R's rue

The meal at "The Robin Hood" down at Millhouses went better than expected. Shirley and I sat at one table while Frances and Stewart sat at another table - two metres apart. Fortunately, we were  the sole occupants of a large alcove and were able to talk freely. We were attended to by a lovely waitress whose friendly demeanour enhanced our dining experience in these strange times. You were meant to order from a smartphone app but I told our nice waitress that I don't own a mobile phone so she kindly brought paper menus for us.  After my long walk in Nottinghamshire I was hungry. I had only had a banana and an apple for my lunch. I checked out the menu and noticed this:- MIXED GRILL   Grilled rump steak, chargrilled chicken breast, thick-cut gammon steak, two British farm-assured pork sausages and two fried free range eggs. Upgrade to 8oz rump steak for an extra £2.00 All of our steaks are expertly aged for depth of flavour and served with seasoned chips, grill...

  Life has a habit of side swiping you when you are least expecting it. I thought this when two large envelopes were delivered to the cottage by post yesterday. They contained a hundred or so photographs  Photographs from my twenties. The photographs had been found a while ago by the owner of my old home in Sheffield, which was a large  warm natured Victorian terrace on Wynyard Road in Hillsborough. They had been tucked under a built in seat, probably in the mid 90s, and then presumed lost in the subsequent move. Recently I had wondered if my ex husband had taken them by accident when we separated but zi had been wrong. The photographs were handed over to my former neighbour who is luckily still one of my best friends. Yesterday he had posted them back to me. Images of nursing friends and bank clerk mates, of family parties and CB “ eyeballs”  Proof of the parachute jump I did in my brother’s rally suit at the age of 22. Old girlfriends toasting happy da...

 Taking a nap in the sun being lulled to sleep  by Bach kissed by  Autumn breezes and yellow leaves from R's rue https://ift.tt/3mgN1Zn

 Strong coffee Willing heart Praying soul Open mind Happy today How are you? from R's rue https://ift.tt/3krMCCP

I was in Tesco’s in Llandudno junction the other night I was buying cakes for the day staff. I recognised the man as soon as our eyes met but couldn’t quite place him until after he had unexpectedly hugged me. He was the husband of a patient I nursed several months ago now, well before lockdown. The last time I had seen him, we had hugged We exchanged platitudes, in greetings, in how he was, about Covid. Then he said, after I had repeated How are you coping? “ Grief has turned me into a bad person.” I inclined my head why and he explained, The words tumbling out of his mouth in a waterfall “ I hate it when I now see intimate little moments between couples” he said “ when they share a private joke, or they hold hands or they Play argue by the checkout “ he waved his hand behind him at the tills. .......“is that normal ?...I resent people so much” ” It’s  normal “ I told him suddenly recognising his “pang” of feelings from my own perspective of divorce grief .and I ...

Doorway of The Old School House in Eaton What did my father Philip say to me before he died? Oh yes. I remember. Go east young man! And so I did. Late yesterday morning aboard my South Korean travelling machine, Lord Clint of Seoul, I travelled once more into rural Nottinghamshire. There were notices everywhere: "Tier 3 KEEP OUT!" and "Death to Tier 3!" but we snuck into the village of Eaton, south of Retford and parked opposite All Saints Church. I was not challenged by any of the roving red-faced COVID vigilantes armed as they were with pitchforks and burning torches. Sad Sack Johnson and his fish-faced health minister are considering tattooing all residents of Tier 3 areas but it would be very easy to conceal the big "3" on one's forehead with theatrical make-up. Consequently, I doubt that their evil plan will ever see the light of day. All Hallows Church, Ordsall Off I went by the idly meandering River Idle. Soon I was in Ordsall to the sou...