Blood, Blood, Glorious blood!

It's a strange experience watching your very own blood coursing unhindered through you very own veins (notice an exception to, i before e). Spelling matters to me, probably not as much as coursing blood, but it do. I was really surprised that the blood I could see, dashing along at furious speed, was red. I had no delusions of grandeur, I just assumed that an ultrasound picture would be monochrome. Not so, huge gouts of beautifully healthy red liquid, full of corpuscles, white cells, red cells. I felt like cheering, but any movement was met by the stern words, bouge pas. I bouge pasd. There is a certain aura exuded by les hopitals, les docteurs, et les infirmiers, that ensures instant and total obedience. I was pronounced tres bien, and told to allez chez vous. So nous sommes alles chez nous. It was definitely red, not blue. But it were Glorious tha knows!!!

Wood,Wood, Glorious Wood! ! !

I failed woodwork GCE, I've never worked out why. I did some really good stuff. I suppose it could be that I could never see why it was important to know the difference between a "gothic" column, and a "doric" column. I could see there was a difference, there are about ten different types, but who gives a bugger which is which. I was far too practical for a mere school, probably should have gone to a special school, they do have them. I'm preparing some gates for hanging, I'd like to be doing the same for a certain arrogant Frenchman at the builders merchants, but therein lies another tale. These gates are new and need hinges and painting, and tomorrow they shall be hanged by the hinges until declared satisfactory. I love this work, I find it completely satisfying. The new gateway is taking shape, get finished with the deliveries by waggon, and it'll be done in a couple of days. Not long now and we'll have a field shelter, it'll be part of the barn, but accessed from the field. Will the horses use it? I think so. I'm sure we'll find out. They'll use the gates....