Achilles Blog 56 – 6.10.14. My own Walter Raleigh….and Florence Nightingale

I did it….went out with nothing else but my gym clothes and walked the 2 miles to the gym. And back again. On the way I found a workman with a pile of cement and a cement-y puddle of water obstructing my path…as I scratched my chin wondering how to get past this, the workman suggested I jump over it…. I was indeed about to do so, but hesitated because I wasn’t sure my bad leg would make it over the 4 foot wide puddle and I was worried I’d end up with cement-y trainers if I landed in it….but, chivalry is NOT dead – as the young workman offered me a lift over….. on his back!… which I gigglingly accepted.
To a man, I have the most gorgeous, lovely nieces and nephews… but one of the most lovely has to be L (12). On an organised fossil hunt at Beachy Head (nr Eastbourne) this weekend, L, her Dad Rob, myself and little brother S (nearly 9) spent the morning, hammers in hand, clambering over rocks looking for (100 million year old) fossil ammonites, sea urchins and bi-valves (pic). L walked, hovering alongside me, stopping when I stopped and just making sure I was OK. She was looking after me, totally un-asked. So, so lovely. Bar a few twinges, I was indeed fine, but clambering on rocks (which is one of my favourite things to do)  is still not the same as it was before. Check the stunning ability of the human body and brain, clambering over rocks…on a bike…
(Cat) Troy has got into the habit of meowing loudly and persistently around the breakfast table when we’re eating. Does anyone here speak Cat? said Rob…. we thought we could…. but since Troy was getting frustrated, me and L picked up the old copy of Chambers 20th Century Dictionary (pic) which we keep by the table and looked for meow*… or maybe it was miouw…we couldn’t find either. Time to throw the dictionary away maybe and just check the internet… but during our search we found millesimal (which piqued computer-man Rob’s interest) …and…. miscreant (an alternative word for (brother) S says L)…. plus the origins of these words….. so, it may be a whole century out of date… but the dictionary stays!…I love flipping pages analogue style.

*ps hmmm….we should have looked for miaow….or mew

fossil hunt 4.10.14Dictionary

About aintwegotitmade

Who am I?.......well, I'm getting to that age where I have to think about that before I answer... My name is J, I'm married, and my husband and I live in the great city of London. I started this blog as an update to family and friends when I completely ruptured my Achilles tendon a few years ago (see The first post). I am so fortunate in every possible way...and in all honesty, I'm just using this blog to remind myself... Why is it called Ain't we got it made?: this is a line from one of my favourite songs (Sing Baby Sing - Have I got it made? Well - I've got a roof over my head, running water right into my house, a fully-stocked supermarket round the corner, free and readily available healthcare; and I live with my lovely husband in a great city, in a beautiful country, where I feel safe and secure.... I rest my case. Fact or opinion: I am not an expert on anything… but I can confirm that everything in this blog is either fact or opinion. I hope to post regularly, mostly about things I find uplifting, positive, amusing, optimistic, important..or perhaps just about regular daily life...but I won't bother you too much. Thanks for stopping by... jx
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2 Responses to Achilles Blog 56 – 6.10.14. My own Walter Raleigh….and Florence Nightingale

  1. Brilliant! Love that the builder gave you a lift!

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