Surround sound

One of the first pieces of advice my hearing aid audiologist gave me was 'go into the settings on your TV and change it from "stereo" to "mono"'.

I'll admit, I never did that. I thought life had been hard enough on Jase as it was!

But his words did stay in my mind and, as a kind of compromise, I stopped using the home theatre system while I wore the hearing aid.

Pod People

Just so you know, I can't sew to save myself.

My stitches are crooked. I sew snags into all my fabrics. And ten thimbles couldn't stop me accidentally pricking a finger with the sewing needle.

It must have been deeply disappointing for my mum, who had a talent for dressmaking and design, but I just get no enjoyment from sewing whatsoever.

Which is why I find it so very entertaining that, as of today, my new best friend is a 'quick-unpick'.

My bionic friends who use iPods or MP3 players ... do you know what I'm talking about?

That's right.

It's not for a sewing emergency. Not to undo the latest sewing damage I've inflicted on my clothes.

It's to help me plug my audio cable into the sound processors.

Waiting for Godot!

Over the weekend, Jase and I went and saw Waiting for Godot, the two-act play famously described as one 'where nothing happens – twice'.

I studied this play at university and it remained a favourite of mine for much the same reasons as everyone else – you can read into it what you will, and apply its symbolism to your own life. (Let's describe it as a high-brow version of Dr Seuss' Waiting Place, for those unfamiliar with it!)

Don't care for Cher

Cher. In high definition. Prancing about in fishnet stockings on a 3 x 2 metre television screen. Stereo sound.

            Babies crying. Kids shrieking. (Did that have anything to do with Cher? Quite possibly.)

            Phones ringing. Names being called out.

            This is the scene I was met with at the doctor’s waiting room on Monday.