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Shirley in Turkey in 2008...She wanted to try paragliding from a mountain Forty six years ago, a teenage girl came to Sheffield to begin her nurse training. Yesterday, her nursing career within The National Health Service reached its formal conclusion. I have been with her nearly every step of a career that she is entitled to look back upon with pride and happiness for I fell in love with her when she was just twenty years old. We married in October 1981.  These words were written in one of the cards she received yesterday at the health centre where she worked for the past twenty two years: To Wonderful Shirley! Just wanted to say thank you for everything! When I started here two years ago I knew nothing about being a practice nurse. You took me under your wing and taught me everything I know. Thank you for your patience, getting me through my smear training, answering my random questions and texts on an almost daily basis. You are an inspiration and a fantastic role model...

I heard this for the first time today as I walking the dogs at dusk and it caught me by surprise  Enjoy  from Going Gently https://ift.tt/3ABeOw7

 Back to basics What am I grateful for Break it All down And start again Because when You wake up sour You need to Try again What are you grateful for? This blanket that is keeping me cozy and warm Coffee Good books Raisin Bran And Jesus Who is always there Reminding me That bearing fruit Starts with my attitude from R's rue https://ift.tt/3KOxHjU

 On my days off Dorothy gets me up around 8 am for a wee. We then race each other back to bed for a lie in, where I know she will eventually wake me again around 10 30 or earlier depending on her pent up excitement pre proper walk. This morning the Church bell woke us both. At first I thought that there must be a funeral being called in but being Wednesday morning I then realised that is was a Church service in progress. Someone inexperienced was pulling the bell, the bell that was rejuvenated by the Community Association and last rung by Hattie and myself during the clap for carers evenings…. Anyhow the bell rang around a dozen times setting off the lonely hound that lives in a kennel on London Road. He howled like a banshee for ages  I walked the dogs and was stood drinking a bucket of coffee on the patio when Church service was over  And Mrs Trellis appeared sans bobble hat.  She wore her best church coat. The red one. She looked at my T shirt and told...