Sister in law's Birthday today!
Happy Birthday Jayne xxxxx
Nipple Talk
The Prof was poorly yesterday with a nasty tooth abscess.
It must have been very painful and he looked dreadful when he got home but after a bit of ' hands on' care he managed to weakly consume half a turkey lasagna, a tub of Marks and Spencer custard and a small bit of carrot cake.
So much for " starve a fever"
Yesterday afternoon I left him sleeping on the couch and took the dogs to the beach, where Winnie met up with a small girl on the promenade.
" Look Mum....big.....titties!" The girl chirped up pointing excitingly to Winnie's line of teats
and I suddenly felt somewhat deflated when the girl added " ewwwwwww they look disgusting ..she needs a bra"
I couldn't disagree
Anyhow, my favourite " nipple" story hails from 1986.
I was a very new Registered Psychiatric staff nurse on a " mother and baby" unit in York and was attending my very first staff meeting in the day room which led off the main entrance . The ward sister was a phenomenally calm and obese woman who never raised her voice even in the most fraught of situations and I remember that right in the middle of discussing a particularly knotty nursing problem , she stopped and raised her hand.
" now I don't want anyone to turn around, or to react in any way" she murmured quietly
" but some unfortunate lady is trying to push her nipples under the sash window"
Now that's professionalism !
Over The Garden Wall
Typical facebook fodder...a dog made up as Dorothy from The Wizard Of Oz
I used to lambast Facebook.
I think the plethora of cute cat photos and banal statements of " what I am having to dinner" gave the place a bad name .
Rightly or wrongly.
Last night I witnessed just how the immediate nature of the phenomenon worked for support and good.
I have a couple of friends that moved recently out of the village. Before that I would see them almost everyday " over the garden wall" so to speak. Most often or not the contact would be a cheerful wave and a hello, but it was contact.
I was sad when they left Trelawnyd.
Last night on facebook, I received a generic message from one partner detailing how the other had been admitted to hospital.
Within minutes, a half dozen Trelawnyd-ites had sent their best wishes and voiced their concern on line.
I liked that.
Perhaps years ago, in a village , gossip would have moved faster than Facebook and there would have been knocks on the door within an hour.
Now, virtual support can be there in seconds.
A sign of the time......yes...
But the sentiment and care behind the action remains the same
Thank Goodness.
Week ReCap
In a week where another nutcase with a gun licence massacred innocents in their place of learning and the Pope looked like he was duped into a publicity disaster by a Kentucky homophobic bigot.
We all have been reminded of the fickle nature of the human spirit.
I was thinking just this thought when I watched a recording of WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? whilst preparing lunch.
It featured the story of broadcaster and journalist Anita Rani and followed the fate of her grandfather's Sikh family when India was partitioned in 1947. In the sectarian violence that followed the formation of Pakistan, millions of people were relocated and well over 200,000 people of all faiths murdered and the personal story of how a member of Rani's family committed suicide by flinging herself down a well rather than be raped by Muslim soldiers made for uncomfortable listening.
What affected me most, was Rani's emotional journey, for at the start of the programme she came over as rather an ambitious and dare I say false character and by the end, and especially after an elderly Sikh man recounted the stories of how his fellow villagers killed their own daughters in a bid to prevent them being abducted, she was transformed from frothy presenter to a profoundly moved and thoughtful individual....
If you get a chance to watch it, do so...it's a fascinating watch.
Anyway
What affected me most, was Rani's emotional journey, for at the start of the programme she came over as rather an ambitious and dare I say false character and by the end, and especially after an elderly Sikh man recounted the stories of how his fellow villagers killed their own daughters in a bid to prevent them being abducted, she was transformed from frothy presenter to a profoundly moved and thoughtful individual....
If you get a chance to watch it, do so...it's a fascinating watch.
Anyway
It's Sunday afternoon and I want to be reminded of happier things.....at home.
The Prof is asleep in the armchair and has covered himself with a blanket..He's left strict instructions
for me to wake him up with a hot cup of tea and a slice of Gay Gordon's cake just before 4pm.
The dogs are all asleep in untidy heaps about the living room and Albert is watching the sparrows arguing in the honeysuckle by the front door.
I have the lunch washing up to do.....
But I shall leave you with this weeks best innuendo from Bake Off
The Prof is asleep in the armchair and has covered himself with a blanket..He's left strict instructions
for me to wake him up with a hot cup of tea and a slice of Gay Gordon's cake just before 4pm.
The dogs are all asleep in untidy heaps about the living room and Albert is watching the sparrows arguing in the honeysuckle by the front door.
I have the lunch washing up to do.....
But I shall leave you with this weeks best innuendo from Bake Off
"Mel: “Four bakers remain. Two boys, two girls, all ready to tackle the semi-final.”
Sue: “I’m semi-hysterical.”
Mel: “I’m semi-excited.”
Sue: “Let’s get the semis on.”
Sue: “I’m semi-hysterical.”
Mel: “I’m semi-excited.”
Sue: “Let’s get the semis on.”
Open Wide
I've done a full day shift today , most of it supporting
strange nurses on a ward I have never worked on before
Staff shortages eh?
Anyhow I treated the Prof and I to salt and pepper squid from the takaway on the way home
It was ok
But well worth buying as I now know a certain bulldog can get 6 large prawn crackers into her mouth at one time......
Winnie has been with us for two years now
Her talents are neverending
Her talents are neverending
Winnie flipping Chris' underpants 2 years ago!
Pre Going Gently
I think I have always enjoyed writing, even though I am not all that good at it.
I was reminded of the fact by a chance meeting on facebook the other day.
As a late teen, I was part of the citizen Band radio craze that swept the country. My austin 1300 had a whip aerial, furry seats and a superstar 120 which could pick up conversations as far as Holywell
In a matter of days I suddenly had a large group of friends, picked up from the 1980 CB geeks of North Wales.
Black Sheep, Sweetie Pie, Green Giant, Bogey Man, Silver Fox, Psycho and Cherry Blossom, everyone had their own name or " handle" and I had, what I thought was a cracker, for I called myself " Pockets" .
I loved the camaraderie of it all. Most nights we would all meet up. We went ice skating, enjoyed pub quizes, enjoyed " eyeballs" ( meet ups with fellow radio fans) and hung out at Black Sheep and Sweetie Pie' s house , using it as a hostel, youth club.
I lost contact with most of the CBers in the summer of 1983 when I left to go nursing
Where is this amble down memory lane taking us, I hear you yell.... Well I shall tell you.
Sweetie Pie and Blacksheep had a baby called Kellie and as a gift I wrote her a book about the friends that met up on those rather naive days of the early 1980s.
It was a lumpy precursor to Going Gently
A few days ago, on facebook, Kellie sent me a message completely out of the blue..... It was this photo
The last page of the book I had written for her, some 32 years previously . She had kept it all of that time........
I was very flattered.
I was reminded of the fact by a chance meeting on facebook the other day.
As a late teen, I was part of the citizen Band radio craze that swept the country. My austin 1300 had a whip aerial, furry seats and a superstar 120 which could pick up conversations as far as Holywell
In a matter of days I suddenly had a large group of friends, picked up from the 1980 CB geeks of North Wales.
Black Sheep, Sweetie Pie, Green Giant, Bogey Man, Silver Fox, Psycho and Cherry Blossom, everyone had their own name or " handle" and I had, what I thought was a cracker, for I called myself " Pockets" .
I loved the camaraderie of it all. Most nights we would all meet up. We went ice skating, enjoyed pub quizes, enjoyed " eyeballs" ( meet ups with fellow radio fans) and hung out at Black Sheep and Sweetie Pie' s house , using it as a hostel, youth club.
I lost contact with most of the CBers in the summer of 1983 when I left to go nursing
Where is this amble down memory lane taking us, I hear you yell.... Well I shall tell you.
Sweetie Pie and Blacksheep had a baby called Kellie and as a gift I wrote her a book about the friends that met up on those rather naive days of the early 1980s.
It was a lumpy precursor to Going Gently
A few days ago, on facebook, Kellie sent me a message completely out of the blue..... It was this photo
The last page of the book I had written for her, some 32 years previously . She had kept it all of that time........
I was very flattered.
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