Bump! (Fandango’s Friday Flashback)

Yay, it is Friday again, and Fandango has just published his Friday Flashback post. The idea is that he picks a post from this day in a previous year, to give newer readers a better insight into what does and doesn’t make him tick.

I have always liked that idea, so shall also post my own reminiscence. As much as anything, it reminds me of where I was, where I am now, and how far I have come. Hopefully, you will find it entertaining along the way.


For my flashback post today, a family post. It gives some insight into my daughter, and hopefully gives a sense of why I want to keep her at arm’s length.

I hadn’t realised that it was so recently that we lost our first chicken, since that time we have had two generations of chickens, and have lost them all. The first generation died naturally, the second, a badger kept getting into the garden, broad daylight, and picked them off one by one. I met this badger one night at 3AM, as it was trying to break into the coop, and regret to this day that I didn’t kill it on the spot. Back then, of course, there is every possibility that it might have killed me instead!

Incidentally, who’d have thought that I’d have come up with the new name for the blog, all those years ago?

Mister Bump

An eventful weekend, for all the wrong reasons.

Daughter come over – she’d been having trouble with her health again and has been in hospital. So she came over mainly to get some rest, but also to bury a couple of her guinea pigs, who had just died. I attempted to help by going out to the garage to find a spade for her. As I was pulling the garage door open, BANG. My daughter had got into the garage by the other entrance, and had started pushing my door open – at exactly the same time as I’m on the other side, pulling. The result? I’m on my arse, cries of pain, cuts and bruises to my shin.

Then, on Sunday, I went through to the kitchen, without anybody telling me that they’d just wiped the floor and that it was currently quite slippery. So, over on my…

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Fandango’s One Word Challenge (3 July 2020)

Funnily enough I was chatting to one of my arthritic clients this week, who was telling me that because she has trouble pulling plugs out of their sockets, she often uses a metal knife as a lever ⚡️⚡️⚡️. I urged her not to do that any more. Instead I said I was sure I’d seen something on the net, while looking for aids for myself.

These things are called Plug Tugs, available off Amazon. I’m not normally an advocate of Amazon, because they don’t pay their taxes, but maybe just this once? I haven’t looked, but these guys would be crazy not to make these things for US or European plugs, if you have trouble too.

The next problem is that the client does not use the internet…

for Fandango’s One Word Challenge, gadget.

Incidentally, if anybody knows of a vice/vise, ideally plastic, suitable for use in the kitchen, I’m all ears.