Spring Dancing
The Berlingo is facing its MoT this morning.
God help it
That's all I can say.
My nephew who is a mechanic and garage owner is well used to the state of the car
He didn't batter an eyelid when he spied a clutch of goose eggs on the back seat
He's seen a great deal worse.
It is another beautiful spring day here in North Wales, and before I dropped the car off I noticed a group of old ladies ballroom dancing together in the grounds of local nursing home....
A carer in green overalls was clapping out a tempo as the women shuffled around the lawn in their woolly cardigans and floral dresses.
It was a charming if slightly incongruous sight which reminded me of little incident from my student nurse days in Mental Health....
I have blogged about this way back in 2008 , but I think it is a story that is worth repeating,
As a student nurse working in the last days of asylum care, life was sometimes a little tough! My elderly placement was on an ancient blue painted institution called Dunham Ward. The place was a bleak Victorian prison like building with a Nightingale dormitory for 24 senile men and had a staff of five per shift to care for them. Early shifts were a never ending slog of washing,toileting,changing, feeding and bed making. It was relentless and at times soul destroying, but generally the staff were upbeat and friendly and placements were survivable as they were usually only 12 weeks long!
One day I remember making the patients' drinks in the kitchen. I was tired and fed up, so was carelessly slopping tea into the variety of nhs cups and feeder beakers.Our kitchen was shared by our "sister" ward called Daresbury, which was the female version of Duham ward, and as I brewed the tea I could look out from a serving hatch into the ward's day room, where 20 old ladies, all of whom were suffering from the end stages of Alzheimer's , were slumped in their chairs which were all set up against the walls!
As I stood there, I could see one male visitor sat presumably with his wife. He was drinking coffee from a flask and she looked as though she was asleep. I remember she had her grey hair in a small tight bun. Slowly he put down his drink and holding onto her hands, he eased the lady to her feet. I thought he must have been preparing her to go to the toilet, but he didn't call a nurse or do that thing that carers have to do from time to time,and that is to check for wet spots!, he just pulled his wife to her feet and held her close before he slowly started to dance with her.
The woman staggered at first and then like stiff little robots they both tottered around for a while. But ever so slowly muscle memory kicked in and the couple started to waltz gently around the big room , in front of 20 pairs of unseeing eyes. It was an incredibly moving moment and one that remains with me nearly 30 years later! In just a few precious seconds, I had learnt an incredibly important lesson about human dignity
Gawd Bless Her
I loved this
An actress who didn't send a flunkie or a theatre manager to sort out her gripes
She got off her arse and did it all herself
Atta gal Helen
" Who Would Have Thought It?"
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| Meg.Enjoying the sun...Duster is in the distance |
" cor...lummy....it's a warm, nay HOT bank holiday"
A totally unbelievable event in recent Uk history.
I have wasted half of the day in bed after night shift.....
And woke up under the eaves of the cottage, sweating like a pig.
Bwthyn-y-Llan is south facing, so warms up magnificently when the sun is out.
The heat gets you up and going much quicker than any alarm clock
The badgers removed poor Bogbrush's corpse over night, leaving a couple of white tufty bits in way of a guilt trip for me.....Duster, Bogbrush's brother is now king of the field.....he should be safe from tin bowl weilding ,sciatica suffering nurses.........he's a benign fellow,
Anyhow ..we are off to Jacksons ( a market garden and cafe just outside the village) for a sticky bun........I wanted a scotch egg..... But there is no call for them .....heathens
Chris talking to Albert on top of the blind Rooster Cogburn's run.
With Meg looking on
" f*ck......I've Just Killed Bogbrush!"
Sometimes you just don't think when faced with a " difficult" situation
You just react.
And that does not always work out the way you would wish.
This evening, just as I was encouraging the tiny Useless little buggers into their coop
Bogbrush the aggressive silkie cockerel
Hurtled forward and started to kick the shit out of the tiny male bantam right in front of me.
Without a thought I swung the tin feed bowl I was holding and clacked Bogbrush smartly on the head with it to teach him a lesson in manners
And unfortunately this was the result
RIP Bogbrush
Life is hard sometimes
When you are a bully
There is always someone bigger than you
A Trelawnyd Spring Wedding
There was a wedding in the village this afternoon
The Barnsley's daughter from the rectory
Auntie Glad and several of the village "ladies"were there to see the bride
And I watched the proceedings with Bingley from the comfort of Bosoms, which I have just fenced off in preparation for planting.
Enjoy
Nothing is said.......we are totally in the dark of any precipitating factors for the laughter, but the simple infectious nature of silly giggling is, for me a great panacea to all of the bad things we are forced to hear about on a daily basis.
Enjoy
A Birthday Duck
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| Nine ducks ( with cockerels Bogbrush & duster) |
When I looked
I had eight ducks this morning
When I returned after taking Chris out for his birthday lunch
I suddenly had nine
...and it's another f*cking hysterical runner duck that has arrived
Out of the blue without so much as a kiss-me-arse
Hey bleeding ho
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