The My Favourite Corner competition will conclude tomorrow evening
I have another two dozen or so to show you then
The Sams conference was generally a productive day. We had a presentation from a survivor of abuse, perpetrated by Care home staff on children at Bryn Estyn Children's home in Wrexham in the 1980s which proved not only moving but incredibly helpful as the presenter underlined just how Samaritans failed him at that time.
Sometimes it's important to examine how's things go wrong rather just to explore good practise
I don't leave the dogs all day usually, but when I finally got back to the cottage it was past 6 pm and Winnie was stood sulking in the living room her sad eyes facing the wall.
She does this when she feels slighted.
I had preempted this diva-esque behaviour by buying her a packet of chicken flavoured Crisps in Bangor Hospital's staff canteen which I rattled enticingly at the kitchen door, like a Spanish dancer with a pair of castanets.
She munched on them with her eyes shut as we all sat in the rain next to the Church after wees and poos
But still looked away when I called her to follow me home.
I had trouble walking too for the cold rain had stiffened my sore legs, made even more sore by a somewhat energetic game of badminton with gorgeous Dave last night
I hobbled around ten yards before Winnie finally got up to follow me with a sigh
She will sulk that I went out for so long until bed time.
I have another two dozen or so to show you then
The Sams conference was generally a productive day. We had a presentation from a survivor of abuse, perpetrated by Care home staff on children at Bryn Estyn Children's home in Wrexham in the 1980s which proved not only moving but incredibly helpful as the presenter underlined just how Samaritans failed him at that time.
Sometimes it's important to examine how's things go wrong rather just to explore good practise
I don't leave the dogs all day usually, but when I finally got back to the cottage it was past 6 pm and Winnie was stood sulking in the living room her sad eyes facing the wall.
She does this when she feels slighted.
I had preempted this diva-esque behaviour by buying her a packet of chicken flavoured Crisps in Bangor Hospital's staff canteen which I rattled enticingly at the kitchen door, like a Spanish dancer with a pair of castanets.
She munched on them with her eyes shut as we all sat in the rain next to the Church after wees and poos
But still looked away when I called her to follow me home.
I had trouble walking too for the cold rain had stiffened my sore legs, made even more sore by a somewhat energetic game of badminton with gorgeous Dave last night
I hobbled around ten yards before Winnie finally got up to follow me with a sigh
She will sulk that I went out for so long until bed time.
Winnie Sulking
