What Folly is this?

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What is a folly?

a costly ornamental building with no practical purpose, especially a tower or mock-Gothic ruin built in a large garden or park.

Well we used to have them in the UK, Dallam tower was a folly just behind the school I first taught at. It was my understanding that it was a Victorian concept, it wasn’t so much a fake or mock up but a tribute to something that was a much larger creation or edifice

Our folly is for the great Hundertwasser project. Whangarei is great fan of Hundertwasser and is set to create a beautiful piece of architecture based on designs made in the Hundertwasser style. It divided a community.Many thought the idea was ludicrous and the building would look ridiculous. I quite liked the idea, a bit of higgledy-piggledy add a splash of colour, who can possibly object to that?

So is it really a folly? It is ornamental and serves no other purpose than to be aesthetically pleasing…but it that the case? It should be a tourist draw-card and make us all feel a little bit better about our town and our lives. Hayley has been working in the Fudge Farm, a delightful little shop at the Town Basin, it serves simply the best ice-cream in town and as we made our first homage to the Folly, we stopped for a lemoncurd small cone and she said it had been “busy as” all weekend. The car park and occupied tables back this theory up to. So perhaps it isn’t a folly after all. Perhaps it is a Wislly instead, something ornamental that has a wise purpose. Love to all. XXXX

Knickerbocker glory’s in tiger country.

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So you might not know what a knickerbocker glory is, I never had one but always coveted one…in every cafe we ever went in as a child I watched enviously as other children were given these beautiful treats by doting grandparents. I wasn’t the only deprived child, my husband also coveted a knickerbocker glory and never got one. This current generation with mcflurries and kiwiyo will never understand our loss, I suspect there must be something they covet…maybe it is cabbage or tapioca..or semolina…

Anyway I had to have surgery this week and it was classed as high risk and I am classed as high risk. I don’t have cancer, I have chronic diseases which is exactly like it sounds..chronic kind of slow and lingering. I have Rheumatoid Arthritis, Ulcerative colitis and a bit of Sjogren’s, I also bleed in surgery for no known reason and have allergies to a fair few antibiotics including penicillin and also a latex allergy, add in steroid dependency immunosuppressant drugs and I am quickly becoming the last person you want in your operating theatre we can now add in difficult intubation on more than one occasion and to be fair you wouldn’t touch me with a barge pole if you could help it.

It was my sixteenth surgery. That is my sixteenth surgery done with anaesthetic and cutting in Theatre, not including those other procedures like the colonoscopies, endoscopies, flexi-sigmoidoscopies, IVF procedures, MRI’s CT’s and minor intrusions.

There will be many of you out there that have been through more and many that have been through less but all I can tell you is that despite everything, which included losing 3 litres of blood in 2 minutes in my last surgery and nearly not surviving this one had terrified me the most. The sixteenth.

The sixteenth surgery was in tiger country. Not in my belly or my abdomen or some big roomy cavern but up my nose and into my head to the deep space beneath the brain that is called the sphenoid sinus. Tiger country because the membranes are all that stands between the scalpel and the brain, Tiger country because the membranes are all that stands between the scalpel and those major blood vessels and arteries. Tiger country because that is how Dr Shetty described it and that is how I found my peace on the afternoon of my surgery, he was going to be slow and careful and exercise stealth to remove the disease and infection from the tiger country.

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,

In the forests of the night;

William Blake.
The team were meticulous in their preparation, no sign of latex, blood products on standby and two full anesthetists as well as an anaesthetic technician and I was swallowed in the most wonderful blanket of fentanyl to wander through the forests in the thick of night to hide from the shadows of the tigers burning bright. It was so warm and I was in a cafe and I was going to be getting my first ever knickerbocker glory, it had been ordered and it was taking such a long time to come. My mouth watered at the thought of the coolness of the ice cream and the lusciousness of the fruit. It was so hot in the cafe and I needed air, so I sat on the step in the doorway to feel the breeze across my face, and there it was on its way out to me when they called me back. They were calling my name rousing me from my sleep and it was so warm and I wanted to wait and get my ice cream- my knickerbocker glory, but the calling wouldn’t let me stay and I had to waken.
It was over. Job done. Temperature had dropped to 35.8 so I was laden with heated blankets and on oxygen, despite their best efforts I had been a “challenging” intubation and my throat was raw and sore, and my right eye was watering from the sticky gel they had used to protect my eyes from being shut so tightly. I looked at the clock and checked the time. it was 15.45 and I was alive. 15.45 and I had survived and Dr Shetty had removed the disease and brought me safely back from the Tiger Country.
I cannot thank them enough.
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Pug Love

So we have become temporary pug sitters or pug parents. It seemed a good way of helping out a friend in need and this is a pug of princess proportions who has appeared in high fashion namely an edition of vogue.

She is like a food vacuum cleaner and any food that is on the floor for more than a matter of seconds is fair game and so far she has hoovered up several cat dinners as well as her own. I have learned to be vigilent and move the cat bowls as soon as the cats lose interest but to no avail- I fail on  a regular basis only to hear the snuffling and shuffling that indicates the cat dinner is lost forever. I have googled this phenomena and apparently it is a pug trait. Pugs do food. It’s not their fault. It is like scorpions do sting…well pugs do food.

So have we found our inner pug…do we feel the pug love.

I have to say she has won us over she might be the ugliest cat that our cats have ever seen, and she might not do long walks in leafy suburbs, she fell off the laundry doorstep the first night and now refuses to use that doorstep…but she is very endearing in an under the skin kind of way. She misses her real mum on a regular basis and is sometimes very very sad and then at other she is is playful as a puppy and excitedd to be in the world.

I hope her time with us is leaving a good impression I get the impression that in her sphere of experience we are probably the equivalent of hillbilly rednecks, but yes we have found some of our pug love. XXXX

 

 

 

 

November 1st…the All blacks won back to back…in the rugby world cup

Well England got knocked out right at the beginning. It is important to notice what goes on in the world, the events be they political, social or even entertainment- they are like the beacons on our road map of life. They guide us back to our memories. I was born in the year that England last won the world cup-football that is…not rugby and for some reason that always seems to give me some sense of connection, it was a year of something instead of a year of nothing, a year remembered for something positive and not something of despair. So there I am like a little tiny star in the sky anchored by this one single event. My daughters were born on a day of history. They were born on the day that NATO began its aerial bombing campaign on Yugoslavia. Strange that- in my youth Yugoslavia had become a holiday destination, but that day marked a change that would last for many years and Yugoslavia ceased to exist in our minds as a tourist resort. And well that is how quickly and suddenly things can change. Our lives are so fragile, the webs we weave so intricate and complex and in one tiny breath we live and die, laugh and cry, hope and regret. Today we win. The All blacks… we win back to back in the rugby world cup. For someone somewhere it will serve as a positive beacon to guide them on their way and to guide them back to their connections at some future point in time.