Oldddudders

Ray - your video tells me that it is private. I am not worthy!

Condolences to Ian A. However remote the connection, no-one could fail to be distressed by the lady's early demise. I have already lived reasonably comfortably for twice as long as she was allowed. Tragic. A fun sort of day, really, with Alison here to add a bit of life. I do expect her to aid and abet Sherry in teasing me, and she seldom disappoints. I have taken the reins back (sorry) on feeding the horses, starting tomorrow, but she has been more than helpful since my op.

Certainly it would take a real man to survive all three being in his car at once. Respect!

Morning all Back home, and struggling to make up for several days' tea deficit. I was only offered 1 coffee per day, although that could be supplemented if I went to the cafe with Sherry. I think I drank something over 12 litres of bottled water in just over 4 days after the op. Good luck to Flavio today. Disgusting morning with high winds and a lot of rain. Alison continues to feed our horses for a day or two, so we offer coffee, as well as a few euros. She will have been putting eldest son Rowan on the skool bus to La Ferté Bernard at 7.15 when it was chucking it down. Hope midweek finds you coping.

Cap that, anyone? No, I thought not. Nor any other RMwebber, I bet. That sentence encapsulates all that justifies my belief that society should encourage women to pursue a chosen career. The sky is truly their limit, too. And nursey has just confirmed I may go home!

I think a working TPO apparatus was the first model trainborne operating accessory? Both Hornby Dublo and Tri-ang offered them eons ago, but the HD one was far more complicated, while the Tri-ang version was simple, mechanical, worked every time.

I do like lateral thinkers! Not sure that Mrs OD spends much time baking cakes, though. Perhaps time to learn!

Morning awl (as we now say, in honour of Our Lady of the Collies) I sense there is still an element of touch and go about my departure, and my bladder performance is still being measured and monitored. OTOH, I now have a room campanion, sadly male, but equally incensed that he gets here for 8 and has an op at 4, as I was. He lives 10 mins away! If all else fails, I think I can rely upon his help in knotting bedsheets to climb out of the third floor window! Tehachapi - one of the world's railway marvels, really - may, I believe, be slightly known to Debs. Nice to see some respected new faces on ERs, and layout heroes like Andrew P are always welcome to pop in. I did wind up Railsquid on another thread, so we may get a a Squidlet bulletin at some stage. Truth is that ERs has become a growth industry, and thus busy people may pale at the thought of reading every line of every deathless contribution. But the warmth and support here is second to none, surely, in the virtual world. I've enjoyed my share, certainly. And we truly have some stellar members, with Jock among the most amazing. More anon when/if the keys to the bars are in my hands!

Not the NHS, but still a state scheme. My surgeon has just been to see me - at 2015 - and confirmed I may leave tomorrow. There are issues for which remedies do not readily exist, but we will discuss those in the near future.

I must butt in to say how delighted I am that we have Jock live and alive and posting! As said above, the sunny day and now Jock on board makes the world that bit brighter. Grrrrreat!

Nothing much wrong with that stud. The Brighton was a tank-engine railway by and large, all the way up to Baltics on the heaviest main line trains. The I2 is interesting. And having had the SECR C Class and LSWR 700, might a C2x hove in sight in my lifetime?

Trains do become uncoupled - but it is very, very rare. I recall in the early '70s when the 15.29 Portsmouth Harbour/16.02 Bognor Regis to Victoria came apart while passing Cheam. It was formed of 3 4-car units, but came apart 7 & 5. Right in the heart of my Control Area, so I did not have a good evening!

Era, Paul, era. We need a pose with arm outstretched giving the 2-1.

Chap at my skool called Barry Ede. Didn't take classmates long to work out that B.Ede must be venerable! Sadly died a couple of years back.

Morning all I'm still in clink. Now that isn't hell, in all fairness, as I've had no room companion since Saturday morning, and I am fed and watered. But it is tedious, and recent scans are not likely to convince the surgeon that I should be allowed out into society. I just have no idea what else he can do! Hope to see him this morning at some stage. It looks like a nice day here. Hope your week goes well. More anon.

Torbay expect to replace Sherry's hip this year. What is sad is that in 2005 she had the other hip resurfaced, and has had no trouble with it in all those years. Resurfacing is no longer practised by the NHS after a number of such ops were less successful.

You and Ashcombe both.

I've worn something similar on an aeroplane. Does that count? The "laughing band" aka The Grin!

Or Wimpole as the minutes of an SR Officers' Inspection recorded it in 1984. Next to Pinhole!

Stockings are our generation, aren't they? Still quite a few grown-up ladies wear them, thank goodness. Less convinced about white stilettos, but I'd cope.

We did nearly move to Arkesden in 1989, but our house in Kent wouldn't sell fast enough.

ISTR in some parts of the railway ground signals are called Tommy Dodds.

In SOS territory, of course, they are called a Dummy.

Good!

Morning all A slight improvement on the scanning front this morning, but I'll keep details to a minimum to protect you all! Some chance of release today, I think. Really nice of my lovely new bride to publish the pic of our feline babies. On her first stay (totally illicit!) in what is now Chez Nous in 2005, Sherry saw them as very young kittens, not long parted from mum. Monsieur Le Grand Orange, aka Cooper, has always been a people-cat, and was much Deb's favourite, too. His grey brother, Chevron, has taken years to come out of his shell, but is now available for cuddles at times. Lola should have been born in Essex, not la Sarthe. She has very little between the ears, sadly, but is quite loving. She seldom settles anywhere for long, is very nervous. We have a sunny start, which means the cathedral is in shade from this side, and photography not easy, despite being on the third floor on a hillside. I'm also not confident about getting a pic down to RMweb size on the iPad. And the nearby rooftops are as unattractive as any outbuildings at a hospital. Might manage something later. Live input from Jock remains a fond hope here as well as for you all, I know. Fingers crossed. Other items are not quite ready for crossing yet. Off to take a shower now.