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.
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) |
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
If you get a chance to see them...do so........
Make Mine A Large One
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
It's the best video EVER
" Ohhhhh errrrrr a blog....fancy!"
 |
| The doors were locked....I had a captive audience |
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 |
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)