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 I hung the fairy lights behind her bed and looped them around the tracking hoist. We turned off the main lights and the support worker helped the patient into a pretty blouse. I twisted the bottles of Prosecco into an improvised ice bucket made from a sharps bin and We left the friends to enjoy their Chinese takeaway and drinks. Sometimes nursing is dire, sometimes unforgiving,  mostly it’s a challenge , but often …it’s a pure joy. I witnessed someing quite beautiful tonight, just before I left for home. I knocked on the patient’s door to say goodbye And saw four old friends sitting on a bed together like sisters do They were all holding hands . And very quietly , almost in a whisper they were singing as one I recognised the chorus  All I needed was the love you gave,           all I needed for another day           And all I ever knew,            Only you…..  ...

Gerald Ratner was the managing director of a big jewellery business. In the eighties "Ratners" jewellery shops could be found in every British city and large town. They were very profitable and took the mystique and stuffiness out of  traditional jewellery retailing.  The market they aimed for was distinctly working class - making jewellery affordable for the masses. Everything was trucking along very nicely until Gerald Ratner made a much reported speech to The Institute of Directors on April 23rd 1991. He said this:- "We also do cut-glass sherry decanters complete with six glasses on a silver-plated tray that your butler can serve you drinks on, all for £4.95. People say, "How can you sell this for such a low price?", I say, "because it's total crap." It was what has become known as his "Ratner moment". Feeling grossly insulted, hordes of previously loyal customers voted with their feet and stayed away from "Ratners" sh...

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  My sister Janet  arrived yesterday and did a cracking job on the front garden . In the afternoon, well  after she’d left Mr Poznan knocked on the lane window specifically to tell me now nice the garden looked.  He came in for tea. Janet has bought me a ticket to ABBA voyage for Christmas  We go in February which means another lovely trip to London.  The last time we went to a concert together, we went to see Tom Jones at the Sheffield Arena .  I smuggled in a bottle of gin , divided into two water bottles and not knowing it was neat, Janet decked hers a little too quickly  I remember when we’re on the tram home to Hillsborough she gave a drunken, spirited and rather variable version of Tom’s hit of Sex Bomb to a rather stunned 100 or so fellow passengers as she slid up and down a nearby handrail like a somewhat shaken poledancer  I think I need to get her a ticket to the Royal Ballet for her Christmas pressie she  ...