Sagrada Familia

 The problem with being an efficient and older male nurse is that there is a presumption that the death of a patient doesn’t affect you as much as it does to other, more demonstrative nurses.

I’ve just finished two nights where two deaths featured, central stage.

I know myself well, and I knew I felt a tad bruised when I watched the soaring cranes plant the huge lighted cross on the central tower of the Sagrada Familia

I sat, a little weary at the kitchen table, when I got home and ate dry eggs in the chill of the unheated cottage, as the most beautiful building on earth was crowned

Then I had a little cry before going to bed