Well, where to start. I guess I will just type and see where it takes me.
Me and wor Nev
Yesterday I had an appointment over at the University Hospital North Durham and the inflammatory bowel disease clinic. This time around I got to see a doctor, my first time meeting anyone other than a nurse, and it's now been almost a year of having these God-awful symptoms. The doctor was very friendly, informative and reassuring which helped al lot in knowing what exactly the plan was moving forward.
You see I have been pretty ill with this ulcerative colitis, and since being diagnosed I am now on my third course of steroids, which aren't particularly good for me. The clinic as I think I have mentioned in a previous post had tried me out on some medications, however each time I have been reactive, and had awful side effects. Fingers crossed with some trial and error I can get on something that will keep the symptoms at bay, and also I will be okay on. If these next few treatments don't work, all of which contain mesalamine, well the next course of action is to try out an antibody drug, called Vedolizumab.
As soon as I read my hospital letter that I received yesterday and saw this drug. I just thought "Oh shit I don't want to go on that stuff, it ends in mab", and the last stuff I had to take for almost two years, "Rituximab" which was another antibody treatment for my non-Hodgkin’s made me feel ill This was no word of a lie for about 4 years. Never mind, no good stressing about the unknown. Now I am just very happy I have been able to get out on my bikes, reconnected with an old school friend, and that is Carl, and been out with my other buddies Lee and John. Cycling is such a huge part of my life, and it really does give me head space, whether it's out with friends or on some trail all on me Todd.
Now then what next? Well, I have now got in in my head that as it is taking me so long to manifest my dream home in Scotland and that illusive win on the lottery, mind you I did win the princely sum of £3.90 last week, that I would change tact. So now I am pining for a campervan. This moves me along to my next bit of this blog and something I just can't get excited about.
So, I have been saving
over the last few years. I mean I don't have a vast amount, as I only work part
time, plus I have reduced my hours at work, so now have even less. Anyways The
Ern decided we should really have a new bathroom fitted. Me, "Mmmmm, either
campervan or bathroom". Well, I decided to give in to Ern and I suppose it
is a more sensible decision and go halfies on a new bathroom. Omg! How dear is
a new bathroom? Saying which the company we have decided to go with has been
brilliant, even going as far as to inform us as soon as soon as we entered
their showroom that they could save both my dad and I a substantial amount of
wonga.
Now I don't know if you are aware of this, but if you are registered disabled,
or as I call myself "a professional cripple", you don't have to pay
VAT on certain things. No one ever told me this for instance when I bought new
cars in the past.
Anyhoo the campervan has had to be put on hold, as my savings have taken a bashing, however that hasn't stopped me looking. I even thought about either selling or trading both Lola and Grandma my respective cars, but that idea soon disappeared in a heartbeat. For the time being I am just going to pine, pine some more and do what I do best and daydream. Something I am very good at doing. I can just picture the scene now travelling about in my campervan, hopefully without the shits of course, as those porta potties aren't ideal. I can see myself up in Scotland, one of my favourite places. Ideally in my head of course I would be retired, and each day would be my own, with no real plans and let destiny take me wherever.
What next, well as if
I haven't enough guitars that I think, or hope I am getting somewhat better at
playing. I got my eye on yet another, which was on Facebook marketplace. The
guitar was a Washburn, a HG12s grand auditorium model. I did some research
about the model, and it sounded like a good bit of kit, so I decided to offer
the gentleman who had it for sale a very cheeky bid, the guitar being advertised
for £200, I offered £150. I wrote a polite message to the seller, informing him
he could tell me to "Bog off", however I was over the moon when he
replied and said words to the effect of "Go on then I will accept that
offer, as I am fed up of time waters". Sorted, we arranged a time for me
to go up and pay for and pick up the guitar.
Oh and what looks like a blemish in the images on the pick guard is the
original plastic protection that has not been removed. This is guitar has been
very well looked after and plays beautifully, obviously better in someone else
hands than mine LoL
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| Washburn HG12s grand auditorium |
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| Washburn HG12s grand auditorium |
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| Beautiful colours of the wood |
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| Cracking guitar |
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| Tuners on the Washburn |
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| Head stock Washburn HG12s |
Oh and what looks like a blemish in the images on the pick guard is the original plastic protection that has not been removed. This is guitar has been very well looked after and plays beautifully, obviously better in someone else hands than mine LoL
When I arrived at the gentleman’s house I was greeted by his wife
and then Graeme, the gentleman who was selling the guitar. Long story short Graeme
and I got on very well and shared some interesting banter about all thing’s
music and guitars. It turned out Graeme is a guitar tutor, and he was kind
enough to give me a few tips, and some great advice. Graeme also told me about
the "White Room" which is a musical cafe, venue on Station Road at
Stanley which he owns and invited me along sometime. I will definitely take him
up on his offer and pay the cafe a visit. I have to say a huge thank you to
Graeme and his lovely family for being so welcoming to a bloke that just rocked
up at their door to buy something, and for the very kind acceptance of my offer
in the purchase of the guitar.
Next... Another purchase, this one to help with my mindset in a way, well in my
way of thinking. If you happen to read my blog, you will have read about my
dream boards that I have hanging on my bedroom walls. Currently I have three,
however I am planning on branching out, plus doing some reorganising. Some of
the things I have pinned upon my walls have come to fruition, for example
bikes, a new-well refurbished Bartlett Tendon Knee and other bits n bobs. My
dad, bless him is always kind enough to print out postcard sized images I
gather, these can be all sorts of things, like after mentioned bikes, or houses
I see online. Anyhoo I was thinking why don't I research a small printer and discovered
a Canon Selphy C1500. It does postcard sized prints 4x6. Very had one
advertised on their website with a ink and paper pack, so I decided I would
invest. It helps that I could spread the cost, then it doesn't feel like such a
big pull out at £170.
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| Canon Selphy C1500, cracking wee printer |
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| Great quality images produced |
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| Just have to make sure there is room at the back for paper to not get jammed |
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| So easy to setup |
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| How the printer arrives in a small neat box |
The printer arrived within a few days, and once unboxed it was very easy to setup. The printer connected to my Google Pixel 9 Pro in no time at all and I did a practice print while my dad watched on, The Ern loves new tech gadgets. Upon printing out a black & white image I had taken of Neville and myself I have to say I was very impressed with the speed and quality of the printer and the image. My next plan is to head over to the Toon and get some shots of the urban cows, as I fancy trying some interesting and creative black and white shots, with the cows and the urban back drop.
The next purchase was a spur of the moment one, whilst Ern and I were shopping in Asda. My Phone doesn't have a headphone jack, it is one of those new-fangled Bluetooth things, and I don't trust myself to lose expensive earbuds. So, whilst perusing Asda I got my eyes on some Bluetooth earbuds, they were only a tenner, and once at home, and connected, they sound great to my ears. I bought a mP3 player yonks ago, it is still in its box, and I believe it is Bluetooth enabled so these little earbuds will be grand for when I am out on my bike to listen to a few tunes to.
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| Bought these from Asda |
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| Canny for the money like |
Well, we have now had wor Neville just over a fortnight. He is such a lovely little fella, with a huge personality. I am so pleased I decided to get another dog. In the short space of time he has been with us he has brought us so much joy and laughter.
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| Wor Nev and Ratty Rat |
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| Nev loves nibbling ears |
I thought and wrote this real quick... about wor Little Nev
Border Terrorist
"Hello", "hello" projected from your
eyes. No need for words your thoughts are wise.
You shine so bright with so much unconditional love, which emanates
from deep within.
How you run over to me, all leaps and bounds, excitedly
wagging your little tail.
With your infectious smile, and your little bark, hey don't squat there and leave your mark.
You are a ging’a with a grizzled coat, bushy eyebrows and a
old man's beard
With small paws, that pitter patter, as you bounce and jump
here and there and everywhere.
You love to chase ratty rat, or bite your bear and make him
squeak.
You're off to find Mr Stick, there content to just
lie in the sun and have a chew.
Each time I go to make a cup of tea I have to look all around.
Because your like an assassin and move in close without
making a sound.
You have a habit of sneaking up, an apparition that appears
sitting at my side.
You always tilt your little head, as if understanding just
what I said.
An expression of wisdom on your cute little face, before you
are off running in your own little race.
When it's time for a walk, you look all around, suspicious
minds, are we being followed.
You're a Border terrorist, with a cunning and devious plan.
Now a much-loved member of our clan.
