R's rue

  I’ve opened my lovely cards and gifts over my usual bucket of coffee. It’s 6.15 am Lots of good wishes and some fab presents  A luxury day out with Nu on the 1930’s  Northern Belle  train, some cracking dvds and  worlds best uncle  socks from Leo. Some beautiful gin glasses, gin, a lovely toucan print which is already been hung in the new bathroom, a vintage butter knife and salt , a grand fermenting jar for making my own kimchi , a cactus , a garden hose  and four Mars bars sellotaped intriguingly end to end and wrapped in a tea towel decorated with dog breeds of the British Isles from  Mrs Trellis. I’ve got a quick zoom meeting with friends Ruth in Scotland and Ben in Korea shortly and Nu has just rung Then off to work…. I’m in my 61st year. I promise no more birthday chatter from Going Gently https://ift.tt/pc0zm8k

Outskirts of Bordertown From the flight deck of this humble Yorkshire blog, I occasionally like to travel to far flung settlements. Some of you may recall that in recent months I have transported you to Stanley, South Dakota and to Lebanon, Kansas - both small towns in America that most readers would have probably never heard about before. I certainly hadn't until I began exploring. Bordertown Institute on Woolshed Street  This evening we are moving thousands of  miles away from America and I am taking you on a journey to  a little place in South Australia called Bordertown. What an imaginative name this small town was given in the nineteenth century! You see it sits close to South Australia's border with the state of Victoria - hence Bordertown. Doh! In recent years its population has risen to around 3,000 of whom 2,000 were born in Australia. The others mainly come from South East Asia, New Zealand and Great Britain. Only thirty three inhabitants describe themsel...

I’m tired tonight  We had a nice long walk with Eleanor earlier today  And we are all dozing early  I’m off to bed shortly and it’s well before nine Chic Eleanor made my day,  She took my arm when we walked,  And didn’t let go And she hugged me long and hard when we parted It was lovely   from Going Gently https://ift.tt/qd9ovUS

 Honest post here.  Envy Those four letters Give me pause An anxiety For I suffer  From it  Started at sixteen Medically unable  To drive Now to social media Seeing the destinations That capture my imagination And I’ve not seen yet I know I’m in A waiting season And I’m having To trust What I don’t understand About myself I’m no longer Seeking the answer  I just want to learn What I was too stubborn To do  Long ago from R's rue https://ift.tt/jW5rV6T

 The removal and subject of masks in Wales has ruffled a few feathers since yesterday and last night I received a few messages ( mainly from nurse friends who are totally opposed to the legislation) I’ve reflected on it and feel ok with the decision , especially from a hospice’s perspective. If I was a nurse in the acute sector, I would keep my mask on Throughout the pandemic our hospice was the only healthcare facility I know, that remained open to visitors. We had to maintain a strict policy, regarding numbers and track and trace and PPE but every patient who was at the end of their life, could have their loved ones with them to say their goodbyes.  I visited many family homes when working on the community , where a house was packed with grieving relatives and I had to balance my own safety with the fact that syringe drivers needed changing and patients needed turning. The taking off of our masks yesterday was almost symbolic.  The nurses, the doctors, our physio, ...