One Life



I went to see the story of the “ British Schindler” this morning. 
It’s a story many British people know from the 1980s That’s Life programme, where unknown to Nicolas Winton , the grown up children he helped to save from the war ravaged Czech lands during the war, surrounded him as he sat in the audience, and with quiet nobility made themselves known to him by standing quietly. 
It was a moment , in a usually tacky tv programme that lingers long in the minds by whoever saw it, for it was strong, moving and immensely  dignified .

In the end of One Life , this scene is reenacted as the story is told of Winton and his wartime efforts to secure the release of over 660 Jewish children by beavering behind the lines in London, securing visas, sorting out foster parents and raising money alongside his forthright, powerhouse mother Babette ) Helen Bonhem Carter in fine form) 
We see the idealistic and self effacing Winton ( Johnny Flynn) grappling with the numbers of children he had to leave behind and despite  the wise pragmatism shown by his mother, this anxiety and grief never left the older Winton (downplayed nicely by Anthony Hopkins) and only in his 80s , after meeting the first of “ his children” on That’s Life does the old man let his guard down and in one tear jerking scene sobs uncontrollably for the children he couldn’t save.

It’s a gentle film and highlights beautifully the work ordinary heroes did during wartime.

The real Winton on That’s Life

Following the film, I went to the new Asian supermarket in Chester Market to buy pancakes for Chrispy duck, gochujang paste and ramen noodles as well as some tikka pies from the deli next door
Hey ho


Bored



 All or nothing. 
I’m a bit bored today 
Typical. 
I took the dogs to the beach and uncharacteristically Dorothy waded up to her nipples in the surf before running for home with her eyes like saucers 
I bought halloumi fries from Aldi for tea with homemade curried soup
They always remind me of the Balcony Bar ar the Sydney Opera House
It’s wet and there’s nothing on in the cinema that I want to see
I’ve only spoken to a nice looking man on the beach who asked me how Dorothy’s puppies were getting on.



Kindness

 


It’s been a restful day
I feel whole again after hospice shifts which have proven challenging in ways you never expect .
Because of my experience and gender, I often work with the more challenging patients at work, yet I have the same mental mechanisms and reserves  as everyone else, so downtime today has been therapeutic and necessary 
My sister plated a lovely dinner for me today followed by a fuck off sherry trifle to die for. 
Kay, from work, got her chef husband to plate me up a wonderful dinner too as did a friend from the village who left me a selection of Tupperwared goodies worthy of a Queen’s Ransom, left on the ubiquitous kitchen wall. 
I’m watching the Kylie concert from The Albert Hall which is nose to nipple with gay men and I will be going to bed soon ….
The dogs are crammed in close 

But I concede that the cottage needs a cat again ….
A friend’s Queen mother has given birth late in the season and will be looking for homes in the new year

Boxing



 I was too tired to go to my sister’s house last night, and mooched on the couch.
Dorothy was indignant at Mary’s entrance and sniffed around her with the expression 
“ Where the fuck have YOU been!!!” 
We shared a bowl of pigs in blankets and watched old reruns of The Great British Bake off when Mary Berry had longer hair and Hollywood looked like a car salesman .
Today! After a glorious lie in, I drove down to my sister’s but missed my nephew and family by minutes. I bought them theatre tickets to a Liverpool theatrical comedy “all the family would enjoy” ( which means I’d hate it) 
My sisters did me proud with some lovely gifts , which I opened when I got home. ( a treat as I get bizarrely embarrassed when opening gifts in public) 
The gifts included vouchers for the Storyhouse and a dvd of Giselle which tickled me pink!!!
Lovely 
So I’m back home and it’s Boxing Day 
And I’m fine xxxx

Mary

 

16.40 Christmas Day 
Nothing sweeter than watching Mary happily tottering along the corridors of the hospice from my vantage point of the central office,
Exploring open doors, following a support worker, quietly saying hello to a patient
Running back to the office with a mini sausage roll in her mouth
She’s a sweet natured old gal who suddenly seemed to have the energy of the time she was a puppy 

Thank you for your Christmas Wishes

Christmas Day

 

It’s Christmas Day and it is as dark as night. Roger and Dorothy are with me down the lane. Mary  is sat in Bluebell, ears pricked. She is coming to work with me today .
Bitches fall out sometimes and never forget a spat, and poor Iwan ( Trendy Carol’s Husband ) found himself in the middle of a noisy bitch fight yesterday, which was unfortunate . 
To help with frayed nerves, my old girl will be coming to work with me , and will be spending time sleeping in Bluebell and being walked and loved and cooed over by a plethora of Hospice staff, patients and visitors. 
Dorothy is too excitable in the car and will bark incessantly during the 3/4 of an hour journey , not something I can cope with on Christmas Morning , so Mary it is.

But at the moment it’s just me, Roger and Dotty
And the dark lane , in uncharacteristic warm weather.
A barn owl , huge and almost silent swoops over our heads but is missed by the dogs in their sniffing, I watch it in awe….
I’m tired and have not slept well
2023 is coming towards its end and  I’m going to think about that over coffee before I leave
I want 2024 to be a happier year, but I’m dammed to know just how I make that happen 


I was four cards short in the living room Christmas card Garland  πŸ˜°πŸŽ…πŸΌπŸŒ²πŸŒˆπŸŽ„πŸ₯ƒπŸŽŠπŸ·πŸΉ
Hey ho 

Happy Christmas xx







80%


6 am Christmas Eve……..bucket of coffee between cold hands.
Last night I watched a schmaltzy Swedish movie, until late

The Christmas Cards reached 80 % the. Circumference of the living room
Almost there. I will wait until tomorrow to see if my old tradition finally materialises
A minor obsession admittedly, but suddenly ,and strangely an important one this morning

As I leave the cottage ,I spy a small chocolate Santa , standing on the Kitchen wall
He’s sheltering under a bit of bent cardboard
Mrs Trellis has been at work

JosΓ© Feliciano - Feliz Navidad



The sound worm in my head today. One of the doctors at work has been singing it incessantly, I’m sending a bit of silliness to reader Virginia who perhaps needs the diversion todayπŸŽ„

Chic Eleanor texted me yesterday afternoon and like a teenager would suggest thumbed an exciting
“Meet you in The Crown in ten minutes” text!
Luckily I was holding my phone when she messaged

We arrived together

It was lovely, 
“I do look a sight darling I’m in my scruffs” she shared breathlessly 
I thought she looked magnificent, 
Even her pashmina looked Christmassy 
We stopped at the pub for a good hour and half before leaving for home 
Hug fest in the car park before we parted.
She made my day, as she so often does.

So today….
The final village cards will be delivered . A book to Mrs Trellis, cards to the Manley’s and to others.
Jackson Nurseries which lie just outside village delivered a pot of spring bulbs to every house in the village, a tradition which is a sweet one.

Before she skipped off home, Eleanor gave me a tiny gift in the shape of a felt heart
“It’s for your first Christmas Tree next year” she cooed
Now you have enough decorations, no there’s no excuse” 
I thought about the beautiful iridescent glass bauble, the magnificent rubber chicken and now the heart, and a score of others put away in drawers and boxes and in the tea caddy on my desk
And She was right