Monday, 15 August 2016

The 'Cold' Shoulder (Blade)

Things are brightening up a little here in Chez Bingells.  Mr Bingells was released from hospital after two nights, and he's been recovering slowly, slowly.  Tonight he sat using the nebuliser, and with that mask thing on his face he looked like Luke Skywalker floating in that liquid after Han Solo covered him in tuantuan (?) guts in 'The Empire Strikes Back'.  I don't know what made me think of that.  Maybe because I heard on the news yesterday Kenny Baker, the dwarf actor who played R2D2 has passed away.  And it's saddened me a great deal, although I shouldn't be surprised.  The man was 81 and not in great health.  It says a lot for Baker as an actor that he could make what looks to be a cross between a garbage bin and a trash compactor appear almost human.  It says a lot for the man's character that he was squashed up in the bloody thing. 

Mr Bingells is recovering slowly, but it can take a while to make a recovery from pneumonia.  In the meantime, I have done my right shoulder blade something of a disservice by coughing like a moose in a dust storm.  I've really hurt it.  I'm going to try and see a physiotherapist tomorrow because I cannot do anything.  I cannot bear to be unable to do things.  I need to do some things around the house.  My bigger dog has rolled in something and smells like a charnel pit.  I cannot bear the stench he is carrying around like Hell's miasma.  It seems to make the house pong.

It's hard to be cheerful when your husband's ill, and your shoulder blade feels like a lump of dry ice.  You try and force yourself to be cheerful, and then you read about the antics of the Party for Freedom who barged into the service being conducted by Anglican minister Fr Rod Bower, these rude interlopers being dressed in traditional Muslim garb and shouting stupid slogans.  My heavens, minions of Party for Freedom, you really are a stupid, infantile lot. You don't like Fr Bower's views; he's never been backward in coming forward on his support for leftish ideals.  I loved his billboard 'Relax.  Jesus had two dads and turned out fine'.  He makes his support of refugees crystal clear.  But he's far more a Christian than you lot are.  Storming into a house of worship and yelling moronic rhetoric.  God strewth, you people have defied medical science living so long minus a brain.

What have I been fighting about lately:  oh, just the bile that a welfare recipient should be drug tested prior to receiving benefit because people in a work place have to be.  Pfffft, and pffffft, and pffffft again! When I pointed out the needlessness, waste of money, and infringement on civil liberties such an exercises constitutes, some slob told me that given his taxes pay for the benefit, this makes him essentially the welfare recipient's employer so he has a right to expect the person to be drug free.  Uh, in the event you're reading this, friend, you are NOT the person's employer and even if you were, you cannot tell a person how to disburse his or her income.  The reason you are being tested in your workplace is because if you are under the influence of a drug, you are likely to cause harm to a member of the public or one of your workmates.  A person who has pulled a cone in the privacy of their own home is unlikely to cause anyone else harm.

I was driving home today and the radio played 'Ebony & Ivory'.  Arrrgghhhh!  Mawkish and sickly codswallop that, like 'Mull of Kintyre', cements Paul McCartney's reputation as The Boring Beatle.

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