Retirement

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 and I feel so lucky that I have had you to mentor me. You will be missed by all the team and by me especially.

Enjoy your precious time with your beautiful granddaughter. She is lucky to have you - you're going to have a blast!

See you soon for a few proseccos.

All my love,

Laura xx

And so that is it. The end of an era. Shirley is going to take some time out before deciding if she has really left nursing entirely. Of course, she will have opportunities to cover for absent colleagues or  to deliver vaccinations from time to time but at the moment she's not sure.

I am enormously proud of what she has achieved in nursing in different locations - from Accident and Emergency service in our main city hospital, orthopaedic ward nursing and then on to practice nursing - serving three different communities. Along the way, she worked very hard to attain  a nursing degree and a Masters having begun as a basic State Enrolled Nurse (SEN). And you know what - she always loved it - every step of the way. She was doing something that was undeniably worthwhile within an organisation that she was always very proud to serve - The National Health Service. It was a fantastic journey and she leaves without bitterness or regret. No one can doubt that she did her best.



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Grace Davies - roots (Official Video)


I heard this for the first time today as I walking the dogs at dusk and it caught me by surprise 
Enjoy 


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Attitude

 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



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Am I Too Old For Snoopy?

 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 me I looked cold and when I moved my arms added brightly 
“ Aren’t you a little old for snoopy?”
I suddenly had a Carrie Bradshaw moment when I looked down an realised I was wearing my snoopy T shirt.
“ I don’t know , am I too old to wear snoopy? I asked and she thought for a moment 
A little” she replied seriously .

I’ve kept the T shirt on.
I know, I’m a real rebel bitch
I’m meeting my friend Colin for lunch at Porth Eirias too
But I may wear a jacket 
Over snoopy of course.







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