Friday, 28 August 2015

Apart from a new knee


A friend wrote and asked, ‘What are you doing while all this work is going on?’ That is an excellent question. It must look as if I am sitting on my bottom all this time, but in a sense I am. On June 2nd  I had a total knee replacement and it is rather a big op. It is nearly 3 months, but I am now beginning to glimpse what it will be like when I am totally over it. It has been hard to stand and walk, and the rest. But slowly, slowly, it improves. The docs say expect it to take 6-12 months.

The joys of underfloor heating 
Hot pipes to keep guests warm

Stefan suffered some nerve damage after several operations on his back, with the result that it is very hard for him to keep his feet warm in winter. We have a wood burning stove and central heating in London, but no good.
In our Polish house, we have underfloor heating. Suddenly he was warm, the first time for years. Not only is the floor and house warm but there are no radiators taking up wall space, an added bonus.





Ever used Commie loo paper?
I have.
One of Stefan’s cousins is married to a builder. He is a good man, I met him in London. He works like a bulldozer and with his equally hard working wife they have not only raised their now independent children, but have built their own, rather splendid, enormous house in northern Poland. While he still works, she manages the garden and grows and preserves their own produce. They are generally doing alright; they could afford decent loo paper. The brutal fact is they both hate to part with money. Though toilet paper in Poland costs pennies, in their house I have used that dreadful apology that Wikipedia describes as tissue,
that was all that was available in Communist times. It is grey, corrugated, limp paper that separates immediately from the supporting paperboard core, leaving it to drift around aimlessly while you try to catch the end. It’s a mess and it doesn’t absorb anything.  Not recommended. No pic.

This week’s sadness
The razing of Palmyra is discussed here. I can add nothing.


Comparative dentistry
London, UK:
It costs £44. It takes 15 mins. Equipment: minimal. Appointments need to be made far in advance as she only works Saturdays.
Warsaw, Poland:  First it has to be noted Stefan is a long time patient at this rather posh surgery.
We arrived for his appointment and on request they agreed straight away to clean my teeth; no previous arrangement had been made.
Cost, £40. It took 45 minutes. Equipment: state of the art. Teeth felt fantastic, though it was dead painful.  Who will I use in the future? No contest.

Tile tip
I was pretty upset when I saw what colour grout Stefan had used for our lovely wet room.  He is a fabulous craftsman, as anyone who knows him will testify, and tiling is his specialty. But he is not trained in the arts, and brown grout for very light tiles was no problem for him.
I realize life is short and horrible things are happening all over the place, but just now, grout takes precedence. I wasn’t losing sleep, but it was a problem. Do I dig it out and get Stefan to regrout? He was unenthusiastic.
Then the aha moment.  I happened to have brought that very fine product, Lascaux white acrylic, which I rubbed in and which did the trick. It took an hour, job done.



PS. The reason there is no before pic is because the minute we crossed into Poland my phone demanded, for the first time ever, a security code without which, nothing. Whatever I tried failed to work, so, no phone. I researched enough to know treatment would mean back to factory settings, losing everything including the before pic, so I decided a tablet, 2 computers and Stefan’s 2 phones were maybe sufficient gadgets to get through till we return.  Rough times.

Next week: cheesecake, art and neighbours

















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