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.

Fandango’s Provocative Question (1 July 2020)

Wednesday. Fandango’s Provocative Question once again. I’ve just had a busy morning and am having a late lunch, so I’ll try and get a few words down now, and just knock it into publishable shape tonight. This week, Fandango asks:

Are you satisfied with your life at the moment. If so, what is it that brings you the greatest satisfaction? If not, what might you do to achieve satisfaction in your life?

I think the difficult thing here is not so much defining what satisfaction is, but recognising that there are several aspects of life, each of which might be satisfactory/unsatisfactory in its own right. Coming up with an aggregate is not so easy.

Some examples, not exhaustive. And I’m going to use the Columns Block just to wind up all you classic-lovers:


  • I’m glad I got my brain back after the stroke
  • I’m happy with where I live
  • I’m happy that that I got to see other parts of the world
  • I’m happy being married. In fact married life, despite my quips, just gets better.
  • I’m happy that I do charity work, and that is directly helping people.
  • I’m satisfied that my values are good ones. But, aren’t we all?
  • I’m not satisfied with some of the other things after the stroke that seem to be more permanent
  • I’m not satisfied that I don’t drive at the moment
  • I’m not satisfied that it is such a big deal to get up to London – the best work is in London
  • I’m not satisfied with my general back-to-work situation.
  • I’m not satisfied that I can’t ride my bicycle
  • I’m not satisfied with all the weight gain since the stroke. I once prided myself that I was below average, when the rest of the world was becoming obese.
  • I’m not satisfied with how parenting, or my daughter, turned out. I know parenting is hard work, but the kicker is that she has ended up with such totally different values to me.

Off the top of my head. As you can see, some of the things I am dissatisfied with, I can’t actually do anything about. So, in terms of what do I do?, it’s a case of tough luck.

Maybe you can read something into my overall satisfaction level from the relative lengths of these lists? I dunno, if you can, that’s probably just as good a guess as I can make.