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Gawd it been a busy day The four staff on duty today were on their feet all shift. And when we finally finished work My fellow staff nurse looked at me with tired eyes and said with succinct economy   “ I’m Fucked!” I bought two cheap scotch eggs from the local spar shop as huge waves lashed the West Shore in Llandudno.  The whole of the North Wales coast is under flood warnings this weekend as gales push the high tide South. The scotch eggs weren’t too calorific or tasty  So I didn’t finish them as I listened to radio 2 on the way home The Only Way Is Up by Yazz kept me awake It transported me back to The Roxy nightclub on Bootham in York circa 1988 A club frequented by nurses on Thursday nights  Accessed by a door and a staircase, a stones throw from Bootham Park Hospital just outside the city walls. Thursday nights were alternative nights Where nurses partied hard, and where we shared the dance floor with gay men and women , a few moody goths and...

"Hello! My name is Lottie and I live  at The Animal Farm in Graves Park which is a 240 acre public park in Sheffield's southern suburbs. I live with some sheep, llamas, alpacas, chickens, guinea pigs, pot-bellied pigs, rabbits and goats but I am by far the biggest. I am a shire horse and I'm five years old. My ancestors used to plough the fields of England before tractors came along. The Animal Farm is aimed at children and families but on Thursday I noticed a tall dark stranger walk into the yard in a Hull City manager's coat. He was brandishing a camera and asked me to stay still while he snapped an arty farty picture of my right eye which you can check out below." Before arriving at The Animal Farm on my circuit of Graves Park, I had called in to The Rose Cafe for lunch - a sausage and chopped tomato  sandwich with a mug of tea. This was my table as I waited for the sandwich to arrive:- Here's another picture from the park. A lone sycamore tree with...