Remember The Days Of The Old School Yard
Jun. 30th, 2012 11:30 pmCatty organised a bridge evening for us beginners, plus instructor Dick, at the Titchfield Mill pub after work yesterday. We had a very pleasant time and the food was delicious, though it was fun and games arranging our cards around our plates, dishes and drinks (we stopped play to eat, of course, but resumed once we'd finished our food). Wendy revealed that she, like me, is going to some of the Olympic women's football - indeed, we'll both be at the Great Britain v New Zealand opener in Cardiff.
To the Co-op Pharmacy this morning for Benadryl Plus. The shop assistant asked whether I was on any blood pressure medication, so I replied Ramipril. She said I ought not to take Benadryl Plus with Ramipril as they contain decongestant, though she added that as the packet was only a four-day supply I should be OK as "it's just short-term". She consulted with the pharmacist, who asked me what dose of Ramipril I was on. When I said 5, he too said I could take the Benadryl Plus if it was just short term.
Problem is, I've been taking Benadryl Plus for the last four weeks. I asked the assistant what hay fever medications were OK to take with Ramipril, and she said "None, as they all contain decongestant." Unfortunately the pharmacist had gone back behind the scenes.
So I've played safe and come off the Benadryl, but I will be going to the local Sunday-opening chemist tomorrow in the hope that there'll be a pharmacist there to consult. The prospect of coming off hay fever medication altogether is a grim one, meaning as it does an annual five-month-long sneezing fit. In the meantime...pray for rain.
Went over to my old FE college for its 25th anniversary Open Day. Lisa, who was in my French group, is now one of the senior managers at the college, so she was first to come out and greet me. Ann popped in early on, and we moseyed around talking to some of the staff who were there when we were students. To my delight, Tracey and Emma, one-sixth of the legendary 'Common Room 12' group of partygirls, were among the first arrivals. We went for tea and biscuits in the foyer then wandered all around the campus, remarking on how it looks totally different now, pointing out what used to be where, and generally reminiscing. Daniel came later in the day, and we both had a long chat with Barry, who was Senior Tutor when we were there and is now a principal at a different college. Barry held forth eloquently about all that's wrong with the world, and he mused that in our college days he'd thought things would turn out OK thanks to our lot. "I was relying on your generation to sort the world out," he said. "We're working on it," grinned Daniel.
Massive thanks to Dave Cash this evening - he played my request of Me And You And A Dog Named Boo in the 1971 hour, then opened the 1981 hour with There's A Guy Works Down The Chip Shop Swears He's Elvis.
Watched the full-length repeat of Top Of The Pops 1977 this evening, having missed Thursday night's 30-minute edit to see Germany v Italy. I'll be sticking with the Saturday night showing now, as I knew from the TOTP '77 fan blogs that the Wurzels' I Was Farmer Bill's Cowman was one of the songs chopped on Thursday. You do not edit out the Wurzels. Ever. Poor old Neil Innes has been taking some stick online for his Silver Jubilee song, but it struck me as a comedy record, entirely in tune with his usual work.
To the Co-op Pharmacy this morning for Benadryl Plus. The shop assistant asked whether I was on any blood pressure medication, so I replied Ramipril. She said I ought not to take Benadryl Plus with Ramipril as they contain decongestant, though she added that as the packet was only a four-day supply I should be OK as "it's just short-term". She consulted with the pharmacist, who asked me what dose of Ramipril I was on. When I said 5, he too said I could take the Benadryl Plus if it was just short term.
Problem is, I've been taking Benadryl Plus for the last four weeks. I asked the assistant what hay fever medications were OK to take with Ramipril, and she said "None, as they all contain decongestant." Unfortunately the pharmacist had gone back behind the scenes.
So I've played safe and come off the Benadryl, but I will be going to the local Sunday-opening chemist tomorrow in the hope that there'll be a pharmacist there to consult. The prospect of coming off hay fever medication altogether is a grim one, meaning as it does an annual five-month-long sneezing fit. In the meantime...pray for rain.
Went over to my old FE college for its 25th anniversary Open Day. Lisa, who was in my French group, is now one of the senior managers at the college, so she was first to come out and greet me. Ann popped in early on, and we moseyed around talking to some of the staff who were there when we were students. To my delight, Tracey and Emma, one-sixth of the legendary 'Common Room 12' group of partygirls, were among the first arrivals. We went for tea and biscuits in the foyer then wandered all around the campus, remarking on how it looks totally different now, pointing out what used to be where, and generally reminiscing. Daniel came later in the day, and we both had a long chat with Barry, who was Senior Tutor when we were there and is now a principal at a different college. Barry held forth eloquently about all that's wrong with the world, and he mused that in our college days he'd thought things would turn out OK thanks to our lot. "I was relying on your generation to sort the world out," he said. "We're working on it," grinned Daniel.
Massive thanks to Dave Cash this evening - he played my request of Me And You And A Dog Named Boo in the 1971 hour, then opened the 1981 hour with There's A Guy Works Down The Chip Shop Swears He's Elvis.
Watched the full-length repeat of Top Of The Pops 1977 this evening, having missed Thursday night's 30-minute edit to see Germany v Italy. I'll be sticking with the Saturday night showing now, as I knew from the TOTP '77 fan blogs that the Wurzels' I Was Farmer Bill's Cowman was one of the songs chopped on Thursday. You do not edit out the Wurzels. Ever. Poor old Neil Innes has been taking some stick online for his Silver Jubilee song, but it struck me as a comedy record, entirely in tune with his usual work.