Nice people thread part 3- Nice as pie

PasturesNew

I never go there ....

vivatifosi

PasturesNew wrote: »

I never go there ....

Do you get your butler to go there for you;)? You know, now you've got all those precious metals under your feet and all that.

PasturesNew

vivatifosi wrote: »

Do you get your butler to go there for you;)? You know, now you've got all those precious metals under your feet and all that.

The precious metals are in the poorest part of the county, the most dire and desperate. When they closed down all the mines everybody was out of a job and poor, in poor housing. All dire and dismal. So along came some money they called regeneration, which actually means "making shiny places, for posh people to buy and use", so the poor still sat with no jobs, while the housing looked grimmer and grimmer, except where the rich, brought in from the regeneration, snapped them up and gave them a makeover, then set the rent higher than the poor people could afford anyway - and rented them out as holiday flats. Doing this took the house prices from £30-40k up to £200k in recent years.... just like they show you how to do on the telly.

It's not a good area to visit. It's all run down and shabby and grubby and grim.

SingleSue

My hand and arm looks like it has been on the griddle. I dropped the rack on them from my halogen oven straight after it came out of the oven which had been cooking at 200 degrees!

So another trip to the A&E except this time it was for me.

LydiaJ

Oooh Sue. That sounds very painful. Hope the hospital were able to make you more comfortable.

SingleSue

Loads more comfortable than I was earlier! Some lovely magic cooling cream, some special dressings (arm looks like a patchwork quilt as does my hand) and then all wrapped up nicely to prevent infection...plus some lovely painkillers to top it off.

Good thing it is my right hand (which is already beggered)...I am left handed, so still able to function pretty much as normal.

PasturesNew

I'm not sure how you managed that. I've never seen a halogen oven, except in pictures, I presume you mean those big bowls with a light on top on the underside of the lid.

Kitchens are dangerous places, all that electricity and water in one place. It's best to stay out of them. Best place to stay is in the bedroom, in bed, with chocolates and a TV remote.

Get well soon Sue

SingleSue

Chocolates sound good!

The halogen oven is indeed one of those big bowl like things but inside the big bowl you have two racks, one on the bottom and one which has long legs and goes over the top. I had been cooking bacon on top rack and removed it with the tongs...unfortunately, in the act of putting the rack down on the work top (extremely hardy and non markable one), I didn't quite let go properly of the tongs and they caught the rim, which then upended the rack right onto my right hand and arm.

It was a dash to the kitchen tap for cold water and had that running over the burns, then got a pillow case (the first thing on top of the clean washing I had just got out) and soaked that in cold water wrapping over and around my hand and arm...and then carried on doing the bacon rolls!

I even drove myself to hospital with the pillow case still wrapped around my arm and hand...they make us hardy down here.

HAMISH_MCTAVISH

SingleSue wrote: »

...plus some lovely painkillers to top it off.

Mmmm...... painkillers.

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away......

Well actually, about 10 years ago, in a 3rd world country without the restrictions on narcotic painkillers that the western world enjoys.....

I burned my fingers.

To clarify, I lit a match with one hand in a most spectacular James Bond like fashion with one of those cardboard books of matches folded back between my fingers, and somehow (being clumsy) managed to light the entire book on fire and give myself third degree burns to the inside of my little and ring finger.

After swearing profusely and dipping my fingers in the nearest drink with ice in it, I went to the hospital.

The doctors, after much umming and ahhhhing........ settled into a rythmm. With a request to explain again, and again, and just once again for the trainee (because obviously he's never seen something that stupid before), exactly how I had managed to be daft enough to burn those fingers on the inside to such a degree that they had swelled to a point my wedding ring was cutting off circulation....

They then suggested it was quite serious and I may require skin grafts.

Promptly followed by "Oh, and by the way, we'll need to cut your wedding ring off if you'd like to keep the finger."

I wasn't sure which of the two scenarios upset me the most......

The thought of a middle eastern doctor peeling strips of skin from my thigh and grafting them to my finger, or the thought of a middle eastern doctor sawing through my Cartier wedding ring with a device that resembled an overgrown can opener.

I opted for the ring removal....

Much gold debris later, they dressed the fingers with some sort of hi-tech dressing and cream, and fed me some painkillers the like of which I'd never experienced before, and never have since.

Fortunately, the skin graft proved to be unneccessary, and equally fortunately, the painkiller prescription lasted longer than Mrs McTavish's rage at the destruction of a perfectly good Cartier ring because of some childish showing off with a book of matches....

But seriously, those pills were amazing. Not only did I feel no pain, I was completely immune to Mrs McT's nagging for a good two weeks.

It almost made it all worthwhile....

vivatifosi

Morning all,

Sorry to hear about your hand Sue, sounds as though it was painful before the pillowcase/dash to hospital/special cream. I hope it heals ok.

Did you know most astronauts are left-handed? Or at least the early Mercury and Apollo ones were anyway.