R's rue

All the neighbour's lights have come on . Walked bulldog in bare feet for last walk of the night. Stepped on frog Frog screamed I screamed even louder Bulldog then swallowed frog I then screamed again Off to lie down in a darkened room This still makes me feel slightly sick and vaguely hysterical all at the same time I do so miss Winnie  from Going Gently https://ift.tt/3i8hVUt

Old advertising on the former "Cross Keys" pub in North Clifton Most English people are keenly interested in weather forecasts. This is undoubtedly because we enjoy a changeable maritime climate. You never know what you are going to get upon this island on the edge of Europe. One of the "favourites" stored on my laptop for quick access is the BBC Weather site. There I regularly look at five locations. It's like a compass. I have our city suburb in the centre. North is Penistone. South is Chesterfield. West is Tideswell . East is Worksop. The differing forecasts for these locations frequently determine where I will go when I fancy a good long walk. I like to avoid being rained on if at all possible. The Old Nurseries in South Clifton Today I headed east - beyond Worksop and across The River Trent via the toll bridge at Dunham - not Old Tasker Dunham but Dunham-on-Trent. Once across the river, Clint grumbled "Are we nearly there yet?" and I told ...

 This flawed one Seeks affirmation From others That formula Only brings Disappointment For approval From fellow man Is a recipe For regret From a source That cannot fill Our deepest longings For the One  Who sustains Me Is  The fixer  Of my soul from R's rue https://ift.tt/3lcGm54

In the 1990s I was fortunate enough to be enrolled on a six month course specialising in the care of the Spinally Injured patient. This was based at the Southport Spinal Injury Unit , which then had unique experience in caring for patients who had total paralysis of their bodies, including their muscles which initiated breathing.  Many of these patients would be ventilator dependent for life. I got very close to one man who I will call Jim. He was in his thirties and had broken his neck in a car accident . The injury was so severe that he would need ventilatory support over night but could come off the vent during the day after which he could breath for himself albeit only for a few hours. He could feel his face and talk in a whisper but had no physical control over his limbs, body and head. My shifts were always weekday mornings with afternoons off for study, and so every morning I would take Jim off the confines of the ventilator, wash, dress and feed him and prepare him f...