Bitch on the Blog

April 24, 2010

Circuit breaker

Filed under: Despair,Happiness,Human condition — bitchontheblog @ 10:49

Sweethearts, as much as it pains me, here is the GOOD news: For the second time in my life I managed to nearly electrocute myself just now (whose bosom better to throw yourself at than that of the indifferent blogging folk out there – in one’s hour of need).

The bad news is that I haven’t – as yet –  finished the job.




  1. Horrors! Don’t let that happen. My father when young, electrocuted himself accidentally. His brother was there & flipped the switch & saved him.
    Later when he was 65, he died getting a rare cone for a botanist on a Nature Conservancy outing. Fell off the cliff. And he was the one that told me that he drove like everyone on the road was a damn fool. (He never swore, but I do believe he said damn.)

    Comment by bikehikebabe — April 24, 2010 @ 14:49 | Reply

    • Don’t worry, Bike Hike Babe: I won’t let it happen. For that I love both my son and my life too much.

      First time, a few years ago, was scary. Nothing much will shake me; but shaken I was. Happy sunny Sunday afternoon cutting the hedge in the front garden with one of those electrical motorized miracles – and what do you know: I cut right through the cord! I don’t know how since I always sling electrical cords over my shoulder (say, when mowing the lawn) trailing behind me. Thank god, my father had instilled in me to take precautions in all matters of life (circuit breaker) otherwise you and I wouldn’t have this conversation.

      As you say: Fathers have a lot to answer for. At an impressionable age when you still believe that your parents are infallible gods who know when you lie, he instructed me as to safety measures, in and out of the house, to an extent it’s a miracle that I haven’t turned into a paranoid lunatic, become an arsonist or, just to make sure, now hiding in a self dug hole in the woods (obviously without a box of matches or a chain saw in sight).

      I remember one day, aged 16, coming home from school, my mother greeting me ashen faced at the door. That morning my father’s hair apparently stood on end and screaming. He had been electric shaving with wet feet on a wet floor! Can you believe it? It’s a miracle he didn’t take the hairdryer into the bath. Obviously, if only for my mother’s sake, I was glad that his strong heart withstood the voltage till she managed to find the master fuse to turn it all off, and him back on. But he did lose a certain amount of credibility in my eyes that day. Not that I am not grateful for all the good advice he gave me. As it is I am still alive.


      Comment by Ursula — April 25, 2010 @ 09:55 | Reply

      • When we bought our hedge clipper, the salesman said people tend to cut the cord.

        Comment by bikehikebabe — April 25, 2010 @ 15:22 | Reply

  2. Feigning indifference here!

    Be careful… please. We have a date with a bottle of winw and a piece of cheese.

    Comment by magpie11 — April 24, 2010 @ 19:36 | Reply

    • Magpie, see my response to BHB. If there is one thing I am: It’s reliable (which is actually a mixed blessing for some of my friends). I keep my promises, and I don’t let anyone down.

      Looking forward to our discussing the choice of cheese nearer the time. As it happens just came across reference to the “Stinking Bishop”. I believe it to be the mischief maker in the heaven of gorgeous cheeses; and can only be washed down with (cold) beer rather than wine.


      Comment by Ursula — April 25, 2010 @ 10:03 | Reply

  3. for winw read wine….

    Comment by magpie11 — April 24, 2010 @ 19:36 | Reply

    • Don’t worry, Magpie. I can read. Even without my ever ready red pen. Which reminds me: I know how ‘reverie’ is spelt/spelled (just in case you picked up my mistake).

      Wonder what will take our attention in this Sunday’s papers.


      Comment by Ursula — April 25, 2010 @ 10:06 | Reply

  4. One theory of why women commit suicide at lower rates than men is that men are simply better at getting things to work.

    Comment by Looney — April 25, 2010 @ 02:09 | Reply

    • Looney, stop confusing me. I have a life to live. Particularly since I am a woman, multitasking, hence not focusing on anything in particular which is the reason, as all my dear and close male friends and my son keep reassuring me, I don’t achieve much, am in a perpetual spin (only last night at 2 o’clock in the morning did I retrieve a drying jumper from the garden when woken by the sound of rain which had NOT been forecast by the BBC!).

      Yes, suicide. Short of aforementioned danger of electrocution, confusion, and I am also quite good at falling up and down the stairs in the house which is why I am now looking at moving to a bungalow (how sad is that?), I believe the acknowledged reason that men (particularly young ones) are more prone to suicide is that they have the marvellous gift of taking life seriously (which is why I should be a man); secondly men have much more tender souls than hard sodden females (can you imagine what it does to my brain considering that my siblings and I have a whole football team of sons between us) and to close your loop: It’s why men should be allowed to do the washing up, take the cat to the vet, wipe everyone’s tears, RUN a company (or at least to the bus) – all at once; it would give men less time – and determination – to plan their exit more efficiently than most women would ever be able to.

      On a more serious note: It is a fascinating difference between the two genders: When a woman TRIES to commit suicide it’s often deemed a cry for help – hence they take half measures. Yet men, when they are set on the path, usually use drastic methods which means that they’ll succeed in what they set out to do.

      Did you know that, until recently, Vienna/Austria/Europe was the capital with the highest suicide rate in the world? I am not sure where it’s shifted now. Probably one of those Northern countries where the sun shines even less.


      Comment by Ursula — April 25, 2010 @ 10:37 | Reply

      • Dr. Wiki lists Belarus as the highest for suicide in both Europe and the World. Most of the serious suicide rates are to the east – from Russia to Japan.

        Comment by Looney — April 25, 2010 @ 13:55 | Reply

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