Memories

Sometimes ( and certainly not often) Facebook delivers an interestingly little game to be played

This one came to me from a colleague from ITU which I answered

Somewhat intrigued and full of Its all about ME!!!

I posted the same question

And the answers, well really surprised me!

Peoples' memory of friendships suddenly seem so wonderfully fickle and odd.

Something that you had forgotten ( I didn't remember putting my mother's false teeth in Roland Robert's tea cup) was something they first recall about you when asked

How weird and how wonderful.

I have no recollection of the budgie incident, nor the cream cracker eating contest or the eating of fat rascals in the snow...and so the messages received have a certain poignancy to them

I was once washing a lady's face who was dying. 

This was when I was a student nurse working at the Royal Hallamshire Hospital in Sheffield

Her large extended family had left her exhausted but happy and I was preparing her for the next wave of visitors to arrive

Out of nowhere I asked how she would like to be remembered

And she smiled 

" fondly" she whispered " fondly" 

I Can only apologise for the under[pant thing

I have to say that my poor shoes were the subject of much ridicule on ITU

well the lesbian with the screwdriver conjures up some thoughts

I may have to explain Dale Card's message

as he was a patient on spinal injuries and I helped him (chemically)