Friday, October 19, 2012

Allo Georgie

Very much do I like the song and the pictures also. Although this not exact hotel at which we stay it gets right the atmosphere and    all feelings.

As regarding the up hill to bed, well, it was worth the walk would not you say! (I put exclaiming mark because question is what you call rhetorical)

Mr Wormold say he like having us at his hotel and we may stay again if we should like to so do. 

As regarding publishing of the photos, I leave this to your discretionary. I know you have good taste and so I trust judgement.

Dave is in bit of state. Date for tribunal is fixed. I say to him, do not be upsetting oneself for I will accompany you and even perhaps act as what you call character witness.

Dave is alarmed by my suggestion and say that would not be wise in circumstance because they would know he is cohabiting (what a strange word) with female student.
I say to him, so what - is not this one of perks of profession? Which compensate for low wages and shit working conditions?

Dave say, this may be true but is not stated anywhere in contract of employment and would make matters worse if I attend. Especially if wearing one's usual provocative clothing. 

I am deeply offended and tell him my clothing is not provocative, and if he wants provocative I give him provocative! 

He say, sorry, and he like way I dress but tribunal are old fuddled duddies (?)

So I tell him, ok buster you are on your own then.

I will comfort him though, at home.

Well, what does one think about Mr Wormold's kind offer?

Write soon

Your Anna

Saturday, October 13, 2012

The Railway Hotel

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Just for you, Anna.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CHvnMB1ee2A


Your George

Tuesday, October 09, 2012

How was it for you?

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WOW! What a weekend that was, Anna. I've done nothing but sleep since I got back - it must have been all the fresh air.

It was good to get back in the saddle. I had forgotten how the simple pleasures of life can be the most enjoyable: pedals, turning, wheels spinning, the wind in your hair. Wonderful.

It was decent of Mr Wormold to fix us up with cycles. Did you notice how his eyes filled with tears when he handed over his wife's bike to you? And he said how good it was to see two young (?)people enjoying what his wife and he used to do so often - before she left him.

Actually, I found the seat of his bike quite hard. But he said he likes a hard leather one - its more manly. 

And what a great job they've made in turning that disused railway line into a cycle track. Mr Wormold told me it is part of the Trans-Leicester Way and is used by cyclists from all over the midlands - and further afield.

I asked him if Railway Hotel was a listed building. But he said, No, it was just a bit of subsidence. (it is the only hotel room I have stayed in where you walk, uphill to the bed). Still, I am not grumbling; the bed was lovely and soft, and springy.

I was wondering if I should publish (on the blog) some of the photos we took. What do you think? Perhaps they are a bit personal? To us, I mean. And yet the autumn colours were so lovely: the leaves and the mellow stone of the old railway arches in the late afternoon sun, that I feel I want to share them with everybody.

Well, I have lots more to say so will write again.

George

Wednesday, October 03, 2012



Oh dear Georgie 

You are getting yourself into that state again which you must be careful of avoiding.  Do not be concerning oneself about everybody. You are like man in The catcher in the rye - but this I have told you previously.

As you know Sweden is the mainly secular country but do have some churches of which I am not member. Recently I see there comes Church of Kopimism which believe sharing of information to be holy. They taking the piss - or what? Anyways I also believe it good to share information when I got any to share, and I have.

Remember how I tell you of how Dave is depressed and acting strangely, well two days since he say to me, I think I need to see doctor about mental condition, like my depression which is now considerably bothering me. But I am fearful to go because he might send me to the hospital for treatment, and I do not wish to be connected to electricity supply and given the ECT.

I therefore say to him, do not be worrying. I shall accompany you to see physician, for I have much experience regarding mental disturbance - and I tell him about you. I say you were much more mentally disturbed than what he is, and that you making recovery, although slowly.

He is grateful for my kind offer and so we go, and doctor ask lots of questions and then he says, I will prescribe for you these medication anti-depressants which you must take in mornings, two. And I say to doctor, and what is name of this medication? And then he says name (which I will not include here for certain reasons) and I say to him, hang about there, doc, this drug is banned in Sweden for its addictification. And doctor says, well we are in UK and is not banned here. And I say, but how can drug be addictive in Sweden but not in this country?

Then he say to me, if you do not mind my asking - what is your relationship to the patient (he mean Dave). And I say, but I do mind you asking such personal question. Relations as Dave and oneself enjoy are our own business.

And he say, I mean are you his spouse, or his partner or friend? Or perhaps you are his carer?

But I refuse to answer this question and we leave with piece of prescription paper, which look like been signed by small toddler who cannot yet write his name.

Then we go to pharmacy in big store and on counter is notice which say - Mr Wilkins is today's Responsible Pharmacist.( actually name is not Mr Wilkins but a foreign one which I do not wish to replicate  in case one is accused of racial intimidation.)

Anyways, Dave -seeking to make joke - say "But I would like to see the IRRESPONSIBLE Pharmacist." And girl behind counter does not smile but say "Yes, everybody says that." 

Dave experience embarrassment so I quickly interject myself by saying "He is a bit mentally disturbed, so if you please be giving us medication as written on paper."

But then after we wait for long time, silly cow come back and say we do not have these medications in at this time so could you come back tomorrow?

No - I tell her. Give back to me prescription and we go find proper chemist. Which we do, in back street. And he supply us with pills.

So now I have shared this information with you I shall return to your problems of which I do not trivialise them. This depression is very bad thing - sometimes called BLACK DOG - which has Mr Churchill prime minister. But also to have feeling of treacle in veins must be scarifying like you can't move about with ease. What I say to you is to keep taking the medications and also take the exercise, regular because this great help.

As regarding those persons who will not talk nor yet discus, they probably cannot help themself in being such way,  but  neither be wasting time with this type of person.  Bid them farewell, with perhaps appropriate phrase such as "Bugger off".

Another thing to help you would be to do something  like take action. And to help you thus I have arrange weekend at Cycle track hotel. Where I will look after your every need and cheer you up.

Hoping you are both up for it and up to it.

Look forwards to hearing you.

Your loving Anna.

Tuesday, October 02, 2012

Ok, Noah...so it's raining - it's not the end of the world

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I wonder if that's what they said to him; all them there sinners. I mean didn't they notice all the animals walking past, two by two?

It could be the end of the world now. It has been rain, rain, rain for days... weeks even. At least where I am. Cold, dark, dreary.

I'm in a fix, Anna.

Treacle in my veins. That's what I've got. At least that's what it feels like

And you have not replied to my last communication. What does this mean? Are you devoting all your attention to the depressed Dave? Don't forget that I am depressed as well; in fact I am becoming glummer by the day.

I wonder why people won't discuss things; talk about things. Are they afraid that they may not have an "answer" and so would prefer not to risk talking about it? Do they not know that talking about some problem or other sometimes produces an answer? Even if it doesn't produce an answer, just the process of talking often helps.

The Buddhists say that two things should be avoided at all costs: Hope and Fear. Most people would agree about fear but not about hope. I can understand what the Buddhists mean. Fear and hope are both about the future. Live in the present. If you can.

Actually, I think that both Hope and Fear (as we know it) were acquired when we attained consciousness (self consciousness). You can see why Fear is a useful emotion: it forces you to do something when faced with immediate danger.

The caveman hears the bellow of the woolly mammoth and legs it back to his cave. But I bet he didn't spend a sleepless night worrying about all the woolly mammoths he might meet the following day. Also, I don't imagine he hoped that the woolly mammoths would die out - or anything else, in fact. You can only hope and fear (as we practice it) if your 
brain is developed enough to have a sense of the future.

I am having a cup of tea. That's what we English do when things look bleak: we make a cup of tea.
I am not writing any more just now. This doesn't mean that I have nothing to say... but I shall wait until I hear from you.

George