Archive for May, 2014

May 15, 2014

Shop local? I’m trying!

It’s Thursday and that’s the day of the week I realise I should have ordered groceries online. This morning it got me thinking…

I generally shop either in store or online at Waitrose but there are a few items I can only get at Asda and likewise Tesco and Morrisons. I was thinking it would be useful if there was somewhere all these stores were next door to each other so I could nip in and out of one the on to the next. This concept seemed familiar but I couldn’t quite think…oh yes…the High Street. Why doesn’t someone put all the shops we need in the High Street of each town?

Oh, they already tried that? I wish they’d tried harder. I wish councils hadn’t increased business rates to such crazy heights that retailers were excluded and estate agents, building societies, charity shops and insurance brokers took over.

I do try to shop locally but, and I know this is a vicious circle, because there is so little choice I go to the nearest city which means local shops don’t survive thus giving even less choice. Mind you, it doesn’t help that the smaller, local branches of national chains don’t carry the full stock, not even of their own brand (Superdrug, take note, I would have spent £85 if you’d had it on your shelves) or that the few independent stores have very little stock of anything.

I did think perhaps the answer was to do without the things I can’t get. I’m all for cooking with whatever produce is available locally but the quality is so poor. Last Christmas I determined to buy TB’s gifts locally…I would trawl every store, surely there would be something. I trawled, I huffed, I tutted. Pretty sure he wouldn’t have thought much of a 99p screw driver set. Luckily, Tesco stock Jim Beam so one of his gifts was a local purchase.

The town centre here is attractive and well laid out. A main street with a few streets leading off and a couple of small retail arcades. Parking is not too bad, I’ve known worse. So the town should be a delightful, busy place to shop.

I don’t know who is at fault. Did we all leap into our cars and park for free out of town at stores where we could get everything under one roof? Why, when we were able to get everything in one street? Anyway, we don’t all have the means to get out of town nor to order online. Pffft! I don’t know…


May 1, 2014

Big bad bully…

I’ve seen my gynaecologist. He sent me straight for a hysteroscopy and biopsy. The biopsy was fine and the hysteroscopy showed that one of my resident fibroids, whilst shrinking through estrogen starvation, still pretty much fills the uterus. My smear test showed some abnormal cells but no HPV is present. So, as I don’t have cervical nor uterine cancer (just let me say that again…I don’t have cervical nor uterine cancer…oh sweet jesus the relief is indescribable) it is likely that the big bully fibroid is the cause of the bleeding. I am to be monitored and if he continues to shrink he will be allowed to stay. If he does it again he will be served an eviction notice. So listen up bully…behave or you’re out!

Once again, I have nothing but praise for my treatment regarding this. The clinical nurse who performed the procedure (I think she is Nicky) was gentle, understanding and funny…and lord knows you need a bit of inappropriate humour when you’re in this position:


I guess what I want to say here is that no matter how big or small you think something is, don’t worry others will think it’s nothing. Not once was I told I was being silly or over cautious. I was never made to feel I was wasting anyone’s time. So if something is bothering you, get it checked. Oh and if you’re a cancer patient you’re allowed to get a little bolshy with the GP’s receptionist and they won’t you fob you off with “Can it wait for a couple of weeks, only the doctor’s fully booked.”

Right, I’m going to watch Ronnie do that magic thing he does with a stick and some balls.
Have a great day, everyone.