lundi 7 avril 2014

The floating Ark



 For a few days the Ark has been in trouble due to an unexpected problem in picture loading. When I tried to upload photos, instead of the normal arrival of the picture I got several lines of machine gobbledegook and no photo. True the shot did appear if I tried to publish, but in odd places and it was not possible to have an aperçu at all.  I even tried to rename theArk as a new blog without making any difference.
  However, I am happy to say that timely advice from Jacqui Brown provided the clue to solving the problem and making blogging a pleasure again. Somehow I had altered the setting from 'compose' to HTML thus making a grave difference in the display method. Now all is well again and I hope this will spur me on again to be more regular in my blogging!

    Bye for now tea-time calls!

Trial blog 3



   Hooray, we`re back in business!!  Thanks a million, Jacqui!

samedi 5 avril 2014

Struggles with a blog

Regular readers of the Ark might have noticed that I have not posted for a while, this is because I have had a problem with Blogger. Due possibly to my own unfamiliarity with my new I-Pad, the system has corrupted in some way and it is no longer possible to upload pictures, which is a severe handicap to an attractive blog! I am going to experiment with starting a new blog with a slightly different name, to see if that will cure the problem--watch this space and await the birth of a new Ark in a day or two. Bye for now--until we meet again!

mercredi 5 mars 2014

Emergency Ward 10--Stark Drama in the Recovery Ward!



   Abot two weeks or so ago, I noticed our old dog, Jilly, had a lump in her right ear-flap. It felt like a fluid-filled blister and there was no external sign of an injury. I left it for a couple of days to see if it would go down on its own but if anything it gradually increased in size. I therefor arranged an appointment with François, our local vet at Chef Boutonne.

  On examination, François said it was due to a small blood-vessel broken in the ear-flap and he proceeded to evacuate the blood by drawing it off with a hypodermic. Sounds simple like that, doesn`t it, but it took me, François and the girl on the desk to hold Jilly still and we were all spattered with blood and the poor girl scratched on the arm by Jilly`s claws-- oh it`s not all stroking fluffy bunnies being concerned with animal care! The ear looked normal and the usual injection was given to aid recovery. François did say that it was possible the vessel might continue to leak.
 
This is what happened, in fact, and a week later it was as bad as ever. A minor op was clearly necessary to suture the leak, and this was fixed for yesterday afternoon. Jilly was once more put on the operating table and I stayed while she received her injection to put her under, less stressful for her like that. Come back at 6.15 was the advice, which I duly did. The nurse on the desk said she hadn`t yet come round so I waited in the waiting room.

   Suddenly, there arose a dreadful screaming and howling, I recognised Jilly`s voice. The other clients waiting were somewhat concerned; I was asked to come through immediately and found Jilly most unhappy and expressing her fright freely! I talked to her and hugged her and she calmed briefly then continued her lament. François appeared ( I think he was doing another op) and gave her a Valium injection and suggested I walked her in the back yard. I think he was afraid he would lose all his clients present!

   She calmed down but lapsed back into unconsciousness so couldn`t be walked. François was involved with his op and I think we were a bit forgotten out there. Eventually I fetched the Berlingo up close and loaded the comatose Jilly with the aid of the nurse, who had remembered us. She was very sleepy and wobbly all evening, staggering here and there and walking into furniture with her funnel-collar, put on to stop her scratching at the wound, but not very comfortable for Jilly.

   She got me up at three last night whining, perhaps to go out but when I tried she would not `perform`. This morning she is much better, starving hungry and `going` much more normally. I have found I have to remove the collar as she can`t choose the ideal spot as normal and can`t or won`t go....All`s well that ends well as long as the op is a success, of course, can`t see under the bandage. Couldn`t face another evening like that!

   Bye for now, going to get some lunch
 

mercredi 26 février 2014

Some Tyred Old Jokes




   Looking at the nice tyres on our latest transport cast my mind back to some of my earlier cars, back indeed to a tatty Austin A30 which was, I think my third four-wheeled transport. In those halcyon days the dreaded MOT had not been introduced and one ran a vehicle until it ceased to run and then scrapped it. a friend ran a Vauxhall Velox with a chassis so rusty that it broke in two one day, going over the level crossing in Military Road! The same care-free attitude applied to tyres  They were replaced by paupers like myself, not when they went bald but when the carcase started to show through the rubber.... And yet I can`t remember the accident rate being any higher than today.
    I was bowling merrily along in the region of Abergavenny when a loud bang from the rear of the car made me leap almost from my seat. Hoping I had just run over a stone, I slowed down carefully but as the speed came off the car sank down at the back, a puncture. In fact, it was worse than that, the tyre had burst. As you can imagine, this was not my first experience of this, and I soon had the little car jacked up, changed the tyre and we proceeded on our way to Portsmouth, or rather to Gosport, my home at the time.

    The cheapest shop for tyres locally was a little one-man shop in a side-street between the High St and Forton road  I replaced the tyre and while the proprietor was fitting it, I admired his display of `killer tyres` in a rack outside, all bald and worn. I was a bit peeved when he came out with my old tyre, removed the least bad of the display and substituted mine....

   Mind you, this chap was a real joker. He told me he had whiled away his hours of waiting for a customer by a series of practical jokes. His most successful was to braze a coin, say a sixpenny piece onto a broad-headed nail with his welding torch. He would then hammer this embellished nail into the asphalt pavement outside the shop and wait for the fun to start. A passer-by would spot the coin, glance round and make a furtive grab, only to find the sixpence firmly stuck. Some would leave it, others would break their nails on it. One chap was down on his knees working away with his pen-knife to free the coin! The tyre-seller was amazed at the lengths to which folk would go to possess this small coin. It didn`t stop him roaring with laughter at their antics! A variant of this was an old leather wallet firmly nailed to the ground. It is an indicator of the style of his wit, when I say that he had filled it with dog-turds...
    Happy days.. Bye for now, going to make a cuppa

samedi 1 février 2014

Barking Mad



    You`ve heard me speak before of our dog Laika, a reject from our neighbour, who found her unsuitable for hunting, not that she was not interested, very much the opposite. She will chase anything that moves over the horizon, returning home when she is exhausted, not what the keen chasseur needs! The poor thing ended up tied to a tree in the garden,with  no shelter, to keep her from wandering off. When she did manage to escape, she would come to visit us and we eventually took her over. She is a very appealing and affectionate dog but has a few little foibles that we have managed to adapt to or to accept as part of the package.... one is the hunting mania, we have to keep her on a long lead when walking, though we hope to train her out of it...perhaps. The other is a habit of thieving, she will steal anything left available, even jumping on the table or work surface and impossible to discourage. Possibly this is a  habit of her previous life, I think she has had to live rough in the past and is used to foraging. But the habit which nearly drove us nuts is barking.

     If anyone passes our door, she will race to guard it with a hysterical volley of shrill barks and no admonishments or even clouts will dissuade her. In the car, it`s cyclists, motorcycles and heavy lorries that incur her wrath and driving becomes a torment, so much so that we have tended not to take the dogs any more, which is a pity, as all the dogs enjoy it.

    Seeking a method of control for the problem, we thought to try a collar which gives the dog a slight electric shock if it barks, and we found one on our local `Things for sale in Deux Sèvres`  site by a lady who had bought one, but was too tender-hearted to fit it on her dog. This apparatus, made by Petsafe, consists of a collar supporting a little box containing a bark detector and a couple of electrodes which give the wearer a jolt if she barks. We were not too hopeful of success, as Laika is so obstinate, and I was afraid that she might bark all the more at the shock, starting off a vicious circle. however, the result has been extremely successful, much to our delight. Almost as soon as the collar was put on, Laika gave up barking-- we think that perhaps this is not her first experience of a control collar. A couple of times she forgot, and emitted a short bark, followed by a squeak as the device operated but now she refrains from her obsessive rage at any passer-by, even the post can put a letter in the box without protest. Best of all, we can take her in the car again, without our nerves being shredded! We don`t put the collar on at night or when we are not in the house, nor, of course, when we are walking the dogs, so she can at least exercise her voice sometimes. Still, the collar has changed her very much for the better and in spite of a brief shock I think she is a happier dog. I wonder whether it can be adapted to work when she leaps onto the table!

     Bye for now, coffee calls!

lundi 27 janvier 2014

Global Warming--We`re all DOOMED!



    They`re often on, aren`t they the experts, telling us that if the greenhouse gases aren`t reduced by 2020 the world will heat up by 5 degrees, the polar ice-caps will melt and sea levels will rise by several feet. Funny a few years ago, it was by last year that snow would be a thing of the past, but, hey, you can`t be right all the time ... Some of their science seems to be a bit weird, though, one was saying a few weeks ago that the reason it had not heated as much as was thought was because the excess heat had sunk into the ocean and would leap out on us later. I was always told that heat RISES not sinks, but what do I, or my physics master know. We must put up lots of windmills and hope the wind doesn`t drop too often so we have to use all those diesel power plants to keep the current going, because we`ve closed most of the non-greenhouse-producing nuclear stations because we are afraid they`re too dangerous...  Enough to give you the shivers.

  Still, they may be right, maybe the globe will heat up. However, I think we`ve got hold of the wrong idea, that we can stop it by building fairly ineffective windmills. Even if we carpeted the countryside with them unfortunately it won`t make any difference. America, China, India and the rest of the developing world create at least 70 per cent of the greenhouse gases, and there is still the effect of vehicle, train and air traffic to consider. If we stopped modern civilisation in Europe entirely, we are not going to reduce the level and the countries I have mentioned are curiously reluctant to join he effort. I don`t thing we are going to be able to meet the target. Humans are basically rather selfish, and slow to give up their life-style. Would YOU give up your car to reduce the CO2 level?  I thought not.... Besides, the warming may be due to natural causes, for example a change in the sun`s output or subtle variations in the earth`s orbit, in which case our efforts would be irrelevant.

     So, I feel we should rather plan  ahead to deal with the change, to make contingency plans to adapt to the new conditions. Who knows, it may turn out to be more favourable than we now imagine-- after all, during several prehistoric times when the climate was MUCH warmer than today, life on earth flourished to an extraordinary degree. Perhaps we should regard the warming as an opportunity, rather than a disaster, enabling us to colonise great areas of the globe which are now frozen tundra. We will need to move low-lying dwellings to higher ground or to consider coastal defenses. Look n the bright side, global cooling would be a FAR greater threat to humanity. Courage, mes vieux, the best is yet to come!

  Bye for now, going to buy an ice-cream...