Christmas Eve
The nativity left by my friend Ben at work It is quiet in the hospice tonight. The staff ordered a Chinese meal for supper which we shared with one of our younger patients . The only patient who could manage to eat. He was worried about his erratic blood sugars but the prospect of a sweet and Sour ball finally won him over. He cleared his plate. It’s a funny day Christmas Eve isn’t it? ...and to be honest most of mine will be in bed with a neurotic bulldog glued to my body. But if you are not busy with traditional preparations , the day tends to be a time for reflection and of memory. I don’t want to be haunted by melancholy thoughts tonight, for it is still the night when I write this and only minutes ago I have just stroked the hair of someone muddled and restless until they fell asleep... I miss my hair stroked Hey ho Do you remember Christmas Eve last year ? I was working here, on the same shift And at roughly this time, I stood and listened to a colleag...