Bra Straps

 It’s 6.40am and I’m writing up my patients’ notes as the wind picks up over West Shore here in Llandudno.
A sizeable group of the  Orme’s goats, presumably  sensing the approaching storm crossed our car park in the wee small hours and entered the gardens of the housing complex opposite 
I watched them on the security cameras as they tiptoed past Bluebell.

Eunice will hit Trelawnyd hard around 11 am, where wind gusts have been forecasted to be 20 mph stronger than they will be just 2 miles north on the coastal plain.
There seems a lot of worry about this storm compared to the ones we’ve had in the past
I may sleep downstairs when I get home 
I hope my Churchyard laburnum survives…and my roof 

Hold on to your bra straps it’s going to be a bumpy day



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Refugees

A Syrian refugee in Lebanon
Abdul al Moamen (aged 10)    ©Paddy Dowling

Several days ago I watched a documentary piece on Channel 4 News and ever since I have been struggling to get it out my head. It concerned the plight of Syrian refugees.

As you may or may not be aware, the Syrian crisis has spawned more than six million refugees - desperate people fleeing for their lives from unspeakable horrors. Though some have made it to western countries, the vast majority find themselves in refugee camps closer to home - in Egypt, Iraq, Jordan, Turkey and Lebanon.

At the start of this month, a small Channel 4 team made their way through the snowy hills of Lebanon to a remote camp where freezing families live in tents and cardboard shelters. The refugees have little food and limited access to firewood, electricity or reliable piped water.

They are also short of another important necessity - hope. It feels as if the world has abandoned them even after being driven from their homes and all that they had known by the brutal Bashar Hafez al-Assad - a cruel wolf dressed in sheep's clothing.
The part of the video that really struck home for me was when Abdullah, the father of a large Syrian family, carved up nylon insulation tiles. to put in his small iron stove to create some heat for his wife and children in their. sopping wet tent. Of course, such fuel is dangerous because as well as providing some heat, it also creates toxic fumes. These were being breathed in by a coughing baby of six weeks and Abdullah's young toddler had several swollen burns on his hands through reaching out to touch the stove.

Another crushed father, Hassan, said, "Our future has gone. There is nothing."

We don't hear much about Syrian refugees in the TV news these days. Years are passing by and the refugees remain massed in desperate camps, struggling to survive with minimal support from aid agencies and the international community. These poor Syrian people were driven from their own ruined country to find sanctuary elsewhere and what have the majority found? Hopelessness, that's all. Meanwhile...
The Presidential Palace just outside Damascus, Syria


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See

 I finally realized 

I can’t fight

What is meant

To help me

The pride

And shame

Need to go

So I can be

The version of me

God desires to see



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Eunice

 Eunice is approaching and a calm morning is becoming a blustery afternoon.
My laburnum sapling in the churchyard remains steadfast against the stormy weather but the dead ash trees on the field borders have taken a bashing last night.
Today another weather warning has been made.
The coast road to work will be an interesting drive later.

It’s been a nothing sort of day, I met my sister in law for  lunch and have just planted out some miniature cyclamen on the patio shelving. 
That’s all I’ve done.


I once worked with a mad cap Irish nurse called Eunice 
She once remarked to a patient who had a gunshot wound scar in his chest that she thought he had a extra nipple



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