My new iPad is just about up and running
But I am having problems with blogger and with commenting on my own blog comments
I may have to do so in blocks rather than after each comment
I quite like my new emoji though
iPad 2
My new iPad is just about up and running
But I am having problems with blogger and with commenting on my own blog comments
I may have to do so in blocks rather than after each comment
I quite like my new emoji though
To Hand
I'm writing this on my phone.
My old ipad died yesterday, but thanks to Amazon my new one will be here sometime today.
I love Amazon
I've always had good service from them
I hope they let their workers go to the loo when they want to
According to the tracker, the pad will be with me before 8 pm...
Stalin was a looker when he was a young man
Wasnt he?
Twitter has just shown me a photo over my bucket of coffee.
Chic Eleanor has texted too. She wants to reschedule coffee
"Oh Darling john !!" The text apologised " it's a no no I'm afraid!!"
My energy supplier has emailed me wanting to sell me a new meter too.
Social media...I need a PA to deal with it all
The tax office gateway messaged me too telling me they owe me a rebate
The tax office like Amazon has been right on the money
What's App have stacked a few messages for me to read. A catch up date with friend Nigel. Another with Colin and I'm waiting to sort out Sheffield.
Nu looked hot and bothered during her video call. Its 34 degrees in london
The radio is playing through another app
Oh and there is Stalin again on twitter
He was a bit of a looker!
Ablutions
I'm going for pink and green
Oh and with a shower with a Large glass door
Trendy toilet small hand basin
That's it
Small and colourful
The fantasy of owning a nice bathroom has followed me for years.
In Sheffield I had an avocado bath suite with thick carpet
Trelawnyd' s white bath is functional , but I fantasise about a walk in shower
Getting myself in to the bath at times is a challenge let alone manhandling a 27 kilo bulldog when she needed a pre surgery cleanse !!
I feel an Ikea trip coming on
Green tiles in the Shower
Pink walls
It's humid today, I could do with a cool shower on tap as it were.
The bulldogs are lying nipples to shady concrete and the butterflies were out well before 8 am rather than their usual 11 am .
I'm making a mood board for my bathroom
A walk in shower
I'm getting excited at the prospect
Third Home
I completed my last Community shift today and finished at lunchtime .
The community team have asked me to come back which is flattering and it's nice to think that I have a foot in each camp at the hospice and am popular in both.
It's nice to be liked and in just one year I feel settled and surrounded by nice people who care about me.
I'm lucky.
The hospice is situated a stones throw from Llandudno's West Shore and walking east you cross the peninsula that Llandudno occupies to the East Shore where the hotels and restaurants and promenade are.
It was a nice walk in the hot sun today. I left the hospice, walked past the Loreto convent and across into town. The streets were full of exotic looking orthodox Jewish families who holiday here this time of the year, and everywhere I looked down Abbey road there are family groups dressed in black suits, the men splendid in their big black hats, training tzitzits from their shirts, the women with headscalfs and pushchairs.
Llandudno feels very cosmopolitan in an old fashioned way.
As I passed the town hall a middle aged woman came out and gave me a double look. She smiled and said hello and asked if I was keeping well with a large wide mouthed smile
I had no idea who she was until she gushed on about the dog poem reading that was read by "the actor" ! She was the registrar at my wedding and it was her very first gay wedding and certainly one where love was likened to owning a dog
The poem was written by Taylor Mali and it was read out by one of my best friends John, who IS a bit of an actor!
First of all, it’s a big responsibility,
especially in a city like New York.
So think long and hard before deciding on love.
On the other hand, love gives you a sense of security:
when you’re walking down the street late at night
and you have a leash on love
ain’t no one going to mess with you.
Because crooks and muggers think love is unpredictable.
Who knows what love could do in its own defense?
On cold winter nights, love is warm.
It lies between you and lives and breathes
and makes funny noises.
Love wakes you up all hours of the night with its needs.
It needs to be fed so it will grow and stay healthy.
Love doesn’t like being left alone for long.
But come home and love is always happy to see you.
It may break a few things accidentally in its passion for life,
but you can never be mad at love for long.
Is love good all the time? No! No!
Love can be bad. Bad, love, bad! Very bad love.
Love makes messes.
Love leaves you little surprises here and there.
Love needs lots of cleaning up after.
Sometimes you just want to get love fixed.
Sometimes you want to roll up a piece of newspaper
and swat love on the nose,
not so much to cause pain,
just to let love know Don’t you ever do that again!
Sometimes love just wants to go for a nice long walk.
Because love loves exercise.
It runs you around the block and leaves you panting.
It pulls you in several different directions at once,
or winds around and around you
until you’re all wound up and can’t move.
especially in a city like New York.
So think long and hard before deciding on love.
On the other hand, love gives you a sense of security:
when you’re walking down the street late at night
and you have a leash on love
ain’t no one going to mess with you.
Because crooks and muggers think love is unpredictable.
Who knows what love could do in its own defense?
On cold winter nights, love is warm.
It lies between you and lives and breathes
and makes funny noises.
Love wakes you up all hours of the night with its needs.
It needs to be fed so it will grow and stay healthy.
Love doesn’t like being left alone for long.
But come home and love is always happy to see you.
It may break a few things accidentally in its passion for life,
but you can never be mad at love for long.
Is love good all the time? No! No!
Love can be bad. Bad, love, bad! Very bad love.
Love makes messes.
Love leaves you little surprises here and there.
Love needs lots of cleaning up after.
Sometimes you just want to get love fixed.
Sometimes you want to roll up a piece of newspaper
and swat love on the nose,
not so much to cause pain,
just to let love know Don’t you ever do that again!
Sometimes love just wants to go for a nice long walk.
Because love loves exercise.
It runs you around the block and leaves you panting.
It pulls you in several different directions at once,
or winds around and around you
until you’re all wound up and can’t move.
But love makes you meet people wherever you go.
People who have nothing in common but love
stop and talk to each other on the street.
Throw things away and love will bring them back,
again, and again, and again.
stop and talk to each other on the street.
Throw things away and love will bring them back,
again, and again, and again.
But most of all, love needs love, lots of it.
And in return, love loves you and never stops.
I was surprised she recognised me , but perhaps it was her first gay marriage
I laughed at her remarks about the poem and hid my left hand
I had jobs to do so I didn't stop
I walked to a little gallery on Mostyn Street and collected an original pencil drawing of a Llandudno goat I had reserved.
I fell in love with it when I first saw it
I took the drawing and some sandwiches and fruit down to the beach and sat on the sand to watched the holiday makers . The Jewish men there had taken off their hot black jackets but had kept their hats on. They talked in small serious groups whilst eating ice cream as their children cantered around
And I felt at home, sitting there listening to the screams of the seagulls.
My first home Trelawnyd
My second home Sheffield
My third home Llandudno
And in return, love loves you and never stops.
I was surprised she recognised me , but perhaps it was her first gay marriage
I laughed at her remarks about the poem and hid my left hand
I had jobs to do so I didn't stop
I walked to a little gallery on Mostyn Street and collected an original pencil drawing of a Llandudno goat I had reserved.
I fell in love with it when I first saw it
I took the drawing and some sandwiches and fruit down to the beach and sat on the sand to watched the holiday makers . The Jewish men there had taken off their hot black jackets but had kept their hats on. They talked in small serious groups whilst eating ice cream as their children cantered around
And I felt at home, sitting there listening to the screams of the seagulls.
My first home Trelawnyd
My second home Sheffield
My third home Llandudno
Ben
Click on the link below to read a perspective of one of my friends at St Davids HospIce
He writes so well
https://www.baysideradio.co.uk/news/nurse-reveals-all-on-frontline-challenges-at-crisis-hit-hospice-2472
Grease Stains
I had my hair cut yesterday by a colleague after work.
She told me I have cradle cap and told me off for using expensive medicated shampoos
" Just rub olive oil into your scalp" she told me
And this morning I did just that!
Only the bottle of extra virgin didn't have one of those pouring things in the neck and within a second I was dripping in oil.
Frantically I rubbed it into my scalp but great globs of oil splashed down onto my third favourite Walking Dead T shirt
I looked like a greasy teddy boy
Ian ( The head of the Community association) and Gwawr ( who is heavily pregnant and out for a rare drive ) were too polite to comment how much I resembled a cheap Italian waiter when I bumped into them but Mrs Trellis was less reticent and asked me pointedly just why I was sweating GREEN sweat !!!!!
I've had to place a tea towel antimacassar on the back of my armchair as I write this blog!!
Ive cleaned the cottage and cut the lawn as my sister shaped the Laura's bush and weeded and have hung the living room throws on the fieldgate to dry in the humidity of the afternoon.
Gwawr said that thunderstorms are on the way but I've still had tonwater the planters and the border plants who have wilted badly whilst I have worked.
The cottage clean
The garden neat
My sister's new business flyer
Olive oil is seeping into my eyes as I type this
I smell nutty
Happy Days
I'm having a large gin and tonic in the dark
The windows are open and it's 23.29
A storm is approaching
Solo
I know I said I'm not posting anything until Monday but this , I think deserves a brief mention.
From today I'm back working in the hospice inpatients and am working long days until Monday
My allocated patients were all new to me and so a support worker was filling me in with some background info
One patient, a quiet and cultured man, was a musician and the support worker asked me if I thought it was a good idea to offer him some time out to play the small piano tucked away in our hospice chapel
Of course I agreed.
The patient was thrilled And after some brief shenanigans with a wheelchair and urine bag tubing we set him up in front of the keys and left him alone......
Moments later, from the silence of the chapel and with several of the nursing staff leaning against walls and down corridors
We quietly listened to him playing this........
Quite beautifully
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