Snow People - and Other Adventures!

Yesterday, apart from being cold, was a lovely day - that is - until later in the afternoon when things went wrong! But, I'll get to that later.

Mr. Indi got hold of the office of the surgeon, a Dr. Clark, and, sure enough, they had the authorization for a consultation - Will wonders never cease? However, Dr. Clark will not be seeing any new patients until after the New Year! (Must be out on a bender!) So, we must call back for an appointment during the 2nd. week of January. Still, tis progress - however small!

I have had a bit of a struggle with my mouth but am trying hard to ignore the problem. Ever since I quit smoking - will be 3 years in May - I have flare ups with mouth ulcers. I had them as a child but never had any trouble with them as an adult. There is a known link between nicotine and the suppression of mouth ulcers (a virus) but very little research has been done in the area. Many people who give up the smokes are plagued with mouth sores. I have asked Dr. K (my throat specialist) about the problem and he is not aware of any medicine that will get rid of them - it's a case of put up with it! I suppose I could take up smoking again - NOT. This has been a particularly painful flare up but I only have myself to blame because 2 nights ago I made a lovely fry up for dinner that included fried tomatoes and chips with HP sauce on them! Duh! Silly me.

Anyway, we decided to go to Mario's Place for lunch. (Even though I can barely eat anything because of the pain - but I figured I could do a cold liquid diet) I also wanted to go to the Mission Inn and look at the Christmas decorations - they are spectacular. Mario's was booked solid (lots of work's parties) so me and him sat in the bar. It was quite fun really as we were on a higher level than the main dining area and could watch the marauding masses drinking their champers and playing a little grab ass! It bought back memories of the many works parties that have passed through my life! Some good - some even better!

After a lovely meal, (I managed the chicken breast with polenta) we walked, very slowly - Mr. Indi didn't want to do the transport chair thing - across the road and I got lots of lovely pictures of the Christmas decorations at the Mission Inn - one of which you see above. Isn't that just a lovely family of snowman, woman and children? I would love to see the displays at night when everything is lit up but I hear that parking is a nightmare so will have to pass on that idea.

We got home and Mr. Indi went to hang up his overcoat in the coat closet in the hallway - I went to put the kettle on when I heard him go down - KERBANG! He fell with his legs buckled underneath him. I was so scared but we managed to get him up on his hands and knees and he crawled into the living room where he was able to pull himself up on the couch! He had a nasty cut on his hand but no other damage that I could see. He was crying in frustration and I was crying because I can't stand to see him like this. So we sat on the couch and had some hugs and suddenly he saw that he had dripped blood on his nice trousers and wanted me to wash them right away so that they didn't get stained! MEN!