R's rue

What do you do when someone's head falls off?  In my opinion you don't try to re-affix the old head, you simply make a new head. Of course it is possible to recycle some of the features of the old head including eyes and nose. Creating a new mouth requires a screwdriver but why bother with ears? Hearing is an overrated sense in my opinion. Three regular visitors to this blog get by very well indeed even though they are essentially deaf. The reason that Bob's head fell off  is that the temperature was rising outside. Water was dripping everywhere. Those of us with hearing listened to the drips as the previously crunchy snow began to turn to slush. Before Bob's head fell off he lost his nose and one of his potato eyes. He looked a right mess. Little Phoebe was coming here in the middle of the afternoon and I was a little worried in case she suffered some kind of trauma upon seeing a now headless Bob. That's why I did the swift surgery - no anaesthetics or anythin...

 I’ve just checked on Albert and he’s hidden himself away under the spare bed again. Roger crawled underneath the flotsam when I climbed the stairs and has decided to stay with him which is odd  Or perhaps it’s not . I’ve left them both there lying close to each other. Funny animal humanity on show  Mary and Dorothy just can’t be arsed . Hey ho from Going Gently https://ift.tt/x0gAEM3

  As a student nurse , I knew this view very well.  It’s the view of the west side of Sheffield from the multi story Royal Hallamshire Hospital and I love this photo in particular as in the recent snow storms a few schoolboys had written this greeting to all of the patients whose wards look out over the city. How sweet is that? Thank you for all your best wishes for Albert, who is brighter today , although certainly not out of the woods health wise . In the middle of the night, tired of the cramped conditions , I retired to my own bed followed by Mary and Dorothy. Roger remained on guard and was fast asleep on the floor when I got up at 8 am for their walk.  Albert stirred from under the bed when I moved it aside and looked at me angrily He hissed when I tried to examine him  He doesn’t look well and has lost weight but, still there he was, so I left him be and took the dogs out. He was sat on my bed when I returned.  I crushed some cat food in my ...