R's rue

Yesterday's metaphor about a private blog being like the front room in someone's house was immediately trashed by a visitor who burst into the house with a spray can and tossed my cushions around. There were accusations and allegations and far too many words. The visitor would have done well to take on board some of the helpful guidelines contained in yesterday's blogpost - including this advice: "You don't start criticising everything from the moment you walk in and you don't start taking over the conversation either." In the fifteen and  half years that I have been a blogger, I have always refused to enable comment moderation. In fact, until a few minutes ago I did not even know how to do that. For me, it very much goes against the grain to check out  comments before they are posted. But that is what I have now chosen to do. I apologise to regular commenters for this change and I am sorry that there will now be  some police tape between us.   An u...

I have told this before but it’s well worth a repeat. 1985, I was a second year psychiatric nurse just starting my “ Long Term” placement on Action Ward at the West Cheshire Hospital in Chester  which optimistically called itself a rehabilitation ward. The patients had already been rehabilitated within an inch of their lives, and non were deemed well enough to be placed into half way house facilities in the community. I was still very much a new boy at work, and it showed as many of the patients ran circles around me in an environment which reminded me very much of old institution and concrete thinking. It was Christmas week and my responsibility was for an older patient called Ivy. All I really remember about Ivy was that she always wore a smart red coat buttoned to the neck and smoked roll ups very precisely.  She had been in hospital for neigh on thirty years and was diagnosed as a paranoid schizophrenic  For me , she was benign, polite and compliment with ...

 When you  know the call you do it even when i don't feel  it's that good Obeying you not leaning on my  own understanding  just became  real in this moment so i continue to be faithful in the small  So that you are glorified magnified and revered May mustard seeds become the roots of greatness for the Lord who reigns  supreme in my heart from R's rue https://ift.tt/2KKMilR

The Christmas Cards have filled the living room, kitchen window and the baby blue bookcase in the living room. This pleases me.  I’m shallow enough to think this is a good thing. Cards posted with care and attention mean more now I’m older. I’m the second to last on the postman’s delivery route and he never gets by much before 3pm...so today I’ve left him some mince pies in a Christmas themed plastic food box. Working tonight from Going Gently https://ift.tt/2LR48E4