Scribblings from the Mitchy Side

South face of bedroom scaled. Weather good so far, morale is still high.

:)

About to lug three dustbin bag loads of crap to the bins. I hate this bit, it's more exhausting then the tidying up, but it'll be good when they're gone and I have room to move in my room again. Course, I still have the north face to tackle but first I have to go down the shops. My hoover is officially dead so I'm buying a new one, plus I need to get Christmas presents. So I will brave the seething hordes in WGC. Wish me luck!

ETA: Bought a hoover but they didn't have one in stock so it's being delivered next Saturday. Hmf. I will have to coax the old one into managing an asthmatic wheeze or two and see if it makes any impression on my bedroom carpet.

Bought the Christmas pressies. Hurrah!

North face of room scaled as much as I'm gonna. :)

So that leaves the lounge windows and I think I'll just get up early and clean those. No, don't laugh! I have to be up early anyway, Jenni arrives at 9.30am :)

I wear a gold man's signet ring on the middle finger of my left hand. It belonged to my Dad and my Mum gave it to me the night before she remarried. It's probably one of my most valued possessions, totally and utterly irreplaceable.

However, the knuckle on that finger has swollen in recent times and it has been years since I've been able to take the ring off. In fact, the last time I tried, I succeeded in getting the ring as far as the knuckle and there it jammed so badly my finger turned blue. Much wrenching and swearing later, I managed to get it back down my finger and came to the conclusion I would have to have the ring cut off and resized. And I've kept meaning to do it but not got around to it.

Well today I was walking past a jewellers and on an impulse went in. There was no charge for cutting the ring off so I had that done. The gizmo they used to cut the ring was pretty neat. It was a small saw, the shape of a pizza cutter, on a vertical axis, attached to one arm of the gizmo. The end of the other arm was a thin curved bit of metal with a slight rim. This was slipped between the ring band and my finger. Then the other arm with the saw was lowered into place and the saw turned with a little key, like a tin opener. Took about 10 seconds to saw through the band. The only painful bit was when the jeweller guy had to use two thin tipped pliers to prise the bands apart so that I could get my finger out.

I have to wait several weeks now before I can get the ring re-sized, so that the knuckle swelling can reduce, it it's going to, as much as possible. So obviously I can't wear the ring. And I hate it, I feel bereft. That ring has been there so long, my hand looks bare without it. And it feels like I've lost my connection to my Dad. Silly, I know, he's in my head and heart as much as he always has been and always will be. But I really don't like being without his ring. And now I'm paranoid about keeping it safe for several weeks. I'll be a lot happier when it's back on my finger where it belongs.