I’m sat here this evening momentarily glancing at the TV on the wall that tries to convey the brilliance of the box by way of the National TV Awards, slugging on my new electronic cigarette, mulling over the events of today.  Am I the only one that thinks Harry Potter looks like a drug addict?  Anyway, I digress….

Of course, as most other parents/carers, I was up early to suffer the post-dawn assault of teenage tantrums.  Everything ranging from sickly sweet seduction to intimidating threats panning out to an attempt of reverse psychology-cum-guilt trip at how I could be incarcerated for not ensuring she attended school.  And all that was just my feeble attempt at coaxing her out of bed!

Funny thing is, it’s the same bloody scenario every day!  What’s that all about? LOL.

By 8.15am we were best friends again and enjoyed the short trip to school.

Upon returning I affixed a couple of hooks in her cabin for her coat and bathrobe.  Before I knew it Bryan (Myram Carpentry) arrived to fit my commissioned bulkhead cabinets.  Two in my bed area (I can’t call it a cabin or room LOL), one in Lottie’s cabin and two in the shower room.

Whilst he was pottering about I took the opportunity to contact my private health insurer (my old job!) as they’d adorned me with 6 months post-redundancy cover and because my hand keeps going numb, my shoulder ‘clonks’ and my neck grinds (see photo) why not bloody well USE IT!

I laughed when the girl on the phone started to teach me how to suck eggs.  I’d been doing her job for 11 years; I know how it goes

So, I’d chosen osteopathy in agreement with my new GP (it was her that used the clunky adjective!).  The osteopath didn’t manipulate me.  She just laid her hands on me, under me, over me and round me.  I eventually asked “just what will I expect to get out of this?’  She offered that although it felt as though nothing was being done my body was doing all the work.  She’d diagnosed a trapped nerve and blood vessel leaving my cervical spine.  I thought QUACK!

Guess what though?  My hand hasn’t gone numb at all since my session!  Placebo?  Maybe… who cares… I don’t hurt so that’s the main thing.

I’m so pleased with the additional storage Bryan’s created.  Not too big but certainly roomy enough inside to take the menagerie of cosmetics and such like that have been stored in a big box in the shower-room thus far.

Half of one of my cabin cupboards has been filled with my over-zealous collection of perfumes

He’s back tomorrow to complete the shower-room cupboards and I’ve commissioned a further two!  An open bookshelf in Lottie’s room and a small cabinet under our TV to store our laptops and chargers etc.

Anyway, I’m back to sucking on my electronic cigarette!  At least I don’t stink of fag-buts! That’s always a bonus.  Thought it was about time I tried to kick ‘the habit’ of what has really been a life-time for me.  Since the age of 5 in fact!  Therefore, I ain’t going cold turkey dude!  I’m going nicotine replacement

If you’re now thinking about an electronic cigarette I warn you this… the initial cost is quite high!  You can’t nip out to the all night garage to buy supplies!  Therefore, an armoury is needed.  I paid around £140 that included everything you need plus additional cartridges and top-up liquid.  Still, that lot should last me around 3-5 months!

Catch you all later… I’ll be talking about bilge water alarms hopefully.

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