I have no survival instinct with regards to heat, I’ve discovered. My right hand has a large inch long scar from 2 months ago, burning my hand on the oven, and right next to it is an identical new wound made a week ago doing exactly the same thing. My ring finger is still peeling from where I tried to pick up a pyrex dish that had been in the oven for 30 minutes – my thumb and middle finger didn’t scar from that encounter due to being in water for 4 hours afterwards. My left wrist has a scar on the top from the oven again, and one on the bottom from the iron. I burnt the side of my left index finger on my hair straighteners this morning. I just don’t feel the pain intensely enough to move away!
Today we went to Pevensey Bay where there is a marina, and we had a lunch at a Harvester. The weather was abysmal – so gloriously hot yesterday with blinding sunshine, and so dismal today. However, some folk had it worse… poor Ding is excavating in Surrey. Apparently she got a bit damp today… poor lamb! We then went to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory – me and mum have already seen it but Nan hasn’t and we decided we’d rather see that again than Bewitched. Not much of a range! It was highly amusing still – although this time we were watching it with an audience with an average age of abour 2.5 years. They didn’t really get the jokes… They did enjoy the slapstick though.
Then we drove to Battle. I love Battle – gorgeous town. I did work experience at the vets there once before going to college. The vets has an amusing name – Senlac – it’s the olde name of the area. Means “lake of blood”, i.e. from the bastardisation of the French for that phrase. As we were parking I heard a phone going off. I couldn’t see anyone so spent a few seconds looking mightily confused. Turn out that the phone was on the roof of a car nearby. I called back the last number that called and got the owner’s daughter. Eventually decided to leave the phone in a local pub on her instructions. People seemed shocked that I’d bothered! Signs of the times… We met up with my Aunt and had a meal in the Italian in Battle. Very nice food – good looking Italian waiter as well. 😉
After that we drove back to my Aunt’s house for a coffee. Cousin Tols and her bf were there, and my uncle, so we had a coffee and a chat (well, I had a tea). And subsequently got a stomach ache.
I don’t know if you know, but I’m allergic to cows’ milk – I have to drink goats’ milk. However we ran out of goats’ a few days ago as we’re at my Nan’s, and because I always doubt I actually do have an intolerance to cows’ milk I’ve blithely accepted tea and cereal with cows’ milk since. Two days later a simple cup of tea causes stomach pains. So, I have learned something. I can get away with cows’ milk as a one off, say when visiting friends who naturally don’t stock alternative species’ milk, but I can’t drink it long term without unpleasant gut pains. Worth knowing!
I’m hoping to see my cousin tomorrow – her and her fiance live in a flat nearby that I haven’t seen yet, so I’m hoping to see them and their new pad tomorrow.
Mum’s now trying to teach Nan how to text. Nan has a mobile, and has had one for almost as long as me. Mum considers herself a textpert. They’ve had to turn off predictive text…
