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I took Kath to hospital today as she is having a biopsy on one of the gliomas in her brain. Sometimes the consultant spoke about performing it on the right side of the brain; next thing he is saying the left side. Let us hope he makes his mind up before operating tomorrow. Meanwhile the scars from the removal of her adrenal gland tumour are healing nicely. As the wound was joined together with superglue rather than stitches there has been reduced discomfort in that area. Trying to stay positive here.

Stay safe all.

We live in a rural area and although we see plenty of birds in the garden only house sparrows nest here, in the eaves. They are not really a problem apart from scratching and chicks chirping in the eaves above the bedroom.We are used to it though. A note of caution regarding starlings. Last year a pair nested in the eaves above the back porch and evidently had never heard the old adage about not doing it on your own doorstep. What a mess they made! I had left it too late to block the eaves opening where they nested, in fairness one cannot block the entrance when there may be chicks inside. As soon as they had flown the nest I blocked it off though; no chance of a second brood there and they have not returned this year. 

On one day we saw Great Tits, Blue Tits, Long Tailed Tits, and Coal Tits in the garden, never at the same time though. I thought a pair of Wrens were starting to nest but they abandoned it after a visit from a neighbour's cat. 

Stay safe all.

I just watched the bin men/persons collecting our rubbish. We have a plastic tub for glass and tins, a large polypropylene bag for paper and cardboard, and another bag for plastic bottles etc. The operator emptied the glass and tins into the same half of the bin lorry as the plastic bottles. Left me wondering why we separate them in the first place. 

I read that the Telegraph has said that Carlisle is the worst city in England. How can that be true? We have two Wetherspoons.

With regard to job interviews; Through my working career I had sixteen jobs and thirteen redundancies, which may seem unlucky but most were contract work with a finish date advised even before I started. The sixteen successful interviews showed I did at least have the know how to get through the selection process. I had one interview with a personnel manager who lit a cigarette and put it in his ear; burning end outwards of course. After he told me I had got the job he showed me some of the applications he had sifted out. One was written on an envelope that had been opened out to form a rectangle, others appeared to have been torn out of school note books. The sad thing was those applicants may have been better craftsmen than me, they just let themselves down by not having the basic knowledge of how to get to the interview stage. 

The worst interview I had was for a job in Kendal. I arrived in good time but was kept waiting for the chief engineer to appear. When he did he walked in the room and without sitting at the table asked me how long it had taken me to get to the factory from Lancaster. I replied twenty five minutes. He replied, "That's no good I want somebody who can get here in ten minutes". With that he walked out. End of interview. Sometimes you may think you lost out but in reality you dodged a bullet.

Brought Kath home this afternoon, hopefully that is it until her next appointment in four weeks time. She can now sleep peacefully with only my telly watching to bother her. However, she quickly sorted that one. 

Mention of the efficacy of capital punishment reminds me of something written by Jonathan Swift after he witnessed a hanging at Newgate. There was, as usual, a big crowd to watch the proceedings; several condemned prisoners meeting their end, the main attraction being a notorious pickpocket. Whilst the executions were being carried out Swift was watching other pickpockets operating in the crowd. Not much of a deterrent then, you may think. But this was a time when there were over a hundred crimes which carried the death penalty, some of them what we would consider paltry these days. 

I would also like to add my views on the NHS but not at the present time. Kath still in hospital with a diagnosis of excess fluid on the brain. More scans today and no surprise that her blood pressure is rising again. She is now in a room with five other patients; some whom like to live their lives surrounded by noise. Tellies on from seven am with no use of headphones so the sound shared with every other patient. Oh for single rooms for all! At least the NHS seems to have finally moved on from mixed gender rooms.

We all want to avoid going in so stay safe all. 

Yesterday I went to bring Kath home after her operation. We were in the "departure lounge" waiting for her medication to be delivered from the pharmacists when she suffered a small TIA. Luckily a smart nurse was present who recognised it right away and called a doctor in. A ct scan quickly followed. Longer story but the upshot was that Kath has to remain in hospital for further tests. Really fortunate that it happened in hospital and not in the car on the way home. There have been several of these what they called small TIAs but never in a place where there is someone with medical knowledge to witness it. There is a lot more to this story but I won't bore you with it.

Stay safe all.

Kath had her operation yesterday but I have not been able to talk to her yet. She is still in intensive care but sitting in a chair and has managed a short walk. I phoned at 9:30 this morning and spoke to the ward sister and she said they are pleased with her progress. I will know they are confident Kath will make a good recovery when she is moved into a normal ward. Perhaps things are looking up at last.