I thought she must know about them BBM. 

Drugs can "muffle your mind" of course - I don't find that this one does - but at any rate migraines muffle your mind a hell of a lot more!  There is no contest about what I'll do if I have one.  I'd take anything at all if they told me the pain would stop.  I've never been into heroics. 

I suppose it depends how severe her migraines are doesn't it BBM?  And some people do just avoid drugs/ treatment at all costs.  My mum is on a cocktail of medication since she had heart surgery and only very reluctantly.  Prior to that you virtually had to hold her down to make her take a paracetamol.

Perhaps Mrs BBM didn't like the idea of the injections. 

Wrong again BBM I'm afraid.  Imigran is not even a pain-killer.  It's nothing like morphine at all and is not addictive.  What it does, is regulate the blood vessels that the migraine attack has skewed, basically.   Migraine constricts and dilates the blood vessels and Imigran brings them back to normal again.  It has no analgesic (that means painkilling) properties in itself at all.  It isn't a drug in that sense of the word.

All I can say is that if people refuse something like that, then they really can't be suffering too much.  A lot of people think that an ordinary headache is a migraine - well it isn't.  Also people differ in the severity and frequency of attacks.  It's a very personal thing. 

I just thought I would recommend it to her in case.......

Oh dear.  I spent most of last week in that situation - sympathies Tommo.  It took a good few days to shake as well. On the Thursday I thought I had cheered up immensely until a small crowd of people set out on a mission not to let me out of my parking space at the supermarket (which included a retrospectively hilarious rear-view mirror image of a 10 year old doing a Ron from Harry Potter fear-grimace) at which point I turned borderline homicidal again (I did brake though).

Why do some presumably-caring parents willingly march their children behind cars that are clearly part-way out of a space?  Do they not understand what reversing lights mean?

Thankfully this week either life is being kinder to me, or possibly I'm feeling more congenially disposed towards it.  May life also be kinder to you as soon as possible. 

What?  That's ridiculous BBM, how annoying. You'll have to kick up a fuss if it starts to get painful at all. Tsk..

I could not see much "wrong" with the teaching - though I was surprised that the students were not relentlessly called "pigs" (which in my limited experience is a term often used by Russian teachers who express distaste for, or disappointment in the performance of their students).

BUT...what I really did find depressing was the inexorable inevitability of that stereotypical honky-tonk out-of-tune piano being bashed in the background. How anybody could be expected to produce anything vaguely artistic (be it in ballet or gymnastics) against such an incipiently vile (but all-too-common) accompaniment is mind-boggling.

Baz

This afternoon we once again tried in vain to open the teenager a bank account.  The Bank have to have addresses for the last three years and picture identification with him at the address he's currently living at.  His picture ID is his provisional driving licence taken while he was at his other grandmother's, so they wouldn't accept that.  He doesn't have a passport.  He had a letter addressed to him at my address but they wouldn't accept anything other than an official document i.e. a utility bill (which obviously won't be in his name) or wait for it......a bank statement. 

Unfortunately we can't register him at the Inland Revenue for National Insurance stamp or tax either, because he has to have a bank account.  His boss wants to start paying him into a bank account so that it goes properly through his books.  He's taken him on as a self-employed sub-contractor.  This would also mean that he would be covered by the boss's insurance.

Our only option now is to spend nearly £100 on a passport, get him a new driving licence and I think I'll have to go round personally to the Town Hall to get them to send us an official document that he is now residing here.  I've written twice, emailed them four times and spoken to someone on the 'phone in the last three weeks. We still haven't received anything.  The bank said they could link straight in to the electoral roll on their computer - and guess what?  He hasn't been put on yet.  They have however started taking increased payments by direct debit from me for the Council Tax adjustment.

I wouldn't care, but we're trying to do things legally, correctly and by the book.  We've been thwarted at every turn.  I tried to open him a post office savings account, but they wouldn't do it unless he had a bank account. 

We're just going round in circles! 

Thank god my friends are coming round tonight to play bridge.  It'll take my mind off the mindless bureaucracy to which we are all now subject.  It's so exasperating!