R's rue

 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 from Going Gently https://ift.tt/oMDahZJ

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  s ix 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 f...

 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 from R's rue https://ift.tt/FJGCPUx

  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 from Going Gently https://ift.tt/d7PvpAu