Walking in the woods this morning made me ask the reverse of the question “How many paths must a man walk down?”. (OK I know Dylan’s original was “How many roads must a man walk down?” but with the number of cars on the roads these days that strikes me as quite a dangerous pursuit.)
My question is “How many men (or women or children) must walk down a path?”. I often walk in some nearby woods on a Sunday morning along well-trodden paths without seeing anyone else. This morning I took a path that I hadn’t been down for some time and it was already being reclaimed by brambles although clearly (from the droppings) a deer had been down it not too long before me. Many of the paths are visible because they are bare and compacted soil although they do disappear in the autumn when they are briefly covered by leaves until they reappear after enough people have been down them or the wind has blown them away. Does it take one person a day walking down them to keep them clear or does it take ten or is the answer indeed blowing in the wind?
I recently had this pop up on my screen:
What an offer – should I turn it on? No way. Continue reading “Big brother is helping you”
San Diego Dan has been investigating the Facebook Prostate Cancer support group. One comment he made was “one person spoke of how her husband was sleeping upwards of 20 hours per day.” which would make you an insomniac if you were a koala but is not so good for homo sapiens. But that set me to thinking about how having prostate cancer can affect those around you (or me) – the ‘spectators’. They have to put up with my irritability, lethargy, concerns and a host of other things with no thought of thanks. I am grateful for their support whether it is just a ‘like’ on this blog, the invitation round for tea, a visit or more. Continue reading “Spare a thought for the ‘spectators’”
I would normally delete an out of focus or pixellated photograph like this one but I am sharing it because of the story behind it.
This is what anyone driving past Stoke Mandeville Hospital at about half past midnight last Sunday morning would have seen. About 500 ladies in pink tee-shirts most of them with flashing bunny ears on their heads. Continue reading “Watch out for flashing bunny ears”
I had got to the supermarket 3 minutes before it closed last night to get in a stock of soft drink (quite a few cans, someway north of 200!) and fill the boot so that I could drive over to Dadford (appropriate name) first thing today. The stocks at #1 son’s catering venture needed replenishing. Home. Mowed the lawn. Lunch then over to Hazlemere before heading back to Dadford to collect a few items and finally on to #2 son’s after five hours on the road where he said “Happy Father’s Day” and gave me a card which read “DAD today is your day so sit back, relax . . . and enjoy!“. It was a nice card but “You’re taking the mickey” I said. Then home and unloaded the car and had a nap before it was time to wake up and go to bed. Perhaps next year will be different.
I saw my oncologist this week and it is “steady as she goes”. My latest PSA is 0.21 marginally up from the last reading of 0.15 but still crawling along the bottom of the graph. (I won’t talk percentages – it’s a 40% increase, which sounds more scary than a 0.06 increase).
Apparently this week is Volunteers Week so I thought I would share with you a piece written by a relative in Canada. He started by asking the question “Why do people volunteer?”. Continue reading “Steady as she volunteers”
Over this weekend most British Airway’s flights were cancelled because of an IT problem. A couple of weeks ago part of the NHS was paralysed because of ransomware infecting their IT systems. It all goes to show how reliant we have become on something that wasn’t even a subject when I was at school. You probably have more computing power in your mobile phone than the Apollo astronauts had when then journeyed to the moon (and back). Continue reading “Some musings on IT (I.T. not ‘it’)”