Bladdered

Nissan 200SX – one of the very few Nissans I like. But they’re $40K, even for a 1995 model.

Yeah, long gap. I’ve had a persistent bug in my bladder for several weeks, making me feel tired, a bit feverish and with low energy. I’m on the second bottle of antibiotic, one which goes by the magnificent name of nitrofurantoin. It upsets the stomach somewhat, although I’ve felt worse.

Anyway, I finish the course tomorrow and will get a new test done on Monday or Tuesday to see if the little bugger’s gone. Then I see the urologist on Wednesday afternoon.

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Phew, heat! I believe we’ve reached a new record of more than 42 days over 30degC this summer, beating a previous summer in 197- something. And we’ve had “30 above 35”. Day after day the max is 33, 34, 35 or above, including that string of five days in a row over 40deg in January. It’s a hot summer. And until last night, no rain since some time in December. But last night, wunderbar, we got two showers of a few minutes each, hardly enough to wet the bitumen but better than nothing.

Climate change is real. Never has the divide between east and west sides of Australia been so clear, in my memory. The east side, on a long curved line from around the Kimberley in the far north of WA, down through the centre and everywhere east of that, is drowning in rain. Literally. La Nina floods and lives are being lost. While WA, one third of the continent, just gets drier and drier. We’ll dry up and snap off soon, I reckon.

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War, real war in Europe. I feel real sorrow for the Ukranians. I confess I didn’t know much about Ukraine until the last couple of years, but at least I knew where it is, unlike a lot of “Murricans”. I think I knew a few Ukrainians in school days, as migrants with funny accents and looks. Nothing wrong with their looks, I should say, especially the girls. Very attractive. But we didn’t mix much.

I have to stop myself from condemning all Russians. It’s just Putin and his henchmen, his fellow criminals, who are causing this war. The ordinary Russian soldier has to obey orders or the punishment would be very harsh. He probably doesn’t understand what he’s doing there anyway and just wants to go home. The ordinary Russian in the street is showing opposition to the war as well.

No, Putin will go down in the history books as a madman-dictator, who started this attack on Ukraine from a delusion that he wants Russia to be “great” again. Well, with any luck he’ll be tried as a war criminal one day. There’s nothing “great” about a country that invades, occupies and represses a neighbouring country.

The big worry is that a mistake at some point will make the Russians attack a NATO country, which will trigger article 5, “An attack on any NATO member will be regarded as an attack on all, and will be responded to by all NATO members.” That’s the worry. And tactical nukes. Uh oh.

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Paris 1974, Marion Steel from Rhodesia (as it then was). She used to call me “husband”, although she was engaged to a guy at home.

I’ve been watching the Netflix series Emily in Paris. Waaah, you say, what is he doing? Series 1 got terrible reviews: “cliched”, boring, lightweight and so on. A travelogue of Paris with no real meat to t.

OK, that might be true for people who are very familiar with Paris, but I found the cinematography fantastique! What an amazingly beautiful city. They use a lot of drone shots from high above the city, unfortunately speeded up, usually, but still magnificent to see.

Champs Elysees Sept 2008. © PJ Croft 2022
La Rive Gauche, Paris Sept 2008 © PJ Croft 2022.

There were 13 episodes in series 1 and yes, it was a bit boring and cliched at times, but it kept my interest. Series 2 got much better reviews and the story was quite interesting (if you find love stories interesting). I finished it last night and was a little sad that there was no more. I quite enjoyed the whole two series, and as I said, Paris, WOW! What a city. I’ve been there twice, first time in 1974 and the second time in 2008. I’d go again any day.

View from my Paris hotel window, Sept 2008 © PJ Croft 2022

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My bladder troubles have made me repeatedly postpone getting a fix for the stuck boot lid on the Peugeot. I’ve seen a YouTube video clip where you stick a screwdriver into a small hole in the boot lock and clickez! Bingeau, it releases. That’s the good news. The bad news is that you have to do this from inside the boot. Yeah, you have to drop the rear seat back and squirm your way into the boot. Then get yourself out again. Too hard for me, I think. I need to get the RAC out for a battery for the Honda, so I’ll ask the guy to do it for me, assuming he’s small and lithe enough.

It’s interesting that the YouTube clip exists at all. Obviously this is not an uncommon fault with these cars. Have you ever seen a Japanese car with this problem? Jap cars use the key to operate the latch, of course. The French had to be too clever and use an electrical push button switch. Merde!

I must admit the love affair with this car is wearing off. It goes fast, and steers well, but there’re a lot of things I don’t like, such as the big, heavy, heavily sprung doors for one thing. I find it hard to get in and out. There are a lot of other things to dislike, but I haven’t got time to list them all now. It’s beer o’clock.

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