"Kill them! kill them ALL!!!!!!!!!!"

I have mentioned this before on my blog that I am not good in the mornings and yet again this morning, Christopher "Mary Poppins" Burton bounced awake, ready to walk the dogs at 6am,loudly banging on about the cold and the fact that he was letting out the hens "yet again".Oh ....

I dream for the morning where I can doze s-l-o-w-l-y awake with pretty blue birds twittering in whispers outside the window, perhaps with the faint whiff of bacon as a bit of background colour. The most important thing I love is silence. No banter , no chatter, just quiet time. It allows the body to re charge and acclimatize to the day ahead at a pedestrian pace and if I can't get that, my anger knows no bounds!

There are strategies to maintain the status quo, I usually make breakfast (silently) with a cup of full bodied Italian blend coffee on board. I go and potter in the field, I have a bath, anything to "gradually" wake up to the day.

As a junior nurse I often picked patients who were known to be uncommunicative to sort out first, and have in the past performed a full (and intimate) bed bath completely in silence! As I climbed the nursing career ladder, I could start work later, hiding in my office until 9am when the red mist had risen enough to allow for a more normal conversational discourse to take place with staff who knew to keep out of my way until that first coffee had been downed!

When I am at friends' houses or away in Broadstairs for example I can act Dustin Hoffman off the screen with the occasional dawn performance of "Mr Geniality", but underneath I am gagging to kill a bus load of small children.

I wish I could be a nicer person but that just aint gonna happen.......

Band of Brothers

I have caught some of the episodes of this 2001 mini series on Sky and the power and beauty of it has impressed me greatly. I think it is a quality piece of film making which is a rarity in American television:-
British actor Damian Lewis is great as heroic Major Winters(interesting that a Brit bagged the best role in the all American cast),but I must also praise the special effects (excellent quality for a tv show)and the haunting score by Michael Kamen

A worried Man

I am getting worried.The six remaining runner duck eggs are due to hatch on Thursday and I am paranoid that the little beggers wont hatch. I have followed the instructions to the letter. Turned them gently,humidified them every three days and topped up the water bath on demand. Like an expectant father I keep checking the incubator temperature gauge and am waiting for that little pip-pip as the ducklings chirp their first cries from inside the egg , 48 hours before hatching...............

Snow?

I can't believe that it is going to snow tomorrow,but snow it is
and in true wartime spirit I have recovered all my potatoes with tarpaulins and have scattered haylage all over the baby broad bean seedlings and the new herb bed.
I am not sure just how effective the protection measures will be against a deep frost but at least I have done my best.
Nursing a hangover after a very nice meal out last night, I forced myself to be useful and did a spring clean of the kitchen. God it was dirty, but completing the work was as satisfying as making a huge list.
The weather has been glorious today but there is a definite chill in the air. The gorse is in flower up the Gop and the view of the valley towards the sea was lovely.
Settled down late (smelling of bleach) and watched the end of Adam's Rib (1949).
Chris is knitting.......................

obsession

I am getting obsessed with the weather.My potatoes are in and what can we expect this weekend....bloody frosts!!!!!!!!!!! I have cos lettuce ready for planting, spinach too not to mention more delicate herbs and seedlings, so everything seems to be on hold until late next week which is somewhat irritating today as the weather is fine.
I have had to content myself with general tidying, edging and clearing away the ton of haylage created by the hens, I had given them 6 melons (treats from the veg shop lady) so after stuffing every square inch of themselves, they have spent most of the afternoon heaped in a mass of overfed feathers, sleeping it all off.
Meeting Chris later in Osborns for tea which will be nice, and only 6 days to go before the next set of ducklings are due. I am getting obsessed with turning the eggs and have been findling myself checking the incubator temperature constantly, to minimise hatching problems as only the day before yesterday the core temperature was 2 degrees higher than it should be.. There seems so many variables listed in the "how to hatch ducks" literature, that I am surprised that the average Mallard can effectively raise a set of 12 ducklings without the aid of 20th Century technology!

Black Sun

Black Sun (2005)-at Theatre Clwyd tonight, is a different type of documentary, and not an easy watch. It is essentially a "talking head" first hand story of narrator Hugues de Montalembert , who was blinded in a horrific mugging in 1978 New York, and his rather dead pan thick French accent underplays the trauma and true horror, the adaptation to sudden disability (especially to a painter and film maker) must be. Accompanied by blurred, often beautifully eerie visuals of urban New York and various far eastern countries he subsequently visited, I found the whole story interesting but certainly not moving, which surprised me. De Montalembert wonderfully captures the strange way his brain bypassed his blindness and describes the visual "hallucinations" perfectly, but his unemotional voice over deadens the whole film to the point of near boredom, and in the end I wondered just what made this man tick.

Without engaging with the narrator, you loose a certain empathy for his life. Which was a pity

Sweetcorn & News

Chris is finally back tonight which is nice. The house and bed feels dreadfully empty without him cluttering up the place. Re seeded more of the field's bald spots today and potted up all my sweetcorn seeds; so many in fact, the kitchen now resembles a market garden.

Set the ducks up with a new larger and deeper bath ( which flummoxed them completely-ducks cannot cope with any change at all)

Delivered a load of eggs and took some flowers down to Peter and Tracie's house in celebration of the birth of their son Louis (a 9 pounder!!!!!!!!!!!).

apart for that I have spent the day in the allotment.

Teachers have the right Idea

I wasn't surprised to hear that the NUT's ballot has 3 to 1 voted in support of a strike on the 24th of April. General secretary Steve Sinnott said: "I call on the government to think again and ensure that salaries at least keep pay in line with inflation and that there is a recognition of the continuing workload pressures on teachers." , but I think that the strike (the first in 20 years) is less a reaction of money and inflation, but an indication of how low morale has sunk to in the education system.I never thought I would agree with public sector strikes, but I support the teachers' actions wholeheartedly. I hope that their action and I suspect the public support that it will generate, will galvanise nurses into similar statements of dissatisfaction. The NMC (Nurse and Midwifery Council) and the RCN (Royal College of Nurses) are terribly impotent and old fashioned organisations and are in desperate need of a shake up. Nursing has been dumbed down for far too long. Morale is low, standards are dropping and nurses like the teachers need to "draw a line in the sand"- to say enough is enough. so when the time comes,( and I hope it will very very soon), for nurses to be balloted in order to take industrial action, I for one will be voting to strike!!!!!!!!