"I'll admit I may have seen better days, but I'm still not to be had for the price of a cocktail, "(Margo Channing)
baba Yetu
A Thought
Why do you think that is so?
Answers on a postcard
A Pig In A Condom
Terrier
Have Yourself.......
I finished night shift at 8am yesterday morning, today I have off and tomorrow I am back on nights for three.
From now on
Our troubles will be out of sight
Make the Yule-tide gay
From now on
Our troubles will be miles away
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more
If the fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now
Traditions
Mi Bon Siach
Julie
A Rose , A Puffin, The Women’s Institute Concert and a 24 year old thank you!
“Hi John, you probably can’t remember me but I was an inpatient at sheffield spinal injuries unit in 1996/7, at the same time that the then nikki Claxton of gladiators came was there. I was just chatting with another fellow inpatient of the time, and he mentioned the sheffield SIU friends page and there you were! You were such a terrific charge nurse and helped me and my family through what was an incredibly difficult time so 24 years later, a big Thank you to you for really making a difference all those years ago.
I hope this finds you well.Best wishes, Amanda”
How lovely!!!! a thank you message 24 years “ late” but like the rose bush, and the puffin and the concert invitation...oh so timely.
Serendipity? Perhaps ?....it’s a funny old thing
North Wales 1978
Clingy
Mecrowavey
This has brightened my day
Down With A Bump
Winnie Remembered
- She masturbated incessantly, goaded on by the Professor who thought this behaviour hilarious rather than embarrassing and the object of her desires centred upon his tastefully buffed brogues and the infamous “ Slippers of sex” which were strange hand knitted slippers designed and made by Kit, an old lady who still lives in Bron Haul......Her habit of self pollution continued until her late onset emergency hysterectomy a couple of years ago, but even then , very occasionally she would back her toilet parts seductively onto her trusty fanny flannel when having a periodic summer bath.
The slippers of sex |
- She adored visiting Workmen of any description , though it was fairly obvious that a generic friendly masculine type with overalls was her man of choice, and I must say that she would sulk for hours if she was not allowed to watch what household job needed to be completed. I also remember, her going missing when the British Telicom men were here putting in the broadband extra line. .........I eventually found her sitting in the telicom van’s passenger seat sharing a packet of cheese and onion crisps....
- Winifred was also totally obsessed with food. All food. Any food.....and I once famously brought her round after a particularly robust attack of heatstroke after dipping her nipples into a cold bath and dropping a Tesco cocktail sausage on her gums.
- Her food obsession lead to a life of stealing if left unchecked and I remember the toe curling embarrassment when she raided an elderly woman’s handbag for her polo mints and the time she helped herself to a baby’s Farley’s Rusk , which she found wrapped on the lower shelf of a baby buggy parked in the Church Yard.
- She adored very small children too, and given her great size remained totally in control and gentle when around them. I remember one very emotional moment, observed a couple of times on Going Gently when she suddenly found herself surrounded by a large gaggle of pre school children out for a crocodile linked walk on the Dyserth walkway one summer. I warned the supervisor that she was indeed safe and as I walked up I saw a plethora of stubby little hands rub every inch of her in wonder.....her gentleness and obvious pure pleasure of the toddlers’ attention moved me to tears as I glimpsed just for a moment her natural ability of being a mother
Winifred The Queen of Tonga
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I have been mulling over something quite serious for some time now.