St Davids Day

 I was ten minutes early for my interview

And wore a plain Bluebell blue jumper, black pants and work shoes.

It was cold so I wore my new woollen coat and a multicoloured scarf , which I thought made me look vaguely “counselling”

I felt it went ok, I will hear on Monday if I have a place. The centre seems well resourced and run from what I can see and there is a noticeable energy in the staff I met , which I liked.

From there, I did some shopping in Tesco and bumped into an old friend, a sister from ITU. I told her where I’d been and she laughed saying I should have done it years ago. 

I was a crap ITU nurse she was in fact saying…the technology often baffled me , 

I met my friend Polly at Bryn Williams which was packed with St David’s Day diners. Each table had miniature daffodils in vases, so the place smelled slightly of piss , something even our waitress agreed upon. 

There was smoked mackerel scotch eggs on the menu! Oh be still my beating heart!!!! They were bloody lovely too

Lunch and gossip was lovely. I miss working with Polly, a true all round, old fashioned GP, hey ho.

Anyway came home, walked the dogs then went to Prestatyn to see Dune II  where my sister Janet met me inside the cinema just before the film started. We are twins but she does not hold with being early for anything ( as I painfully do) 

It was beautiful to look at as is Zandaya in the second lead, but the film, as sequels often are , is a bit lumpy and long. Timothy Chalamet still has a certain something, I must say, not my type at all, but he holds the camera and audience in the palm of his hand. 

I’ve not long got home, and have lit the fire ,and marshalled the dogs onto the sofa for warmth. I’m working tomorrow