It is only a couple of days till the big day and I don’t think I have felt less Christmassy before. I just seem to be going through the motions at the moment, I have tried to get in the mood but I just does not seem to be there.
For the first time in years the wife is working Christmas eve (and the day before as well) so I will be on shopping and errants duty those two days. It does not help that we don’t get paid until Christmas eve, so there will be an early morning raid on the supermarket on Tuesday. I think it is going to be a long week.
Went for the ultra sound scan on my calf’s last week, doctor only had it down to look at my right calf (which tore about 8 weeks ago) but I informed him that the left one was also a problem and that it tore about two weeks ago. After scanning both calf’s he was able to confirm that the left calf had torn but could only see indication of previous damage in my right and that was it. Now it is back to my GP to see what he says.
I had to go to head office on Thursday to complete a job that would take me about 20 minutes (it is a five hour round trip), but it meant I would not have to rush around when I was back in work in the new year (a new wood router is being installed). When I got to the factory the desk that was going to be built to house the PC turned into a large metal cabinet, problem one, some of the cables were now too short. Problem two, I went to hook the PC upto the network and nothing, dead, a quick word with the electrician who wired the new network sockets in and he told me that they had not been connected up yet despite me being told that it was all ready for me to connect it all up. So the electrician got the hump as it had to leave what he was doing and connect the network up. It was while this was happening that a major incident happened. I heard somebody had collapsed, it was only when I went outside that I noticed the three paramedic cars, one ambulance and the emergency helicopter!! Turns out the guy had a major heart attack, the four first aiders at work kept the guy alive doing cpr (the paramedic words, he could not praise them enough for what they did) until the first paramedic arrived. It was nearly an hour before the guy was stable enough to be put into the ambulance and driven to where the helicopter had landed (about quarter a mile way) and taken to hospital.
After the ambulance had left the paramedic called everybody together and explained what had happen and what they had witnessed (the incident happen in the middle of the factory in clear view of everybody) and the (then) current status of the patient. It was a quiet sombre affair but the paramedic could not praise the first aiders enough for the work they did before he arrived. Last I heard the patient was serious but stable and sedated in intensive care. Hope he pulls through, it is never a good time for anything like that to happen, it even harder at Christmas time.
Well as it is Christmas (even if I don’t feel like it) and there a lot of tunes I could choose for “the post tune” but I decided to keep it short simple.
Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Just a mid week update to the story in my previous post, Specialized were left with egg on their face after it became apparent they did not own the Roubaix trademark and had no rights to threaten Cafe Roubaix with legal action or register the name as their trademark in Canada.
You can read the full story here
For once there was justice for the little guy
Was going to talk about my calf muscles again but I guess you are bored with me moaning about them as I am with the calf muscle problem.
So instead lets have a look at one of the biggest cycle companies on the planet putting the squeeze on a little shop because of a name. Read the full story here but the short story is the guy has named his shop after the world famous Paris-Roubaix cycle race and Specialized (the bike manufacturer for those who are not into cycling) have traded marked the name “Roubiax” as one of their range of road bikes and are now demanding the Cycle shop change its name, what gives them the right? In the first place surely first claim to the name “Roubiax” goes to the town of Roubiax so what right have Specialized got to claim it as a trade mark?
Being a new small business he cant afford to defend the legal challenge so it looks as though he is going to have to capitulate to the bullies at Specialized legal department. I think the guys at Specialized need to take a step back and look at the damage they are doing to their image as a global company and sit down around a table and sort it out properly to the satisfaction of both parties, after all, this is the season of goodwill.
I am referring to the ongoing issue with my legs (and before anybody want to call me selfish\self pitying
After the cold wet cloth treatment closer inspection revealed that with pin point accuracy I managed to burn one toe (the one next to the big toe), it was bright red and painful. I was unable to wear a sock or a shoe as it would rub on the toe, so I spent the rest of the day with a very cold foot. I caught the toe in bed a couple of time during the night so when the alarm went off this morning I just turned over and went back to sleep. By mid morning I had manage to coax a thick sock onto my foot (I found the thin socks had a seam across the top of the toes which rubbed the burnt toe), I was able to put a pair of loose trainers on and walk OK.
So we decide to go and do a bit more shopping (dads\husbands taxi again), so we went to the cash and carry and I had no problem walking around felt quite OK. Even started thinking about charging the bike light up and going out tomorrow night. Unable to get my son any trainers we had to one of those retail parks, no where to park so end up quarter of a mile away parked at the side of the road. Walking back towards the retail park and twang, the calf muscle in my left leg goes (makes a change to the right one). Faced with continuing on and walking (hobbling) around all the stores (you know what women are like) or hobbling back to the van, I opted for the latter.
Thoroughly peeved off does not come anywhere close to how I feel at the moment I want to get out on the bike but this stupid body of mine wont let me. I must have upset somebody somewhere real bad as the amount of bad luck I am getting cant be for nothing.
I did get out and ride last week and it damm well nearly killed me, I had to walk up a couple of humps on the way back home as my legs were dead, but I enjoyed it, I still enjoy riding, I just want to ride my bike but this body wont let me…………..
Well a slice of old music from Slade (no not that one)…..
Love them or hate them the lorry and its driver is a apart of everybodies daily live. They collected the milk from the farm that you are pouring on your cereal, they delivered the fuel that is your car that you are driving to work. They delivered the chairs that you sit on at work, they delivered the food to the shop where you are buying your sandwich for lunch. What ever your feelings about them, they play a major part of our life’s.
I cant think of anything that does not travel by lorry, ok maybe not electricity then but how many items that comes to your house have not journeyed on a lorry as part of their travel?
Much of my early life has involved lorries, my dad was a lorry driver and many a school summer holidays (and many other days as well) was spent sat in the passenger seat as he drove the lorry around the south of England delivering to farms (company he worked for delivered grain and animal feed). In time I started working for the same company in the garage servicing the lorries for a few years. I then moved out to Australia for 18 months servicing a fleet of refuge trucks. That was the last time I had any direct contact with trucks, I have had a few jobs since that have seen me loading or unloading lorries.
The picture below is the earliest type of lorry I can remember my dad driving, I don’t know if he drove this actual one I know there were three of them based at Poole in Dorset and he drove one of them for a while, the lorry in the picture was registered in 1963 and I am guessing I can remember dad driving one around 1967\68 (I never got to work on the lorry below but they still had one of those trailers and that was in the early 1980’s)
The reason for this reminiscing is my dad died 11 years ago on the 10th Nov. I never took up the lorry driving (although I did drive the lorries around the Poole site which gave me a small insight into driving them), I left the driving to my younger brother who pasted his HGV 1 test the day before dad died and now drives up and down the country in a custom painted Mercedes articulated lorry.
The first picture is a close up of the “The Hangover”, which my brother drives. Named and painted after the film The Hangover The second picture shows all three custom painted lorries on the Dalton Fleet, the other two being Rocky and The Avengers. This picture was taken at a benefit run in support of a local girl (Southampton where Daltons are based) who had died from cancer (hence the pink ribbons on the front). The final picture show that these lorries are not just for show they have to earn a living and here they are parked up at Lymm Truck stop on their way to Scotland a couple of weeks ago.
While many lorries driver go to work on a Monday morning and are back home for tea that night, many lorry drivers leave home one days and then don’t return home again for five or six days. Some lorry drivers even drive overnight, how do you think you got that parcel delivered to you on next day delivery??
So the next time you are about to shout at a lorry that is holding you up, think before you shout at it, because without that lorry many of the things you take for granted in your life may not be there if that lorry was not trundling along in front of you.
Drive safely everybody