Sometimes ( and certainly not often) Facebook delivers an interestingly little game to be played
This one came to me from a colleague from ITU which I answered
Somewhat intrigued and full of Its all about ME!!!
I posted the same question
And the answers, well really surprised me!
Peoples' memory of friendships suddenly seem so wonderfully fickle and odd.
Something that you had forgotten ( I didn't remember putting my mother's false teeth in Roland Robert's tea cup) was something they first recall about you when asked
How weird and how wonderful.
I have no recollection of the budgie incident, nor the cream cracker eating contest or the eating of fat rascals in the snow...and so the messages received have a certain poignancy to them
I was once washing a lady's face who was dying.
This was when I was a student nurse working at the Royal Hallamshire Hospital in Sheffield
Her large extended family had left her exhausted but happy and I was preparing her for the next wave of visitors to arrive
Out of nowhere I asked how she would like to be remembered
And she smiled
" fondly" she whispered " fondly"
I Can only apologise for the under[pant thing |
I have to say that my poor shoes were the subject of much ridicule on ITU |
well the lesbian with the screwdriver conjures up some thoughts |
I may have to explain Dale Card's message
as he was a patient on spinal injuries and I helped him (chemically)