As that big male human wont give me a blog, i will use this as he is not looking. he is busy getting ready for a course this weekend.
Why do humans have a nice warm room to go toilet in, without humans watching. I have to go in all weather, getting cold, wet and muddy. to top it off I cant go without humans seeing me. its upsetting being watched all the time, talk about degrading. you humans would not like it if I made you go poo outside in the dark on a cold, wet night with me stand in the woods hole waving a light thing at you.
Until next time, tail wag and lick on your face.
24 Jan 2014
17 Jan 2014
gearing up
Well, I am getting myself geared up for the Trainers training course. By treating myself with the money I got for Christmas by buying a Samsung Galaxy Tab3 in the boxing day sales.
Also by doing repairs to my laptop, all i have got left do is getting my voice recognition software working again, hopeful that will help with my paperwork, dyslexia is a pain at times.
Technology has be a tremendous tool in cutting down the affect dyslexia has in my daily life. I would not of even thought of doing a trainer course. if it was not for having a (old) laptop, with a spell checker.
So I may be a bit light on blogging for the next few weeks, whist I do the coursework. I just hope the dog has not got his eyes on my blog.
Till next time Dear Reader, Stay Safe.
Also by doing repairs to my laptop, all i have got left do is getting my voice recognition software working again, hopeful that will help with my paperwork, dyslexia is a pain at times.
Technology has be a tremendous tool in cutting down the affect dyslexia has in my daily life. I would not of even thought of doing a trainer course. if it was not for having a (old) laptop, with a spell checker.
So I may be a bit light on blogging for the next few weeks, whist I do the coursework. I just hope the dog has not got his eyes on my blog.
Till next time Dear Reader, Stay Safe.
10 Jan 2014
really billy, really.
Billy our chocolate lab, has been on my PC. He is asking for his own blog. Ok a dog with a blog, that just weird. anyway I thought I would share what would be his first posting, if I signed him up for a blogging account.
Why doesn't the postman like me. I run to the door shouting 'hello, how are you today?', when he drop the post though the little hole.
When he bring a box thing for the humans of the house, and they open the door. I always jump off my seat and run over shouting ' hello it nice to see you, how are you? have you got many box thing today?' and he steps back away from me.
Oh why does the postman hate me.
Until next time, tail wag and lick on your face.
Ok, he is trying to nick my sign off. It been doggified, however it starts like mine. When did he learn to type and spell in English. And the big one for me, How the hell did he find out what the Password on my account was!!
Whist I am working that out, there is only one thing to say.
Till next time Dear Reader, Stay Safe.
Why doesn't the postman like me. I run to the door shouting 'hello, how are you today?', when he drop the post though the little hole.
When he bring a box thing for the humans of the house, and they open the door. I always jump off my seat and run over shouting ' hello it nice to see you, how are you? have you got many box thing today?' and he steps back away from me.
Oh why does the postman hate me.
Until next time, tail wag and lick on your face.
Ok, he is trying to nick my sign off. It been doggified, however it starts like mine. When did he learn to type and spell in English. And the big one for me, How the hell did he find out what the Password on my account was!!
Whist I am working that out, there is only one thing to say.
Till next time Dear Reader, Stay Safe.
4 Jan 2014
New Year
Well here we are, 2014. The end of 2013 marks the end of a long difficult year, full of
ups and downs.
From the first anniversary of my dads passing, though to being selected to go on the St John Trainers course. All whist fighting the ongoing battle with the black dog.
I can not see 2014 being any different. As I have come to a conclusion that no matter what year it is, life is always a mix bag of ups and downs. New years resolutions come and go, however the mixed bag is always there, so I decided on a easy resolution. To carry on fighting the back dog as I have done over the last 12 months.
Talking of a mixed bag, that can be used to explain my Job over the last 12 months. During the year a member of the department I work in injured himself in a way that put him off work for 6 months. I started to cover one part of his duties, locking/ unlocking our Baschurch campus.
Then as part of my job is being a handyperson. (PC I know). So I was asked to look at a few thing, and by the end of the six months I was doing a relief caretaker type job when at the campus. No skin of my nose, yet another string to my bow.
So now i am a relief caretaker for Baschurch Campus, I end up doing job over there. Like working with Nicky on temporary sleeping accommodation arriving on site before term starts Monday.
This is what I was doing today with Nicky. Getting the tracks down for the truck, guiding the driver down them, help getting them into position, then we had to work hard to get the truck back onto the car park.
It had been raining on and off all over Christmas, and the ground was wet to say the least. At one point I did wonder if it should of been issued it own flood warning, as it passed me going on firing a jet of muddy water out from under one of the track boards, directly at me. And no I don't have a photo of myself after that event.
After getting even more muddier packing up the trackway, the truck driver was due a break (by law) so we retired to the caretakers workshop/ tea room, nickname 'the shed' for a well deserved hot drink and a warm up.
So it was then that I realised, same sort of stuff different year.
Till next time Dear Reader, Stay Safe.
From the first anniversary of my dads passing, though to being selected to go on the St John Trainers course. All whist fighting the ongoing battle with the black dog.
I can not see 2014 being any different. As I have come to a conclusion that no matter what year it is, life is always a mix bag of ups and downs. New years resolutions come and go, however the mixed bag is always there, so I decided on a easy resolution. To carry on fighting the back dog as I have done over the last 12 months.
Talking of a mixed bag, that can be used to explain my Job over the last 12 months. During the year a member of the department I work in injured himself in a way that put him off work for 6 months. I started to cover one part of his duties, locking/ unlocking our Baschurch campus.
Then as part of my job is being a handyperson. (PC I know). So I was asked to look at a few thing, and by the end of the six months I was doing a relief caretaker type job when at the campus. No skin of my nose, yet another string to my bow.
So now i am a relief caretaker for Baschurch Campus, I end up doing job over there. Like working with Nicky on temporary sleeping accommodation arriving on site before term starts Monday.
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| The Truck and the TSA |
It had been raining on and off all over Christmas, and the ground was wet to say the least. At one point I did wonder if it should of been issued it own flood warning, as it passed me going on firing a jet of muddy water out from under one of the track boards, directly at me. And no I don't have a photo of myself after that event.
After getting even more muddier packing up the trackway, the truck driver was due a break (by law) so we retired to the caretakers workshop/ tea room, nickname 'the shed' for a well deserved hot drink and a warm up.
So it was then that I realised, same sort of stuff different year.
Till next time Dear Reader, Stay Safe.
28 Dec 2013
Christmas week
Well if it has escaped your notice, it is Christmas. Along with this comes the usual behaviour from people and the shops.
As you walk into shops there is on the whole overly loud Christmas songs playing though the PA system. Usually the same 5 crap song by played by all the shop/store you visit. Then there is the big sign near the entance door trying to tell you that 'if you don't buy X for your Christmas party, you will be a nobody in the Christmas party world'.
As you head around the shop/store it become apparent that the usual stuff you buy disappears and a Christmas variant appear in it place, I want Dry Roasted Peanuts, Not Dry Roasted Cashew & Peanuts. I don't want to pay an extra 3p to have Christmas items printed on my toilet roll, I don't care when I am (Censored for decency), Just stock my usual toilet roll!!!
Shell (my wife for new readers) birthday is on Christmas eve, Why remove all the Birthday wrapping paper, people do have birthdays on the 24 and 25 of December! Shell does not want her birthday presents in Christmas paper
There are funny sights and sounds walking around a supermarket in the run up to Christmas Day. The couple arguing about what the best Gravy for turkey, one waving a tub of Onion Gravy, the other waving a tub of Chicken Gravy. When there is a big display of Turkey Gravy next to them.
Then a trolley road train passes by. 3 or 4 trolleys with an adult holding on to first and second trolleys, and one on the last one, with one or more kids holding the others in the line. plied high with food and assorted bits, it look like they think the shops are going to be closed for 2 months not a day or two. As I watch his awesome sight, I almost get get knocked over by a flying trolley dash shopper, they are someone who is intent on trying to break the world record for getting their shopping done in the shortest time possible.
When you do get home, you are still not safe from over hyped Christmas there is the adverts on TV to contend with.
Supper happy, not a care in the world, everything perfect, not one sniff of mental health problems, except the family looks like they are all on happy pills. The Only advert that come close to normal life is a hyperventilating Alien worried due to there being only 5 earth day left to Christmas day, cause he is a shoppaholic.
The big day arrives, Christmas day, an oasis of normal tradition Christmas. hearing my wife and mother in law get stressed in the kitchen Christmas morning as I am shoving the mounting of packaging into a bin bag.
The vulture attack that is a hunger family at the Christmas Dinner table, ending in Brother in law trying to break the world record for the longest or loudest burp. The father in law stumbling to a soft chair half drunk, then trying to gas us out.
The bloated lounge on the sofa, watching the usual Christmas afternoon TV. Before going down to my mums for a very light Christmas tea with the opening of present to her from us and visa versa.
Strip away the commercial pushiness of big business shoving Christmas down my throat to sell, sell, sell and I like Christmas. however Christmas overload is all too ready to attack when shopping.
Till next time Dear Reader Merry Christmas and Stay Safe.
As you walk into shops there is on the whole overly loud Christmas songs playing though the PA system. Usually the same 5 crap song by played by all the shop/store you visit. Then there is the big sign near the entance door trying to tell you that 'if you don't buy X for your Christmas party, you will be a nobody in the Christmas party world'.
As you head around the shop/store it become apparent that the usual stuff you buy disappears and a Christmas variant appear in it place, I want Dry Roasted Peanuts, Not Dry Roasted Cashew & Peanuts. I don't want to pay an extra 3p to have Christmas items printed on my toilet roll, I don't care when I am (Censored for decency), Just stock my usual toilet roll!!!
Shell (my wife for new readers) birthday is on Christmas eve, Why remove all the Birthday wrapping paper, people do have birthdays on the 24 and 25 of December! Shell does not want her birthday presents in Christmas paper
There are funny sights and sounds walking around a supermarket in the run up to Christmas Day. The couple arguing about what the best Gravy for turkey, one waving a tub of Onion Gravy, the other waving a tub of Chicken Gravy. When there is a big display of Turkey Gravy next to them.
Then a trolley road train passes by. 3 or 4 trolleys with an adult holding on to first and second trolleys, and one on the last one, with one or more kids holding the others in the line. plied high with food and assorted bits, it look like they think the shops are going to be closed for 2 months not a day or two. As I watch his awesome sight, I almost get get knocked over by a flying trolley dash shopper, they are someone who is intent on trying to break the world record for getting their shopping done in the shortest time possible.
When you do get home, you are still not safe from over hyped Christmas there is the adverts on TV to contend with.
Supper happy, not a care in the world, everything perfect, not one sniff of mental health problems, except the family looks like they are all on happy pills. The Only advert that come close to normal life is a hyperventilating Alien worried due to there being only 5 earth day left to Christmas day, cause he is a shoppaholic.
The big day arrives, Christmas day, an oasis of normal tradition Christmas. hearing my wife and mother in law get stressed in the kitchen Christmas morning as I am shoving the mounting of packaging into a bin bag.
The vulture attack that is a hunger family at the Christmas Dinner table, ending in Brother in law trying to break the world record for the longest or loudest burp. The father in law stumbling to a soft chair half drunk, then trying to gas us out.
The bloated lounge on the sofa, watching the usual Christmas afternoon TV. Before going down to my mums for a very light Christmas tea with the opening of present to her from us and visa versa.
Strip away the commercial pushiness of big business shoving Christmas down my throat to sell, sell, sell and I like Christmas. however Christmas overload is all too ready to attack when shopping.
Till next time Dear Reader Merry Christmas and Stay Safe.
20 Dec 2013
Happy Christmas and Choose well.
It is that time of the year, where a well build man in a red suit somehow gets down your chimney and empties his sack under your Christmas tree. At any other time of the year this would be considered weird, but it's Christmas time.
What else would be considered as weird is calling an ambulance for a cold. However it Christmas, and the GP and Everywhere is closed.
Well that is not true. The country does not complete stop for the festive days. Health care still works. There are different ways to get help this Christmas time.
Self care. For little things you can help yourself and save setting foot outside the house. Like making sure you have some bits in the cupboard.
NHS Direct, is a service that you can get online at www.nhsdirect.nhs.uk where you can check your symptoms and the best treatment. If you want a reassuring voice at the end of the phone. you can also call them on 0845 46 47.
Minor Injuries Units, are where you can See an experienced nurse for treatment of minor injuries and illnesses, like cuts, sprains, infected wounds or everyday eye infections. Information on Shropshire MIU can be found at www.shropshireccg.nhs.uk/minor-injury-unit or if you are outside Shropshire, search Minor Injuries unit online.
Walk –in Health Centres, are like GP. but without the booking. Information on Shropshire ones can be found at www.shropshireccg.nhs.uk/walk-in-centre
GP Surgeries or GP Out of Hours, If it is something you would go to your GP about, why not give them a call and see if they are open. If not There is ShropDoc, The GP Out of Hours service for Shropshire. You can contact them on 08444 06 8888.
A&E/ 999, If it is critical or life-threatening, then that where the hard working staff of A&E and West Midlands Ambulance Service can help. They specialise in serious illness and badly injured people.
So with a blog post about choosing your medical help carefully. I will say my usually line after leaving you with an Joke from my bad joke Emporium.
My mate went to Iceland to see the northern light, But all he could see was frozen food.
Till next time Dear Reader, Stay Safe.
Please Note this is not medical advice. It is intended to show what else is out there beside WMAS and A&E
What else would be considered as weird is calling an ambulance for a cold. However it Christmas, and the GP and Everywhere is closed.
Well that is not true. The country does not complete stop for the festive days. Health care still works. There are different ways to get help this Christmas time.
Self care. For little things you can help yourself and save setting foot outside the house. Like making sure you have some bits in the cupboard.
- Paracetamol or aspirin
- Cold and flu tablets or drinks. (not to be used together)
- Anti-diarrhoeal medicine
- Rehydration mixture
- Plasters
- Thermometer
NHS Direct, is a service that you can get online at www.nhsdirect.nhs.uk where you can check your symptoms and the best treatment. If you want a reassuring voice at the end of the phone. you can also call them on 0845 46 47.
Minor Injuries Units, are where you can See an experienced nurse for treatment of minor injuries and illnesses, like cuts, sprains, infected wounds or everyday eye infections. Information on Shropshire MIU can be found at www.shropshireccg.nhs.uk/minor-injury-unit or if you are outside Shropshire, search Minor Injuries unit online.
Walk –in Health Centres, are like GP. but without the booking. Information on Shropshire ones can be found at www.shropshireccg.nhs.uk/walk-in-centre
GP Surgeries or GP Out of Hours, If it is something you would go to your GP about, why not give them a call and see if they are open. If not There is ShropDoc, The GP Out of Hours service for Shropshire. You can contact them on 08444 06 8888.
A&E/ 999, If it is critical or life-threatening, then that where the hard working staff of A&E and West Midlands Ambulance Service can help. They specialise in serious illness and badly injured people.
So with a blog post about choosing your medical help carefully. I will say my usually line after leaving you with an Joke from my bad joke Emporium.
My mate went to Iceland to see the northern light, But all he could see was frozen food.
Till next time Dear Reader, Stay Safe.
Please Note this is not medical advice. It is intended to show what else is out there beside WMAS and A&E
14 Dec 2013
Would you let this guy train you?
Well I got a bit of a shocked during this week. I had an email about the St John trainers course or to give it the right name 'Award in Education and Training'. The reason I am shocked is, I got accepted on to it and start it in January.
Would you sit down and be trained if you walked into a training room and saw this guy was your trainer?
The next bit should be said in the voice of a stereotypical nerdy trainspotter "Hello, I am Dave. Your volunteer trainer, That right I don't get paid for this I do it for the love of First Aid"
Now tell me you would not be running for the training room door :D
The Other thing that sticks in my mind from this week was a comment from my mum over her stairlift.
Her stairlift has a Infra red remote control facility. and a I sat in the her front room drinking a coffee as she said " I was changing channel the other night and the stairlift started moving"
Straight away a sitcom Image of two kids fighting over what channel they wanted to watch, with an old lady on a stairlift in the background, going up a bit then down a bit, in time with the channel changes pop into my head.
I almost spat my coffee out at that thought.
Well it's not as bad as coming home to finding the dog hugging the TV control. and wondering If, when I turn the TV on Crufts highlight would appear on screen.
I think you are now getting an idea of why I called this blog 'The weird mind of Dave'
Till next time Dear Reader, Stay Safe.
Would you sit down and be trained if you walked into a training room and saw this guy was your trainer?
The next bit should be said in the voice of a stereotypical nerdy trainspotter "Hello, I am Dave. Your volunteer trainer, That right I don't get paid for this I do it for the love of First Aid"
Now tell me you would not be running for the training room door :D
The Other thing that sticks in my mind from this week was a comment from my mum over her stairlift.
Her stairlift has a Infra red remote control facility. and a I sat in the her front room drinking a coffee as she said " I was changing channel the other night and the stairlift started moving"
Straight away a sitcom Image of two kids fighting over what channel they wanted to watch, with an old lady on a stairlift in the background, going up a bit then down a bit, in time with the channel changes pop into my head.
I almost spat my coffee out at that thought.
Well it's not as bad as coming home to finding the dog hugging the TV control. and wondering If, when I turn the TV on Crufts highlight would appear on screen.
I think you are now getting an idea of why I called this blog 'The weird mind of Dave'
Till next time Dear Reader, Stay Safe.
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