I have tried to avoid the “What if?” questions but with my subterranean platelets it was perhaps wise to ask ‘what if I was in an RTA or otherwise had to be tended by the emergency services and was incapacitated so unable to warn them of my condition?’. After all bleeding to death is not on my bucket list. Actually nothing has got on to my bucket list although I did have a mental list of things I was going to do when I retired. Can’t remember everything that was on it but we did get round to tidying out the garage a couple of months ago. It was looking good until a load of toys and urns got exiled there. Continue reading “What if . . . .?”
What comes next in this series 11, 10, 22, 44, 44, 30? I have no idea but will find out in due course. In the meantime the number that interested me last week was 42650. Pretty meaningless of course until you put it into an excel spreadsheet and reformat it as a date. It then comes out as 7-10-2016 or in the shorter format as 7-10 (or 10-7 if you are in North America. I have never understood the logic of the order ‘month day year’ rather than ‘day month year’ but I am sure there is a good reason probably going back to Columbus or the Pilgrim fathers). So in words the number is seventh of October two thousand and sixteen. Continue reading “Numbers 2”
Numbers – no I am not going to go all biblical on you, but it does seem at times that our lives are ruled by numbers. At one time it was numbers like 19 – the number of minutes it took me to walk to the station to catch the train to London ; or 2 – the number of the bus I would catch to get into town; or 63 which was the length (in feet) of the room in which John Roysse set up a school. For the town of Esperance 400 was an interesting number – a fine unpaid for 30 years. I shall explain.
A good post from journalist Victoria Scott. In case anyone should be confused by the headline I don’t have a sister but she does. As she says she and her sister have never spoken which does not mean that they can’t communicate.
My sister and I have never spoken.
That’s not because we had a huge falling out as toddlers, or because I find her objectionable.
Clare never learned to speak. Well, she did utter a few words as a baby, I’m told, but lost the ability to form them almost as soon as they’d arrived.
I was a toddler then, so I’m unable to recall the sound of her voice. I often wonder what she’d sound like, and what she’d say if she could. Would she have chastised my teenage dress sense or told me my first boyfriend was a loser? Probably (she’d have been right on both counts.)
Clare has Rett Syndrome. It’s a genetic, non-hereditary disorder which mostly affects girls. As well as not speaking, she can’t walk, feed herself, and has no use of her hands.
Although she’s 36…
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