Nil Of Note

In my mind there has always been too much waffle when writing official nursing records.
In my mind you write the important and leave out the dross.
One of my most favourite comments in the nursing kardex
Is " nil of note to report"
It's a phrase that covers a multitude of sins

Today, I have nil of note to report.
Ok, I have pottered about clearing bosoms for a while,
Ok, I slipped down the stairs zipping up my pants and squirted myself in the face with some lurid dettol bleach cleanser
( I was stupidly carrying the bottle in my mouth)
and I have spent a particular revolting half hour cleaning the arse of an egg bound chicken before I could pop the egg out with a bit of Vaseline .
Some days are " nothing" days aren't they?
I've made supper.
Tried to Marshal the troops for an emergency flower show meeting on Wednesday night ( we've lost our acting secretary)
and spent an entertaining few minutes hearing all about animal helper Pat's Hawaiian holiday!
It's been cold but bright today
Even the weather has been nil of note to report.

When a duck goes bad!

The surviving ducks ( from right to left)
Hersel,Carol,Polenta,Maggie,Michonne, Sophia  and Beth)

Yesterday, it was with a very heavy heart that I culled one of my original runner ducks. Dale had been with me for a few years before he was bought by a chap over on Dyserth hill as a companion for his single Muscovy. Around six months later the chap brought Dale back stating that the Muscovy had mysteriously died under " odd circumstances" and could I re home the runner.
Looking back at the facts, I suspect this was the start of Dale's murderous career, but I overlooked the odd attack on a weak hen or the over zealous " beaking" of one of the other drakes, putting it down to hormones.
The truth, however, was just a little more unsavory
Dale was a serial killer.
Like Miss Marple, in sleepy St Mary Meade, I started to put the clues together.
An old buff Orpington with her feathers pulled out.
A bloody headed female runner called Maggie hiding away by herself in the stream too frightened to join the rest of the ducks
And only yesterday the frantic calls of Jo the goose as she was cornered and attacked by something which turned out not to be any larger than an average wine bottle had me running from the cottage clutching a broom.
It was then when I caught Dale pecking at all and sundry.
A murderous look in his eyes
Bang to rights.
Guilty as charged.
And ten minutes later dead as a dodo.
The bad seed needed removing
Oh lord....perhaps I am watching a little too much Walking Dead?

Tap Factory

Went to see this French tap/ percussion group this Evening in the unlikely venue of Theatre Cymru in Llandudno. The energy of the four tap dancers, and supporting acrobats was absolutely amazing.
If you get a chance to see them...do so........

Make Mine A Large One

Chris is working away and won't be back until tomorrow night, so I was just a tad  indulgent last night and treated myself to a bottle of wine in front of Sports Relief.
I don't know why I do it.
The story of the elderly chap losing his wife, or the African girl quietly explaining her tragic life to camera and that's me blabbing for the next hour or two.
A glass of wine and a sob story
Not a good mix.
This got me to thinking just how alcohol can  punctuate our lives.
Advocaat always reminds me of my grandmother, who seldom drank anything at all. My mother would always have a small bottle of the yellow mud in at Christmas so that granny could have tipple before lunch.
I don't think I have seen the drink for years.
Whiskey reminds me of my brother and father.
Gin reminds me of my mother, though the memory is a bittersweet one.
And Pernod & lemonade reminds me of my teenage years when I thought it was sophisticated to drink it when I was out at the disco!
The very smell of Tequila makes me heave. it reminds me of a party I went to many moons ago now, where an ex spinal injury patient introduced me to tequila slammers
The next morning I thought my insides would explode!.....
Never again!........
Oh.....And a properly made vodka martini brings back memories of my first trip to New York with Chris,
When I drank two large ones in Doc's bar on second avenue when I was jet lagged, and couldn't climb down off my bar stool.
Guinness reminds me of happy days at the Dog & Partridge pub in Sheffield , where everyone would  sing The Fields Of Athenry in the back room.
Jim Beam reminds me of family parties in the 1980s
Nowadays my tipple of choice is probably a Crisp white wine.
I like a gin and tonic ( especially on holiday) but wine is generally more preferable though I don't recommend too many glasses whilst watching charity fundraisers on tele.
You cry like a baby!

Cloud Watching

Today I managed to indulge myself in the first of this year's cloud watching moments.

It's been far too wet and cold all winter to be rolling about on the grass

But today, although it remains a little chilly,

It was sunny enough for me to lie down for a few minutes and stare up to the sky.

The neighbours are well used to see me prostrate on the ground in fine weather

They no longer worry about it.

However Camilla did find my corpse like body rather intriguing 

She wandered gently over, chunnering quietly to herself

And stood with her head turned quizzically  like this for a good while......

regarding me carefully as I watched the clouds blow merrily by

After Work

When I work nights , the dogs and Albert join me for a quick snooze after work
It's the best video EVER

" Ohhhhh errrrrr a blog....fancy!"

The doors were locked....I had a captive audience 

The village friendship group is going from strength to strength with around 80 members. When I told them that the subject of my talk was blogging, a small muttering of " ohhhh blogging!" echoed  around the Memorial Hall in a slightly perplexed way.
After half an hour of banging on , I think they got the gist of it all and to make sure they didn't move I took a bucketful of spare eggs to the hall as a bribe

92 year old Islwyn Thomas ( left) discussing some point or other from
the data projector . He has a photographic memory of all things Trelawnyd

Favourite Person Thursday

I have chosen two winners

For this week's favourite person Thursday 

Both characters have been well known for their

" take me as you find me" personalities

Both look like they can handle themselves very well indeed in a pub fight

And both, as far as I can judge would have been very good friends if 

they had only met in real life.

Sour puss himself, sex on legs Mr Russell Crowe

A bit of rough

And the recently deceased Clarissa Dickson Wright

Barrister, cook, writer, tv personality, and "shoot EM, kill EM, eat EM "supporter

Honest and no shit!

Off to bed now for an hour after night shift...I am giving a lecture in the memorial Hall this pm

Wish me luck