R's rue

I’m working the next four out of five long days ( the hospice is getting the most of me before I go part time in four weeks) so I may not be blogging every day. We are so short staffed, a symptom of post covid too, me thinks ….so many nurses have left nursing after the last two years  In health care masks are still to be worn and it’s playing havoc with my beard which has morphed from being a trimmed goatee to something like Father Christmas would be proud of, Perhaps I will leave it and wear purple, and shout in the street…..I’m 60 on Wednesday   from Going Gently https://ift.tt/tcoBS4F

When I chose "Yorkshire Pudding" as my nom-de-plume I had also been thinking about "Fat Rascal". The fat rascal is another baked Yorkshire delicacy made famous by Betty's tea shops in Harrogate and York. It is essentially a large scone with some ingredient twists - including citrus peel and sour cream or creme fraiche. We looked after Little Phoebe on Monday night and took her to nursery school on Tuesday morning. Mummy and Daddy were away for the night celebrating Daddy's birthday in a country hotel near York. When they returned, they gave us two fat rascals as a reward - bought at Betty's tea shop in Harrogate on Tuesday morning. See the picture at the top. They were very yummy. I guess that if you eat too many fat rascals you might become a fat rascal. Back in June 2005, I decided against the nickname as my body was and remains as lithe and sculpted as that of an Olympic swimmer. Ingredients 100 g butter, softened 250 g plain flour 75 g curran...

  The cafe in Chester’s Storyhouse doubles as a library and a study area. Consequently it is always busy with tables filled with students on their laptops and diners eating Trendy bites. I found a table only frequented by one academic type at his computer and asked if I could share. He readily agreed and made room for me when I returned with my Americano.  As I sat down the man pointed to my T-shirt and asked if I was being ironic I told him that I was but added that most herbivores were big boned. He laughed and said he wasn’t inferring anything. The man was slim and smart and was in his forties. He looked Middle Eastern or perhaps Egyptian but had a crisp radio 4 accent. I looked at my phone and I could feel him looking at me.  We fell into an easy conversation . He asked me what I did for a living and mentioned he had done some work in Chester’s Hospice collecting recorded thoughts and reflections from patients. I shared that I had done the same from older ...

 I have no words today.  Look upon us Lord Grant me peace Where there is No understanding  Search your hearts Your souls Dig deep Because today  It is a privilege To be alive from R's rue https://ift.tt/W16sduf