Monday, 13 April 2015

Ten things

Outdoor tables and chairs under large umbrellas in the sunshine by the sea
Greece, June 2014
This post is pretty close to a rant. It's true that I have been feeling a bit stressed and the four-day weekend for Easter was very welcome. Normal service should be resumed very soon with calm, considered blogs of an informational and entertaining nature. I hope so, anyway.

1. Sensational media reports based on a flawed interpretation of a journal article or on something made up by a journalist or a celebrity

"Did you see the TV programme last week about how eating saturated fat is good for you? I've switched back to butter."

"I read in a magazine about how you will lose weight if you eat nothing at all after 5 p.m."

"I cut this article out of the newspaper about kale smoothies reversing diabetes."

"This website says that chia seeds will melt fat."

"The Daily Mail says that eating blackberries brings your blood glucose down."

"It says there's a new cure for diabetes."
FACT: It's all rubbish, ignore it. If you are overweight and want to reduce your blood glucose and improve your diabetes control, then eat less carbohydrate and lose weight. If you want to lose weight, you need to eat less, and ideally move more. The dietitian's job is to help you find a successful way to do all this, not spend half a consultation explaining how journalists are perfectly free to MAKE STUFF UP and are paid handsomely for it.

2. I can't possibly eat any less

The patient declares that there's no way they can eat any less than they already do. "I don't have any appetite," they say. "I eat like a bird. My two-year old grandson eats more than I do." The account they give of their daily diet consists of a small bowl of cereal for breakfast, half a tin of soup for lunch, and one slice of toast and a tin of sardines for supper. Between meals: black tea and coffee with sweetener. "I can't understand it," they say.

FACT: You are eating more than this, and you know it. Or maybe you don't know it. Either way, you're eating more than this or you wouldn't weigh 20 stone.

3. Artificial sweeteners

"Aren't they as bad as sugar? I read they cause cancer. They're full of chemicals, really bad for you. I wouldn't touch them."
FACT: Artificial sweeteners are safe. They're calorie-free. They're carb-free. THEY ARE FINE, STOP BEING STUPID.

4. Exercise

"I would lose all this weight if I could exercise, but I can't."

"I'd love to go out for a walk, but my back/hip/knees are too painful."

"My dog died and I put on 10 pounds."
FACT: exercise is incredibly good for us - it brings down high blood glucose levels, makes us feel good, strengthens muscles and helps stabilise joints - but the amount of calories burned by ordinary people who increase their activity level is about equivalent to a sandwich. If you're a typical overweight person you won't lose weight by exercise alone, and you'll probably reward yourself with more calories than you used up. But go out for a walk anyway, because the other benefits of activity are so worth it. And then start eating less.

5. Honey

"I've cut out all sugar, I don't have any now. I put honey in my tea and on my porridge instead."

"Honey's natural so it must be better than sugar."
FACT: Sugar is processed from plants by people; honey is processed from plants by bees and then people. Honey will have the same effect on your blood glucose and your waistline as sugar. Sorry to disappoint you, but YOU ARE DELUDING YOURSELF.

6. Fruit and fruit juice

"Fruit juice is healthy, isn't it? It's natural."

"I buy the fruit juice labelled 'no added sugar.'"

"I've stopped snacking on biscuits, and I'm having lots and lots of fruit instead."
FACT: fruit juice has more sugar in it than lemonade, and nearly as much as Coke or Pepsi. Why would a manufacturer need to add more sugar to a product that's already 10% sugar? Yes, whole fruit is better, but you're not helping your blood glucose levels if you have more than a handful at a time. And the 'five-a-day' message? Well, it's perfectly OK to have five portions of vegetables and no fruit at all.

7. 'Full of sugar'

"I stopped having ketchup on my chips - it's full of sugar."

"Those pasta sauces are full of sugar."

"I don't eat grapes or bananas any more; the nurse told me they are full of sugar."

"I have muesli now - cornflakes are full of sugar."
FACT: There's far more 'sugar' in your chips than in your dollop of ketchup, more in your large bowl of pasta than in the couple of tablespoons of pasta sauce, and no less in your bowl of muesli than there was in your cornflakes. It's all about the carbs. Grapes and bananas are fine, but have a handful of grapes or a small banana, not the whole punnet or a banana the size of a baseball bat.

8. The Menu Plan

"Just tell me what to eat."

"Can you just give me a menu plan?"
The lifestyle magazines are always printing "a menu plan for a week". We love them. I love them. If only we could just follow the plan to the letter, it would be so easy and we'd reap the promised benefit. But then we look through them - one muffin? Half a grapefruit? 300g kale? What do we do with the five other muffins that came in the pack of six, or the other half grapefruit, and I'm not allowed grapefruit anyway, and kale comes in 500g packs, and I don't like kale, and it's too expensive to eat all that fish, and I don't like fish except tinned tuna. What do I do in week 2 - just repeat week 1? My wife does all the cooking and we eat curry and chapatti not sausages and potatoes...

FACT: Menu plans are useless, and I don't have one for you. You'll have to work it out for yourself. Sorry.

9. "You're telling me I can't have..."

Honey. Rice. Sugar puffs. Fruit juice. Potatoes.

NO, I'M NOT TELLING YOU WHAT YOU CAN AND CAN'T HAVE. What I'm telling you is the effect that it will have on your weight, or your blood glucose. You can have whatever you like, whenever you like, because it isn't me that will put on weight or need to inject insulin, it's you. If you want to start the day with a Pepsi, that's fine, but if I were you, I wouldn't do it, like I wouldn't walk into the road without looking, or swim in the sea when there's a red flag flying. But if you want to, you go ahead.

9a. 'Good' and 'Bad' food

There is no such thing as good or bad food - nothing is forbidden. It's good to eat a lot of some foods and a little of others, and hey! it's bad to eat a lot of some foods and a little of others. Eat what you like, it's your decision and you will have to live with the consequences. My job includes making sure you are aware of what those consequences might be.

10. Low blood sugar

"I had to have a sandwich because my blood sugar was low."

"I can't sleep unless I have a glass of milk and a biscuit before bedtime."

"I need a snack to keep me going."
FACT: if you 'need' a regular snack then your insulin needs adjusting down. If you're not on insulin (or gliclazide or another insulin-stimulating medication) then you don't 'need' a snack, you just want one - you will never have low blood sugar. Grow up, you're not a toddler any more.

Tuesday, 7 April 2015

Drawing class

The class with their drawings
Drawing class, March 2015
Mr M's birthday was in February, and long before that date Lola II had been planning a surprise. Ever since they both went to a Members' Event at the British Museum and were encouraged to make a pencil drawing under the guidance of a drawing teacher. Lola II considered Mr M's drawing to be very fine, and it is now framed and hanging on the wall. So the surprise was to be a drawing lesson with this same teacher, Anna, but at their home and together with six other people, of whom I was one.

Anyone can tell you that keeping secrets is not my strong point. Admittedly I am better at it than Mr A or mum, who given a chance will be certain to say the wrong thing - I just find it very difficult to lie when faced with a direct question. Which is why I feel proud to say that I did not give the game away, even when asked a week before the big day by Lola II in the presence of Mr M: when would I next be in London? I said it was a secret, which was true.

The surprise had to include the provision of lunch, as Lola could not be seen to assemble food for nine people when Mr M was expecting to go out to a drawing class somewhere else. An online food order was delivered to me ahead of time and I brought it with me. There were also undercover assignations in a local cafe, secret bedmaking and no doubt more subterfuge that I was unaware of. Anyway, it all went swimmingly and Mr M was surprised and we had a full day of lessons, in which we were taught how to draw faces.

Drawing anything is pretty difficult. I am no expert, but I've had a go at drawing things (long ago, admittedly) and no face I've ever drawn looks like a human face, let alone the person whose face it is. After a day being taught how to do it, I think the drawings I produced are not bad, and with practice I can see how it could be possible to achieve a proper likeness. I had a fantastic time.

Before hints and tips
Same face, later
First we were given pencils and told not to judge our own work but to move on if things got sticky. We had a couple of warm-up exercises with the pencil, and then were given a slightly out-of-focus face to copy, and some charcoal. I've never used charcoal before, but it was such fun. Teacher commented on our work, and told us about tricks and techniques to use, and I produced a face. My first face belonged to a man, which was a pity because the picture I was copying was of a woman, but using the advice provided I remodelled it and suddenly it transformed into a female face. I still don't know how that happened.

After lunch we had a different face to copy, using pencil this time. That was fun too, and I drew a respectable face (the one in the picture at the top of the blog), but I love the charcoal one much more - in fact, I love it so much that I may frame it. Of course Mr M and Lola II drew lovely faces too, but this is my blog all about me. Oh all right, here's Lola II and her drawing, from pretty early on in the day.

Unfortunately we don't have a picture of Mr M and his drawing except in the group photo at the top. Happy Birthday Mr M!

Sunday, 29 March 2015

What I've been reading

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The Heart of the Matter
by Graham Greene
"Scobie is a highly principled officer in a war-torn West African state. When he is passed over for promotion he is forced to borrow money to send his despairing wife away on a holiday. In her absence he falls hopelessly in love with Helen, a young widow, and his life is transformed by the experience."
There's no denying that Mr Greene is a very fine writer. His characters are minutely described, and so real that I can almost understand how a Catholic fears mortal sin. I can see them in my mind's eye, and a pretty unappealing lot they all are. And that's the only problem with this book.

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Moon Tiger
by Penelope Lively
"The elderly Claudia Hampton, a best-selling author of popular history, lies alone in a London hospital bed. Memories of her life still glow in her fading consciousness, but she imagines writing a history of the world. Instead, Moon Tiger is her own history."
I'm puzzled at how good this book is. The narrator is dying. She has lived a full life, and describes some of it. She is not particularly likeable, she has been a poor mother and a challenging individual to friends and family, but for a very brief period during the second world war she is in love, and it is requited, and the reader understands and forgives her the rest.

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Cover Her Face
by P. D. James
"On the same day as the St Cedd's church fete in the grounds of her home, Martingale, Mrs Maxie learns of her son Stephen's engagement. By the next morning, her new parlourmaid, Sally Jupp, is dead."
A proper old school detective story, with clues, suspects, motives, and opportunities to guess the murderer. I thought I had read PD James before, but I don't think I have after all. Maybe I'll try a few more.

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The Lost Duke of Wyndham
by Julia Quinn
"Jack Audley has been a highwayman and a soldier. What he is not, and never wanted to be, is a peer of the realm. But when he is recognized as the long-lost son of the House of Wyndham, his carefree life is over."
Not a challenging read, but fine for the eternity of time between returning starving to the hotel after skiing and the dinner service. I'm nearly done with Julia Quinn, because although she writes quite nicely, the plots of the books I've read so far are awfully similar.

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Homage to Catalonia
by George Orwell
"Orwell volunteered as a militiaman in the Spanish Civil War, and here he describes with bitter intensity the bright hopes and cynical betrayals of that chaotic episode: the revolutionary euphoria of Barcelona, the courage of ordinary Spanish men and women he fought alongside, the terror and confusion of the front, his near-fatal bullet wound and the vicious treachery of his supposed allies."
If there had been such things as blogs in those days, this chronicle would have been published in that format. It is of its time and very political, although he does describe very vividly what it was like to serve in this particular conflict, the vast gulf between idealism and pragmatism, and the role of journalism in misrepresenting everything that occurred. These at least are the messages that I took away; I have to admit to still being somewhat mystified about the different factions: Anarchist, Socialist, Fascist, Communist, and where the Government stood among all these parties.

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A Dark-Adapted Eye
by Barbara Vine

narrated by Harriet Walter
"Like most families they had their secrets, and they hid them under a genteelly respectable veneer. No onlooker would guess that prim Vera Hillyard and her beautiful, adored younger sister, Eden, were locked in a dark and bitter combat over one of those secrets."
The second Barbara Vine book I've listened to, and another good one. It starts by declaring who has committed the murder, and then you spend the rest of the book finding out who was murdered and why. Unlike the classic crime fiction where you don't know who did it until the end, this is more of a 'whydunnit'. High quality narration as well.

Tuesday, 24 March 2015


Union jack bedding, curtains and lampshade
Mamas Inn Boutique Hotel, March 2015
Last weekend was the umpteenth birthday commemorative weekend that Lola II and I have spent together, and this year's host city was Nottingham.

The journey north was fairly straightforward apart from being stopped by a police car - my mistake was turning my headlights off when dropping off Mr M and forgetting to turn them on again. Trying to navigate through the city, Lola II's phone refused to find a GPS signal and my phone insisted on directing us to go the wrong way along one-way streets at every opportunity, which left me thoroughly traumatised, especially given the police incident. Eventually we reached 'Mamas Inn Boutique Hotel', and it was AMAZING.

David and Marina and poster: People who love to eat are always the best people
The owners told us they had bought it less than a year ago and decorated each room in the style of a city - ours was 'London' but there was Venice, New York, Tokyo, Paris and more. In our room there were Union flags on every item including bedding, curtains, dressing gowns, flip-flops, bath flannels, lampshades, waste paper bins and a wardrobe made to look like a red telephone box.

And the food. The food was also wonderful - the best B&B breakfast I've ever had. A bowl of fruit followed by perfectly cooked eggs, bacon, sausage, beans, hash browns and toast, and a tiny little choc chip muffin to finish. We tried the continental breakfast and pancakes next day. I can highly recommend Mamas Inn, and would go to Nottingham again just for the opportunity to stay there.

On Saturday we decided to go to Wollaton Hall and Deer Park. Although this was my first visit, the Hall seemed to me to be one of those places that you get taken to as a child and then becomes part of your childhood lore, drawing you back as an adult to revisit the wonders that made such an impression in those early days. My place of childhood wonders was the Natural History Museum in London, with its dodo and the reconstructed dinosaurs and the blue whale skeleton. Wollaton Hall's wonders, however, were much more eccentric and strange - the wall of animal heads, George the Gorilla, the tiger in the stairwell (or was it a lion? I forget). It seemed to exist in a time warp, slightly scruffy and reminiscent of the 70's.

Although there is no charge for entry to the Hall or Park, we decided to pay for a tour, and what a tour it was. The guide was astonishingly bad - Lola II struggled to actually understand what was being said, and I struggled to keep from laughing most of the time. She would talk about an aspect of the furniture or paintings or stonework or household staff, and we had no idea at all what she was talking about - she would wave in a general direction and we would look desperately around trying to locate the 'bushes', or the 'lions in the style of Venice' or whatever. The two best comments for me were firstly in the kitchen, where she encouraged us to pick up and handle the pies and meat - which were models made of plastic. The other was down in the cellar where she showed us the fresh water spring. "You can drink the water," she told us, "although I wouldn't. There was two girls on the tour the other day, and they drank some, but they was all right afterwards."

Dome and staircase
Council House
The weather was wintry, but we spent an hour or so walking around the Park and its environs before heading back to the hotel to get ready for the evening. I lived in Nottingham for a year and deliberately avoided going to a highly-rated Japanese restaurant just so that Lola II and I could go together. It was very good, and worth the wait.

After that we went to the cinema. I had looked in vain for anything more cultural, but there wasn't a single theatre performance or concert in the whole city on Saturday night, except at Rock City. So we went to the pictures.

On Sunday we decided to visit the city itself, and after visiting the best public toilets I've ever been to we had a tour of the Council House. This time the guide announced herself to be an accredited Blue Badge guide, but there was still a touch of the insane about her - Lola II thought she might be a frustrated actor. We met Mr M and other friends in the Galleries of Justice museum where we declined to take the tour but looked around the free galleries showing stuff about World War I and an confusing account of the detection and trial of a serial murderer. Then we had lunch, and cake, and it was time to go home.

Lola II and union jack picture, cushions and dressing gown

Thursday, 19 March 2015

PDR, VLC group and DUK PC

Tortoiseshell butterfly on pink flower head
Peckover House, August 2014
I haven't written much about work for a while, so here goes.

I had my annual Personal Development Review (PDR), I hosted our monthly Very Low Carbohydrate group, I went to the Diabetes UK Professional Conference in London, and of course there were the usual clinics.

It's going quite well, although I'm having rather too many good ideas. When I have good ideas I tend to get a bit obsessive, the ideas blossom and grow, they expand beyond the available space and instead of a tidy achievable project designed to meet defined goals I end up imagining the biggest, best, most complete and perfect solution to put an end to all conflict in the world. Then I realise it's totally unachievable and start to doubt whether I can do anything at all. I have a good deal of respect for people who can come up with a sensible and successful idea, put together a plan and then see it through into practice.

I'll give a small example - Carbs and Cals. This is a book, and much more. The author is a Diabetes Dietitian who got together with a photographer friend and took photographs of different portion sizes of various foods, then put them in a book with labels showing the amount of carbohydrate in grammes and the calories in each portion. It was the perfect solution to a problem faced by every person with Type 1 Diabetes and a lot of those with Type 2 - how much carbohydrate is in that portion? Carbs and Cals will show you.

The book was so successful that it has expanded to show Carbs, Cals, Protein, Fat and Fibre; there is a website, a phone app, flash cards, teaching resources and much more. One manufacturer in the diabetes world includes a copy of Carbs and Cals in the box with one of its blood glucose meters. Diabetes UK has lent its logo to the cover and sells the book via its online shop. I met the author at the conference last week. He is the nearest thing to an A-List celebrity in the diabetes world - every single person of the thousands in that conference centre would have heard of him and his book, but he seemed pretty modest and unassuming.

The point is, he came up with an idea and saw it through. He probably spent an immense amount of time and money on it, presumably found his own publisher, designer, editor, set up sales channels - and I can't tell you how much I admire and envy the talent and commitment he shows, because I think it is unlikely that he was given much time to do it at work - I don't know for certain, but I'm guessing he did it all in his spare time.

I want to create an online resource to support our patients who have taken on the very low carb lifestyle, and I am in the wild imagining stage. My idea has exploded to include more than a website: I am imagining a discussion forum, recipes, pictures, an app, published research papers, a blog, a secure section where people can record their blood results, live interaction with Dietitians, links to SMS text messages, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, anything and everything. I need to scale back my ambition and make it achievable. At the moment I cannot access any of these elements from work, due to restrictions imposed by the IT department. Almost everything is blocked and my browser is so old that many ordinary websites can't be used properly.

This project is one of my PDR objectives, so at least I should be supported to do it in work time, although I expect I will have to put in a bit of extra effort if I want it to succeed. My other main PDR objective is to get more involved in pump clinics. Up to now I've concentrated on acquiring the basic knowledge that applies to the majority, but for a number of reasons, this is a good time to focus down on the minority who use CSII - continuous subcutaneous insulin infusion, or insulin pumps.

The number of pump users is increasing as more adults acquire them, and as those who were started on pumps as children transfer into the adult service. Every adult on a pump should be equipped with the skills to use the pump effectively, but it is not so clear cut with children. Anyway, because the general level of diabetes knowledge and skill in the adult population with pumps, I have rather left them alone and concentrated on less able people coming to clinics. But our pump service is set to expand, and there is quite a lot I could be doing to help and support pump users. More on this at a later date, I expect.

The conference. It turned out to be pretty difficult getting funding to attend the conference. I approached the dietetic and diabetes departments and every industry manufacturer and rep that came within two feet of me, which was bordering on humiliating and completely fruitless. In the end, a colleague managed to get a company to pay our attendance fee, but nobody would stump up for accommodation. We eventually had to apply for funding to the hospital's charitable funds, and I got an email 15 minutes before the end of my last working day before the conference letting me know the accommodation cost had been approved. I won't get any reimbursement for travel.

Apart from this, the conference experience was excellent. Being fairly new to diabetes I hadn't been to this event before, but in my old life I had staged a conference with my team and have been to many in this country and in the USA. This one had a lot more money spent on it by the Pharma companies exhibiting and sponsoring the talks than in the world of disability and visual impairment, which shouldn't really have been a surprise.

I saw too much to write about here, but the highlights included:
  • a heated 'debate' between one maverick Dietitian who is promoting a diet high in saturated fat, and the rest of the dietetic community who don't believe that the evidence is strong enough to support this approach
  • a session on exercise and Type 1 Diabetes (this is one of the most complicated areas I've encountered yet)
  • a very useful summary of pump usage given that I'm going to be focusing on this area, and 
  • links with various people who talked to me about whether and how their NHS employer allows them to use state of the art technologies.
So lastly, my low carbers. I started to worry that the group would fizzle out - a few people have left, either because they are successful or because they can't manage it any longer, which is why I'm so keen to create something online to help them. For this month's meeting I bought a cookbook of Low Carb Gluten Free Vegetarian recipes which source their protein mainly from eggs, cheese and tofu, and I reckoned the group probably hadn't cooked with tofu before. So I cooked one of the recipes (teriyaki tofu with broccoli), bought a few different types of tofu (firm, silken, marinated) for the group to taste, and printed a selection of tofu recipes. It was one of the most successful meetings so far. And they are all doing well, still losing weight and maintaining great blood glucose control.

Thursday, 12 March 2015


Serrated leaves
Peckover House, August 2014
It took me a week to publish the last blog post; the whole week after my holiday was a bit too busy with badminton and work and other stuff, and the state of Lola Towers had deteriorated to the extent that when a friend dropped round briefly on Wednesday night (by the way, this NEVER happens) I was very glad indeed that she didn't need to visit the bathroom.

On Thursday I played in a badminton match and I was unexpectedly offered two tickets to the international badminton in Birmingham on Friday night. Having had such a busy time during the week I did think twice about accepting, but couldn't resist in the end. It started at 5 p.m. and I got there at about 5.30, and it went on for ever. I left at 11.30 p.m. before the last match had even started.

The weekend was supposed to be quieter but that didn't happen either. I thought I would have a lie in, but my body clock had other ideas, and because I was awake early I decided to do a Parkrun, followed by house cleaning and a bit of necessary food shopping in town. As I came back from shopping, I glanced at the car, and my heart sank as I saw it had one completely flat tyre. Another job to do - not a difficult one, but it just added to the list of work for the weekend.

It almost turned into the stuff of nightmares. Let me tell you about locknuts. If you haven't changed a car wheel lately, you may not have come across them - one nut on each wheel (the locknut) does not have the usual hexagonal format but is a non-standard shape, and you have an adaptor that converts the special shape into a hexagon so it will fit the wheel spanner. It's intended to prevent the theft of wheels, but I hadn't ever given this much thought in all the time I've owned the car.

I went ahead with changing the flat for the spare wheel and driving up to a tyre repair place in town. As I was discussing the job with the chap there, I realised that I didn't remember storing the locknut adaptor in the car anywhere. I had driven away with it still attached to the wheel, and it had fallen off somewhere along the way.

Have you ever had that sinking feeling when all joy drains out of your heart and an awful doom hovers just over the horizon? Maybe you think you have lost something valuable and essential: a handbag, or a wallet, or the only set of keys to your house or your car, or you realise as you arrive at the airport to check in for a long-haul flight that your passport is at home 3 hours away. It is something that is quite easily misplaced, but maybe you have just looked for it in the wrong place, and if you look in the right place there it will be and everything will be all right, but if you really have lost it or left it at home then you face huge expense and so, so much annoyance and recrimination and disruption to your life.

The man in the tyre place explained what would happen if I really had lost the locknut adaptor. Of course it could be replaced, it is only about £40 for a new adaptor and the four matching wheel nuts, but without the correct adaptor for my current locknuts it wouldn't be possible to take off any of the wheels. He didn't go into detail about how much that job would cost. I just said I was going home to look for it.

It was there, lying in the middle of the road, only a few yards from where I had changed the wheel. When I picked it up, I actually kissed it.

After that the puncture repair proceeded without further incident. By the time I got home and fired up the computer for the first time that day and it reminded me about the monthly clarinet choir rehearsal, it was too late and I'd missed it. Saturday was not a good day. Sunday was better.

I was going to continue with work news of my annual review, very low carb and conference news, but I've run out of time - it will have to wait.

Saturday, 7 March 2015

Ski Italy

Mountain vista with blue cloudless sky
Courmayeur, February 2015
No time for much blogging, I'm still keeping busy but thought I'd just jot down a brief report for those who care what I've been up to. I've been skiing, in Courmayeur in Italy, and it was good. There were a couple of overcast days at the start when it snowed, then a couple of perfectly sunny days, and some that were in between.

Because I'm keen and showed up for the first minibus transfer before the lifts even opened, I met a group of seven Scots staying at my hotel who were happy to have me skiing with them, and equally happy when I peeled off to do my own thing. My own thing was not spending a lot of time having breaks, having small lunches, carrying on skiing for as long as I could manage, then back to the hotel for a shower before settling down for the long, long wait until dinner was served. Last year, when Mr A and I went to Austria, the hotel dished up dinner at six - perfect. This hotel didn't start the dinner service until half past seven, by which time I had been trying to find any sort of distraction for two hours or more in order to prevent me from eating my own shoes.

I got to know the guests at neighbouring tables at dinner as well as my Scottish adopted ski family. It wasn't too bad at all being a solo skier, and I had company when I wanted it, but most of the time I didn't. As well as 6 to 7 hours skiing a day I read five books while I was there... bliss. No injuries, but I don't think my technique improved, unlike the last time when I had three days of instruction included in the package. It did, however, cost half as much this time compared with that trip.

Back home - laundry, badminton, work and more. I should have a relatively quiet weekend, so maybe I'll have time to write about my annual review and the latest very low carb group meeting. Off to a badminton match now - ciao!

Selfie in ski gear with mountains

Saturday, 21 February 2015

Wet walls and Not Very Well

Signs of damp on the wall
Hall wall, February 2015
It's been busy, but when is it ever not busy? There was the 3rd Annual Gulloebl Film Festival (Random Chairs in a Darkened Room) - 1 screen, in 1 venue, across Europe. There has been badminton club, a badminton match, three different health-related issues, car stuff, a trip to the National Exhibition Centre in Birmingham to look at tents, and an evening out with work people. And work, of course, except I had the day off on Thursday for the NEC tent thing and to sit on the sofa feeling poorly watching Seven Psychopaths on DVD (confusing, odd, violent, but ultimately a film worth watching).

Health issue no. 1 is tennis elbow, which is new to me but many badminton players and the Interwebs gave me advice and suggestions which seem to have worked - ibuprofen, strapping, a bigger grip on my racquet, changing my computer mouse to the other hand, and resting the arm (guess which one I didn't do?) I'm about to have a week off badminton, so that may give it a chance to improve some more.

Health issue no. 2 is a small cold or flu which seems to be going around - it was quite bad for about 24 hours but is now just niggling in the background. I thought I was going to be proper ill for my skiing holiday, but with luck it will be gone in a couple of days.

Health issue no. 3 happened at the restaurant where we celebrated a work colleague's 65th birthday. The chair I sat on was broken, and when I pulled it towards the table I found the seat wasn't attached to the frame. I trapped my little finger which is now going purple and giving me problems typing the letter a (and q and z but I don't use them as much. I haven't been to any quizzes. Ouch).

On the bright side, Lola II and Mr M's film festival was a hit - I attended four screenings this time, and the previews, trailers and adverts before each film were of the usual high standard. I even helped to create several of the Chinema classics featured on the two 'Now That's What I Call Chinema' albums. My few moments of stardom are showcased here and here.

Most of the rest of the week was a bit less delightful, what with the elbow, and we lost the badminton match quite convincingly, and the cold/flu, and the finger, and I had to have the car windscreen replaced because of a long and growing crack, and the car is making a new rattling noise, and the burglar alarm has gone wrong so we can't turn it on, and the NEC show wasn't as good as I'd hoped. The show occupied 5 halls of the massive venue, but only one was showing tents and it was geared at the large family and glamping market so there was hardly anything in the smaller scale I was looking for. Sprayway Hood River 3 and Vango Aura 300 are the most likely contenders from the companies that were represented, but I'm going to have to do much more research because there's a lot more out there that wasn't at the show.

And my biggest achievement of the week - I've had the hall roof fixed! The blessed Alf is busy elsewhere, so I have found a substitute whom I shall call Elf. He came and had a look and diagnosed rotten felt, which he has replaced with a rubber membrane. He even provided pictures:

I think that Elf has done a good job, and there is plenty more for him to get stuck into. One of the ideas I have is for him to spend a day as my personal slave, fixing all the indoor things that are wrong, like re-hanging a door, fitting a pane of glass, that sort of thing.

Now it's time for me to get packing - I'll be back in about a week!

Friday, 13 February 2015

What I've been reading

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The Mysterious Stranger
by Mark Twain

narrated by Don Randall
"The stranger comes to a medieval village in the persona of a beautiful, lovable, yet exasperatingly amoral young man claiming to be the blameless nephew of the devil. Befriending a small group of boys, he expounds on the Moral Sense which distinguishes men from brutes, and changes the lives of many of the villagers."
This seems to be a fairly obscure work - Twain's last, published posthumously. My limited research suggests he'd had quite a bad time in his last few years, and perhaps this book reflects his disillusionment with his fellow man. The Stranger's philosophy is that humans are worse than animals, who do not deliberately inflict pain or death on each other in the name of religion or moral goodness, and that there is no god and all reality is an illusion. The narration is astonishingly bad for a commercial publication - there is an alternative version available so I don't know why I chose this one.

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A Brief History of Time
by Stephen Hawking
"Was there a beginning of time? Could time run backwards? Is the universe infinite or does it have boundaries? These are just some of the questions considered in an internationally acclaimed masterpiece by one of the world's greatest thinkers."
I went to see the film "The Theory of Everything" in between reading the previous science book "In Search of the Edge of Time" and starting this. The film is based on the book written by Hawking's wife and the science content is brief and tangential to the life story, but it made a nice trio. I first read this book not that long after it was published in 1986, and it's difficult to remember whether I found new information in it, but I can't deny the fine writing making the subject extremely accessible. It would be interesting to know how much of the content still holds true, and where our current knowledge of the subject differs.

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by Kurt Vonnegut

narrated by Ethan Hawke
"Billy Pilgrim is a man who becomes 'unstuck in time' after he is abducted by aliens from the planet Tralfamadore. We follow Pilgrim simultaneously through all phases of his life, concentrating on his shattering experience as an American prisoner of war who witnesses the firebombing of Dresden."
Although this was obviously written very much earlier and is set in a very different landscape, there are clear similarities with 'The Time Traveller's Wife', which is one of my favourite books. I wonder if the author of the latter has ever acknowledged the connection? Many of the reviews I've read compare this book to 'Catch 22', another of my favourite books, but that similarity is less clear to me - they say both books are funny, but I don't think they are. I'm sure this is fine literature, and it's certainly well written, but I was looking for meaning in the alien abduction, or some connection with the Dresden fire-bombing, but could find none. I find many 'classics' similarly unsatisfying. But then, 35 years ago I got an 'E' in my English Literature O level, so what do I know?

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On the Way to the Wedding
by Julia Quinn
"Unlike most men of his acquaintance, Gregory Bridgerton is a firm believer in true love - he is just biding his time until the right woman comes along. But when she appears in the rather lovely form of Lucinda Abernathy, Gregory is dismayed to discover that she is set to marry another man."
Another trashy Regency romance - I mooched three of them at once, so another two are on the shelf for easy reading when days are short and nights are long. Not in the least taxing, nicely written and so straightforward that I don't end up feeling that I've missed something. What I don't understand is how I can bear this type of book but can't stomach modern chick lit?

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The Pursuit of Love
by Nancy Mitford

narrated by Emilia Fox
"Longing for love, obsessed with weddings and sex, Linda and her sisters and cousin Fanny are on the look out for the perfect lover. But finding Mr Right is much harder than any of the young ladies thought."
This book is the first of the trilogy - I read the second one first (Love in a Cold Climate), which was a bit of a shame, but still enjoyed this immensely. The characters are so real! I didn't expect to like Nancy Mitford so much, but she does seem to have a habit of bringing the book to an end very abruptly. The story shows no sign of stopping even though the ipod says there's only 20 minutes to go, and then wallop! it ends. We'll see if the third book does the same thing.

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Londoners: The Days and Nights of London Now—As Told by Those Who Love It, Hate It, Live It, Left It, and Long for It
by Craig Taylor
"From the woman whose voice announces the stations on the London Underground to the man who plants the trees along Oxford Street; from a Pakistani currency trader to a Guardsman at Buckingham Palace - together, these voices and many more, paint a vivid, epic and wholly fresh portrait of Twenty-First Century London."
Lola II loaned me this book and it's very readable and rather good. Lots of different people talked to the author and he has simply transcribed their words into short chapters. He could have talked to a million more people and their stories would all have been as interesting as the ones he has chosen.

Monday, 9 February 2015

Continuing professional development

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Peckover House, August 2014
It's blimmin' cold. This is, of course, not unusual in the winter, but it's always at February time that I start to get impatient for better weather. It may be that the house - Victorian, no cavity walls - gently cools so that the heating becomes less effective as winter progresses, but I tend to wear thermals or a duvet if I'm going to be indoors and stationary for any length of time - like when I'm constructing these blog posts, for example.

I have been keeping myself busy with a lot of curricular and extra-curricular activities. I went to a very interesting meeting one evening about the new guidelines on treatment of Type 1 Diabetes that are due to be published this year by NICE. It is fairly esoteric and a bit technical; I thought about summarising the changes for the blog but it really would be of interest to only a very few, so I summarised the changes for my colleagues who weren't at the meeting instead.

This sort of thing is very useful for my professional registration. Every two years, 5% of registrants (i.e. practising Dietitians) are selected for audit of their competence to practice. This is based on evidence of activity during the previous two years that demonstrates that they have kept up to date with best practice through continuing professional development (CPD). Attending meetings is one of the activities that count, but it helps if you can demonstrate that you have reflected on the things you learned and applied them to your practice. Just attending isn't enough.

I am a bit obsessive about my CPD portfolio. I cut out articles from professional magazines, print blog posts, include copies of diet sheets that I have worked on - I assume that pretty much everything that I do could be deemed as evidence of CPD. They are very keen on reflection, so every so often I will consider something that has happened within consultations, and write a short reflective piece: "What happened? So what? What next?" Some of those Dietitians selected for audit have to piece together two years of CPD from looking at their diary and working it out from scratch, which is time consuming and hard work. If I am selected, I'm hoping it won't be too much effort to construct my account of the evidence that's needed.

I digress. One lovely bit of CPD is my DESMOND educator accreditation. As mentioned in the last blog post, I have now had my first Mentor visit, which involved being observed in two sessions, one about activity and the other about food and cardiovascular risk (fats and calories). The observer provided some really good constructive advice that I couldn't have worked out on my own - for example, I was aiming for open questions but kept starting with "Do you know...?" or "Does anyone know...?" which are actually closed questions masquerading as open questions. Very interesting, and I hadn't spotted that I was doing it until it was pointed out. The next phase ends with a final assessment at the end of March, if I can get things together that quickly.

Aside from work, I spent a weekend watching badminton in Crawley - the English National competition. Nowhere near as mind-blowingly good as the international competition that takes place annually in Birmingham, but I left it too late to buy tickets for the internationals and there weren't any good seats left. I booked a cheap last minute room in a very posh hotel and was very unimpressed when the TV didn't work, so they switched me to a room where the TV was fine but the heating didn't work, and when I complained again they supplied a convection heater. On the positive side, they had a little fitness room and I did my first ever run on a treadmill, which was much easier than running outside, so I ran further and for longer than ever before.

I spent Sunday at the falconry centre, helping them to get ready to open to the public again - I applied teak oil to wooden benches and moved large rocks for a few hours. And as I still have a few minutes in my life that aren't full of work, badminton or running, a friend tried to persuade me to join a clarinet choir ("It's only once a month...") I dithered, but remembering that I'd thoroughly enjoyed the workshop that Lola II persuaded me to join, I gave in and signed up. It was good fun; I was by no means the worst despite having played so little over the past 30 years, and... it's only once a month...