she looked at me.

P has been back in the house a surprising amount of late, considering she is paying rent to share a house with two other friends (students, but at different unis), and there are a number of things she is noticing about us after a while away. I looked over my glasses at her.

'What?' I asked.

'Doesn't that thing bother you,' she replied, indicating my glasses.

'No, not at all,' was the answer.

I really need to find out somewhere to get my eyes tested properly, but my eyesight (or lack thereof) can change quite drastically and, as a result, I was able to rectify things until quite recently by using over-the-counter 'reading' glasses. It was/is supposed to be a stop gap. The thing is, each of these are marked as to magnification by a little sticker, usually on the top corner of the left lens.

As I'm blind in the left eye the sticker is not only invisible to me in wear but useful if I'm looking for a particular strength (I have several, they are cheap), so I tend to not bother removing them. I only use them around the house. Apparently, this tickles P.

I wonder what her reaction would be to seeing me with the magnifiers that stick away from my face on an arm/stem from a head set, made for close work on crafts?

PS:If anyone is looking/interested that hasn't found me already, I'm eoforyth on DreamWidth too :)

eoforyth — Wed, 16 Feb 2022 11:33:02 GMT

Cut&Paste from DW, because they (probably LJ) are playing silly buggers >:[

I'd promised myself I'd try harder to communicate with the outside world a little more, stop worrying about how commonplace and/or whiney I'm coming across in an effort to connect in some way, cos it hasn't been making things any easier for me. Sure, I'd be exposing just how unproductive, frustrated with a dose of anxiety and generally banal I am, but it just might be better than sitting in the corner of a room and staring blankly at all the things I'd wanted to be doing but had to put on hold for whatever reason.

I know I'm not the one who is completely at fault for this, but I am the one who has allowed complacency, situations and other people's needs/desires/not giving a f**k to to highjack most of the things that gave life flavour, without really adding anything. Poor mobility followed by the effects of the brain tumour then the MS have really not done me any favours, either.

Enough excuses.

So my latest plan is to expose my soft and often scabby underbelly from time to time, in the hopes that it will help me excise some of the nasty stuff that is clogging my brain and allow me to shake some of it off and work my way around it. I know I'll never be rid of it, but unless I manage to do something it just allows it to keep building up.

If that hasn't caused you to unfriend me yet, I'll try and make it worth someone's while from time to time *wibbly smile*

In a somewhat related matter, I've discovered that I can copy/paste my own ficlets from the archive I'd been having problems with, even if I can't edit or anything. I'm going to try and transfer these into a file and maybe put a few more of them on AO3 at somepoint. I'll maybe making a few minor edits as I go, but a few things need a bit more of a going over before I'd be happy letting them loose, and there is one that I am going to be rewriting. I'm also considering going through my entries on LJ's GS100 and posting a few more to archive, or even compiling a few that coincidentally form a sort of arc.

None of this is new content, of course, but I'm hoping to spark something with it :}

Start as you mean to go on

eoforyth — Mon, 20 Dec 2021 12:37:34 GMT

I've been meaning to get back into some kind of crochet - either traditional or Tunisian - for a while now, but never seem to get far. I have recently relocated my set of Tunisian hooks (don't ask), and have a set of wooden crochet hooks plus some odd metal ones and the tiny steels (I think they are called?). I've always got on better with crochet than with knitting on the times I can be bothered, so it seems like a good idea. Keep my fingers and mind a bit more active, that sort of thing.

Now, money is tight, especially as the savings I managed to scrimp together for the kids are going to be wiped out sometime in the coming year, so I want to use up some of the odds and sods I have stuffed into all sorts of corners and the like. In particular, I have some cones of yarn I have picked up from both a charity shop and, more recently, from the scrapstore I joined, and I would like to use up some of these if possible. (see comment)

The problem is that these are mainly unusual weights - very fine - and I know that this can be multiplied (or even multi plyed!) by drawing a length out and folding it back on itself, usually in three. I've tried a test of this on a few of the cones (some work better than others) but I'm a bit unsure about this method in the long run as I am finding it a bit messy when I reach a 'join'. Niggling at the back of my mind is the idea that there is an improvement to this method that was mentioned and demonstrated by Aunty_Marion at a dim and distant SWiGGLe. If this is right, and someone can help, I'd be obliged if you can clue me in :)

Please don't expect anything of this in the near future. I'm mainly getting back into practice and trying out a few new stitches at present. Crochet is the obvious choice, as not only have my fingers stiffened (mainly lack of use) but I'm less likely to have problems if/when my hands spasm and I drop the work, pull out the pin or yank on the yarn, plus I find it easier to figure out where I was if I have to give up mid row due to the above or simple fatigue.

Little steps.

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A bit of a shake up

eoforyth — Sun, 19 Dec 2021 13:41:24 GMT

I had a phone call yesterday to say a lady, who had helped me and mine when we were at a low place and continued to think of the kids in particular following that, had unexpectedly been lost.

I'll start out by saying how genuinely sorry I was to hear this, and I'll reiterated my condolences to her entire family, and hope they get resolution soon (((hugs Jane & family)))

This comes at a time when I have been bemoaning the way my life has bombed, that I have lost contact with just about everyone I care about and/or enjoyed the company of, and no longer attend the events and places that I met with them and other like minds in person or online. This (in part) has contributed to my disengagement from just about everything, and circumstance have been hardly positive for things to improve.

I'm still alive, though, and I think it is time I considered examples like this dear and lovely lady to make a concious effort to try and sort out something in what is left of my lifetime.

So, even as disengaged and disconnected as I am, with the lack of mobility and fading functuality both physically and mentally, I'm going to try just a little harder to reach out. Feel free to reach back - or not, yunno, no pressure.

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I have an earworm...

eoforyth — Sun, 28 Nov 2021 01:23:20 GMT

...I hope to lose it by next Thursday.

From The Sound of Music. It isn't even a healthy snatch of the song in question! 'I am 16, going on 17 ...' followed by a bit of tune. Can't think where I picked it up from.

Apropose of nothing, my youngest, John, turns 17 this coming Wednesday.

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Quiet but pleasant.

eoforyth — Mon, 22 Nov 2021 03:47:34 GMT

My birthday was nice enough, when you consider I can't presently get out of bed without a lot of effort/pain so I never went out or anything. All three of my kids were home here (it being a Saturday) but P has actually been here for most of the week as she came over for some reason and by the end of the evening she felt 'odd', enough so not to drive back to her accommodation in the dark. She only felt well enough on the evening of my birthday, but I've had her company more than expcted.

Presents. I got real presents! Not that I don't normally, but J in particular had only a small income so would get me something small I can appreciate. This year I was obviously in need of a bit of TLC, plus there had been a few things I'd mentioned I would probably like to get for myself.

B had noticed some of my comments about mead, and how it has been many a year since I've had any, and I didn't think I could get any locally. As a result, he mail ordered three bottles from the Lyme Bay Winery, something we'd tried a good few years back at the wine shop at Lulworth Cove. Unadulterated by spirits, a truly traditional mead that is pure honey. I had a capful to try after lunch, and about a sherry glass worth with dinner (that was pushing it, considering meds - the three bottles will last for who knows how long).

P had bought me this incredibally soft and floofy top to wear, considering how much the temperature effects me now. Kids were amused to catch me burying my face in it from time to time.

C bought me a book I'd been interested in and never got around to ordering for myself, Locked In Time: Animal Behavior Unearthed in 50 Extraordinary Fossils by Dean R. Lomax (Ills Bob Nicholls). From his own teenage investigation into evidence of a horseshoe crab's death to many reports and observations of other fossil remains from across the world, it looks to be very interesting, I'm wondering if it will need to be read in its entirity or if it can be dipped into :)

We had decided on ordering a takeaway to save the infirm among us having to prepare food, and the girls also picked up a cake from the supermarket when they went out to pick up the order, so we all ended up pleasanly stuffed. I eventually found myself a good spot to settle into in the bed and called it a night.

I miss having friends about, but I can't deny I would have found it difficult to cope with more than a card, message or phone call this year, so I was content with B and all three kids :)

Love and hugs to all that want them/read this!

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I may have received... some kind of death threat?!

eoforyth — Thu, 11 Nov 2021 23:39:18 GMT

Missed a phone call this morning, It appeared to have originated from a London landline number, but that means nothing as they sell such things to businesses who aren't even in the country these days. B took the dead air/checked number, but expected it was another of the sales calls we have had a rash of.

There was another call this afternoon, which rang off again by the time C and I had located the handset. Seemed to be the same number, so I wondered if it was, say, one of our friends who still lives there, and hit the redial option. After a couple of strangled rings a recording of a perky sounding male USAsian started. There was no greeting, personal or business name. Instead I received the following message:

"Hi! Dial '1' to delete yourself, '2' to speak to our executive."

Now, I know not to dial anything, but...

Delete myself? Not 'remove [my] details from their dialling list', but to delete myself!?!?!?

Should I be worried?

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Spitting feathers

eoforyth — Tue, 02 Nov 2021 08:02:51 GMT

Here in the UK the clocks went back over the weekend.

Obviously the call centre in, I suspect, India or close proximity didn't take note of this fact, so when my phone rang at 7.48 am I assumed it was some kind of emergency.

'Mark' was given a short, sharp reply to his enquiry as to how my morning was - if I'd realised just how early it was, I'd have been less short and even more sharp >:[

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Please spare all your good thoughts and crossed whatnots....

eoforyth — Thu, 30 Sep 2021 20:22:28 GMT

Things have been getting very low here, woes that have seen our health diminishing as things slowly grind onwards with no end in sight

BUT

Brian received a call this morning from Orthopedics. Nothing is confirmed, but it looks like there has been a cancellation on the scheduled list and, if so, B was asked if he was interested/able to take it at short notice...

Confirmation will be tomorrow (Friday). If this goes forward, we will need to 'shield' from Sunday ready for surgery on Wednesday next week. Next week!!!

I won't lie, B really needs to get this sorted - he isn't just arthritic, his thigh bone is necrotic and wearing away (he's lost a couple of inches of leg length IIRC). His pain is difficult to control, and he gets little sleep. So if you can spare him you good wishes, blessings, hugs and prayers from Wednsday on we'd be thankful!

There is a lot to be done to ready the house for when he comes home postoperatively, but I'd be dancing 'round the room right now if I could :)

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Just a note...

eoforyth — Sun, 05 Sep 2021 00:33:02 GMT

... to say I'm still alive, if not exactly kicking.

Sincere apologies to the roughly half dozen people that still respond to the few and far between posts and comments I make, or who still give me access to theirs, despite this lack. I am very boring, and often not as supportive online as I feel in reality.

I doubt things will improve, but I'd like to acknowledge you anyway.

Hugs to them that wants 'em (social distance disclaimer: These are V hugs, the closest I am to any of you physically is around 6o miles, and I have no transport. Plus I only leave the house once a month, have no local contacts and have had both of my shots - you're safe)

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A nice day out; also help with fabric care/repair ideas.

eoforyth — Fri, 30 Jul 2021 19:34:43 GMT

Last Sunday, in an event that is a rare positive rather than negative or simply banal happening in my life, I twisted the girls' arms to taking me out to the Southampton Scrapstore, which was open to all for the day (fabrics only, a clearance event). I've been interested in joining for a while but haven't had transport/a driver until now, so it seemed like a good time to see part of the operation.

I bought the end of a roll of upholstery/curtain type fabric and a couple of cut lengths in lighter cottons, C bought a couple of 'cushion cover' kits they'd created as well as at least one cut'n'baggged piece, and we dragged P out of the car to look at one piece... which could have been a mistake (and why P was hiding out in the first place) as she picked up a large piece of plush fur she will use to line a cosplay coat, plus a smaller piece more like a faux lambskin, and a couple of other pieces that appealed.

Having made our purchases we made to reenter the marked out lanes they'd made to help with social distancing, and the challenge they'd set up! Smart really, you have to walk through the stuff for sale and the till area (the sale is outside, the main store closed off except the till) before you could get to the Free Stuff on the way out. This included bags of mixed fabric offcuts and fragments, stubby rolls of upholstory samples that would have been made into books, except they hadn't, plus some other random odds and ends like thin foam sheets and 2021 desk calendars. There were also large sofa cushion covers from Ikea (seconds or discontinued?) and a large box of mixed yarn cones.

I was worried about being seen as greedy as I tried to decide between the four 'dolly' bags I'd picked up from the table of them, but the guy in charge started digging into a cardboard drum at the end and showering us with many more to choose from in search for the kinds of fabric/colours we looked for. I ended up with 7 (I think), C had 5 and P at least 4. What with the 4 Ikea covers I took (projects earmarked) and three cones there was just enough room to load in the three of us and the electric wheelchair with it all, and as P is now living not very far from there with a couple of friends she could unload her bits before fetching me home so we had some elbow room.

And now for the help. From my bags, which are an assortment of fabrics ranging from slightly larger than fat quarters through to trimmings/sample pieces and new to reclaimed/'vintage'from unwanted stash, there three nice pieces of a magenta satin that someone started to do something with but didn't follow through with. Around each edge there is discoloured masking/painters tape that is so old it has stuck itself firmly to the fabric. The paperlike tape if fragile enough to crumble or tear away in tiny strips and leave behing a sticky residue. It isn't even in long strips - each piece is roughly one to one and a half inches long and stuck piecemeal.

B had wondered if it had been used to mark a seam line 'cut tape down middle' like you sometimes saw on paper modelling instructions, but the smaller piece has each piece at an angle to the edge all the way round.

I tried peeling, then dabbing each piece with 100% alcohol, then with hand sanitiser gel so it didn't dry so soon, with only partial success - if you peel it when wet you get most of it to lift slowly, but then it is the same (I was hoping it would break down the glue, but no luck. I don't really want to stick it in the washing machine, because it would be like leaving several tissues in a packet and I still can't even be sure it would work.

Any other ideas?

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Happy Birthday, Nocturnus33!

eoforyth — Tue, 20 Jul 2021 20:33:41 GMT

Here's hoping this day will be good to you, and you get to celebrate with loved ones (and maybe a glass of wine or two). You deserve it :)

WTF? I have no idea what is going on locally... [edit:storm in a teacup]

eoforyth — Wed, 30 Jun 2021 06:55:07 GMT

I don't get out of the house much (though C is hoping to take me out shopping in Southampton today!) so I don't know what is going on with people, but I don't like what I'm hearing.

B has just read me the report of the reopening of the local post office after having to close temporarily due to threats to and verbal abuse of the staff which has left them feeling unsafe, as well as witch hunts against them and the postmaster on social media!

I have no idea of what is going on here :(

ETA: I've now had a bit of a poke around the interwebs, and read a slightly fuller report including the message put in the PO window and a review left on a review site.

Essentially, this was reported because the High Street Post Office was closed unannounced on Saturday (and the following Monday), with a long note in the window citing the supposed verbal abuse and using the term 'witch hunt' about online activity that has distressed staff. There was notice given that the shop and PO counter was covered by CCTV with audio, and they would now be operating a zero tolerance policy and passing recordings to the relevant authorities in future.

The reporter spoke to 'disgruntled' customers outside, including one who had arranged to pick up a parcel on the day and a postman who hadn't been informed of the closure (if they have items that need signatures etc and there is no answer, they leave a note that it can be picked up at the local PO a few hours later and drop the items in rather than take them to the main sorting office). The PO itself has implied that they didn't know about any of this beforehand, and are now 'working with' the postmaster to get to the bottom of things .

I'm not signed into facebook or anything, and they don't show up on searches, but there was one thing from a review site that said [the reviewer] had always found the post office to polite and friendly - until 'that man' arrived behind the counter. He was rude and unfriendly, and when he was about the other staff were too, although they were much better when he wasn't about.

So it all looks to be a bit of a storm in a teacup. I hope it can be sorted out - by the sound of it, someone may have been throwing their weight around a bit, and certainly not doing things by the book, even if there was some truth to the allegations. With times like they are, I hope it doesn't lead to the closing of the PO counter.

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Colour me Boggled! Professor Snape is living and breathing - for real!

eoforyth — Wed, 28 Apr 2021 23:10:53 GMT

Catherine has just burst into my room at nigh on midnight with the news that Professor Snape is trending on Twitter. But not exactly our esteemed professor.

Probably 😉

What Prof Snape is upto these days/a>

I loved the slightly tongue in cheek tweet from Oxford University itself :D

I should imagine this poor guy has gone through so much stick, hanging on until the fuss about his namesake dies down... yeah, good luck with that!

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Every little helps...

eoforyth — Wed, 21 Apr 2021 23:45:27 GMT

Lately I've been enjoying the YouTube content of The Welsh Viking. He is, amongst other thngs, a reenactor and researcher of the day-to-day Viking life and more. He is also the sort of enthusiastic nutter that I really used to enjoy mixing with in RL (and really miss *sniffle*), and has some amazingly mobile eyebrows!

Jimmy is also intending to run a 5k Viking March for Equality in full Viking armour on the 9th of May, and any funds raised through Just Giving are going to Stonewall. Details here . He is getting close to the £2000 he is hoping to raise.

I know I have a dwindling and dying flist, but I suppose I can still do my little bit to spread this. And you don't know, you can even learn a Welsh phrase or two!

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LiveJournal is 22 today!

eoforyth — Fri, 16 Apr 2021 02:46:13 GMT

Domain LiveJournal.com was registered on April 15, 1999. The same year, the cult movie "The Matrix" was released, the 6 billionth inhabitant of the Earth was born in the city of Sarajevo, and Britney Spears' debut single Baby One More Time topped the world charts.
On April 15, 2021 LiveJournal turns 22 years old! LiveJournal celebrates its birthday and gives you a card with a bright event that happened the year you started your blog!

What happened in your life the year you started your blog?

Is anyone reading The Petulant Poetess archive?

eoforyth — Tue, 30 Mar 2021 00:43:52 GMT

I think there is a Facebook page or something I should look for, but after the long delay between the site going down and being made ready for relaunch I was looking forward to having access again, but I am having problems. Is it just me?

I know some had problems with TPP, as did I at times, but it was a readable HPfanfic/Ofic archive that was easy to search and had reasonable access, and the first that I felt comfortable uploading fic to on a semi-regular basis when I was writing, and I was hoping for good things when it came back (not least because some of my ficlets were only posted there or on the hard drives of now-dead computers, and I'd been planning to duplicate a few onto AO3 riiiigght before the original site went down).

Now all I get is an entry page with no real welcome to draw me in, and in trying to use the search facilities to access the archive I have found huge fonts that only allow 6 letters before breaking onto the next line. and when trying to get to my own profile despite this, the html coding is visible throughout. I gave up on the idea of access, even to add the short additions I'd recovered to stories on there.

If anyone can point me to an explaination or, better yet, a fix, I'd be very happy 😍

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Tomorrow...

eoforyth — Mon, 11 Jan 2021 20:30:55 GMT

I shall be atempting to hot wire my wheelchair, with the questionable assistance of my daughters

Probably better not to ask :p
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WTF!?!?!

eoforyth — Thu, 07 Jan 2021 15:34:33 GMT

To my friends in the US - keep safe, and keep hoping and working for Law, Order, Democracy and a decent social consciousness to prevail 💞

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eoforyth, The World of Blogs Lies All Before You

eoforyth — Sun, 03 Jan 2021 13:31:32 GMT

You can get card with your statistics here!

*sigh* Is there any point in my being here? Relly?

So, my life is one long list of problems I either don't have the strength to correct or are incurable. I really don't/can't do much of anything, and my social life is nonexistent; I have little of note worth posting most of the time, and when I do the internet is invariably down...

But

After getting to the stage where I was lucky to get 30 seconds of connection to stick if I had any connection at all, meaning I missed several deadlines in December, an engineer finally managed to do something to fix the problem (sort of) on Christmas Eve! I am not going into the reasons here as to why there has been a huge cock up in regards to this (ooah, Missus!), but I suppose my New Year resolutions/projects going forward will definitely include making more of an effort, even if I am basically talking to myself.

All the best to any and all who have stuck with this/me, I truly appreciate it!

Sooooo tired.....

eoforyth — Sun, 13 Dec 2020 21:23:26 GMT

What is it with pain, that it either makes it so uncomfortable you can't get any real sleep, or it knocks you out cold, right where you are? Either way, you never feel rested.

Ho hum, P's uni has been shut down for Christmas since Friday, so she will be about at home more. She has been here all weekend as it was C's birthday on Saturday, and I shall make shameless use of her presence on Monday to get the car warmed up and take me out to sort a few things - disposal of a big bag of garden waste and an old TV, getting (hopefully) the overpayment refunded to me at B&Q, and on to pick up some fuel and (equally hopefully) spend some time looking in a charity shop or two. This last is dependant on P being able to push me in the manual wheelchair, as the powered one doesn't fit :(

So, as busy day or two ahead, where I will need to participate in needed jobs (read: oversee) so they can get done before Christmas.

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wiggles finger in ear

eoforyth — Mon, 09 Nov 2020 20:02:41 GMT

As a background detail, I have some hearing loss, mainly from tinnitus.

So, B came back from clinic this afternoon, and found I'd managed to mess something up, which he needed to fix. So C yelled something at me, which I misheard, and left all three of us confused for a minute (I was in the bedroom, C in the living room, B in either the kitchen or bathroom)

C: (I hear) Do you have any jaffa cakes in there?

Me: I... (looks around) No, I don't even know if we have any. Why?

C: Dad needs to wrap something up.

Me: ??? Wha?

C: He needs some gaffer tape. Where is it?

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