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Butter as a life formPosted on Fri 17 August 2007 at 01:09Melissa had one of her routine check-ups at the hospital on Wednesday. To think we had our visa held up because of Melissa’s overactive thyroid and her consultant has now cut her down to one tablet every second day, from one every day and she thinks there is a reasonable chance that she may be able to come off them altogether in another 6 months. Good news all round there. In conversation with the doctor, she asked me about my underactive thyroid – had I had it checked recently, which made me realise I hadn’t for at least 6 months. I have been feeling really lethargic, easily tired and gained weight that seems reluctant to budge so there is a fair possibility that I need my medication upping. I have arranged to have the blood work done tomorrow and will see the Doctor next week. Hopefully that will be the answer to my recent lethargy. Hamilton City Centre seems to have been getting a facelift recently. They have laid new pavements and installed new lighting on several streets and it looks really good. The lighting is strung across the road in a festival manner and there are blue spotlights on the new pillars which give it quite a modern, cosmopolitan feel. There are a fair few bars and eateries along the main city streets so it just feels a bit more welcoming now. We went back to the little Mexican restaurant we found tucked down an alley off We also ate in one of the food courts in the shopping centres recently and it is exactly the same as anywhere you have ever been before. You could have been in any shopping centre in any city in There is dog obedience training building set in its own grounds. Again, we have seen dog training classes being held there and what looked like a show the other Saturday. There is an outdoor (but undercover) rollerskating rink. The statue of Richard O’Brien in his alien attire from the Rocky Horror Picture Show catches me out every time I go down whatever street it is on as I always forget that’s where it is. And I always say to Steve, “I will remember that next time” and don’t. The entrance to Somehow, the butter got left in the car for the best part of a week and it just set me thinking. Left to its own devices for long enough, would in eventually develop into a new life form and have squatter’s rights in the car? Or would it become securi-butter and gently infiltrate the unsuspecting arteries of would-be car thieves with cholesterol, bringing them death by butter at the first roundabout? Or my favourite, the Lurpak chauffer. Nattily kitted out in a silver and blue uniform, peaked cap and deferential manner at the ready, at my disposal to drive me out and about at my every whim. And then, when I am ready to go home, he can come in have a bit of toast with me…………
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