Rhyme and No Reason!

Blogger, author and rhymester who likes to find the humour in life.

Episode 15: No rest for the wicked….. — October 5, 2014

Episode 15: No rest for the wicked…..

Yesterday I thought that, due to Mr Grump’s ‘Man Flu’ I would be better off accepting the night shift at work, I had been phoned about, due to staff shortages. (it turns out that the staff were falling like flies with the same lurgy that I had just had). I presented myself fresh-faced (well,I have still got a bit of a red nose, and I  think a cold sore is forming on my upper lip) and ready for duty half an hour early at 7pm (I am always ridiculously early for everything)!

The Ward Sister greeted me enthusiastically, but told me it had been ‘a bit of a busy day.’ Usually, this didn’t bode well for the night either, but ever-optimistic I thought that at least the shift would go quickly if we had plenty to do to keep us occupied! ….

Two of my colleagues arrived ready for the night ahead, and as we sat chatting for a while, realised that it was time for Handover, and no-one else was going to turn up for the shift, apart from us three! This was not good, we have 27 patients and are at least two staff down, not to mention that someone has to be in one particular Bay at all times, as at least four of the elderly men in there are very confused, have no concept of the time of day, and do not necessarily want to go to sleep.They are all also very unsteady on their feet, but that does not hamper them in their attempts to go for little walks, so they really need a little extra monitoring.

We decided between the three of us, who would do what; one would administer all of the drugs to all of the patients, one would sit in with the ‘boys’ to try to settle them and keep them safe,  and I would answer the buzzers in the other bays, then once the drugs were finished, two of us would work together in settling the rest of the patients….in theory, this seemed the best option, but actually we were dealing with people here, and of course, reality meant that in the end, we had to ‘borrow’ a member of staff from another ward for 20 minutes, in order to try to get all of our patients comfortable, dry and clean before they went off to sleep, (those that wanted to sleep of course).

Finally, around midnight, we managed to grab a quick drink (It was so hot on that ward that all 3 of us were dripping with sweat, and parched to go with it)! I of course was starving as well. This healthy eating I am trying to do is all very well but a small stir fry 6 hours earlier had not sustained me, and I frantically shovelled in forkfuls of my salad, whilst briefly sitting down to write some notes. The other two were also doing the same,

After that brief respite it was all systems go again; although some of the men had briefly slept, one of them, although exhausted (he was almost walking around with his eyes shut),  would not give in to sleep, and he started making a bit of noise, which in turn woke some of the others up, and they too wanted to get in on the act! This took us a while to calm down, and of course disturbed some of the other patients, who had now woken up and were buzzing for attention.

By 4am, we were all pretty frazzled ,but with still another 4 hours to go, we continued running around right up until it was time to leave at 8am. (None of us had been able to take the hour-long break we were entitled to).

I staggered out of work,and got home to find that Mr Grump was already up. His man flu had prevented him from getting a decent night sleep. I listened sympathetically this time, poor thing. He did look rather pasty, and his whole demeanor looked woebegone and dejected…perhaps I would have been better off staying home last night with him after all!!

As exhausted as I was, I found that I could only sleep for a couple of hours (my body clock was mixed up and it decided to protest at being forced to sleep in the daytime).  So it’s an early night for me tonight, as I am back in work first thing tomorrow morning!!

Episode 14: Man Flu Blues… — October 4, 2014

Episode 14: Man Flu Blues…

I was going to start off today with singing the praises of Mr Grump! I have to say that he really got his finger out this morning. Off he went with a friend (who he had roped into helping) to pick up a new washing machine, got rid of the old flashing one, and plumbed in the new one in, all in a couple of hours. That is all the work I am going to get out of him today though, as he has caught my awful cold, but his has somehow mutated into MAN FLU! ….

Every time he sneezes I get a blow-by-blow account of how terrible he feels,  (of course I was never like that, and suffered in silence)! And talking of sneezing, why the hell does it have to be so LOUD? Honestly! I am  sitting here minding my own business when the next thing I nearly jump out of my skin as a huge ATI SHOOOOOOO emits from him,which terrifies the dog, making her leap off of his lap into a place of safety!

I have picked up snotty tissues which he has left on the coffee table (yuk),as he is too weak to walk to the bin to dispose of them properly! I have even made him a cup of tea today! Of course,at work, I look after poorly people all the time, and I really do enjoy it; however it’s his job to look after me (and of course Miss Hap) at home !!!

As it happened, I did get a call from work earlier on, asking me if I could come in and do a night shift tonight (I am not at all keen on nights), as they were very short-staffed. On this occasion, they didn’t need to worry, I jumped at the chance to abandon ship here at home and leave Mr Grump to fester, Miss Hap also knew what was good for her, and decided that she would stay at Nanny’s tonight to keep her company. The poor dog, however, has no choice but to stay here.

I did manage to ‘persuade’ Mr Grump that we needed to do the Supermarket shop today though, as it would do him good, rather than sit at home relaxing, and taking it easy!! I called Miss Hap in from outdoors where she was playing with some friends for her to come with us. She had got this ‘hair chalk’ stuff in various bright colours, which she had decided to experiment with today, on her lovely long brown hair.

Pillar box red is rather a lovely colour, and it did look quite nice on the ends of her hair,(thankfully it washes out pretty easily) However, for some reason, she had managed to get it, not only all over her hands as well, but her entire face! I told her to go and wash her face and hands immediately before we went out, which she (for once) obediently did! Unfortunately, although this stuff comes off hair very easily, it refuses to be washed off skin!

Off we trot to the supermarket (which was packed being a Saturday) with Mr Grump sneezing at full pelt, and Miss Hap, looking very flushed with her lovely tomato coloured face and hands…..I however, discreetly kept my distance from them!

Episode 13: Unlucky for some… — October 3, 2014

Episode 13: Unlucky for some…

There has been a bit of rebellion going on in our house today, and my poor nerves, already frayed from quitting cigarettes, are being stretched to the limit, due to the mutinous acts by cantankerous cars, and a petulant washing-machine!

For starters, the washing machine that Mr Grump resuscitated a few days ago, has now finally decided to throw in the towel completely, and is now back to flashing all it’s lights at me, mocking my fruitless attempts to get it working, I was really cross, and called for Mr Grump to sort it out for me. (My attempts at switching it on and off countless times, plus pressing all the buttons  manically, did not work for some reason).He couldn’t get it going this time either, so I gave it a savage kick to show it who is boss, and decided that it’s going to have to go!

Next, my car, that needed the spare part to get rid of the annoying light that keeps coming on…Mr Grump has a friend that ‘is good with cars’ who was coming over this morning to fix it for me…he duly turned up as promised and I handed him the spare keys so that he could drive it away to his ‘garage’ or whatever and bring it back minus the annoying light.

After about 10 mins the door again… did he forget something?  I wondered,(he is an older gentleman, with more than a look of a ‘mad professor’ about him, with his wild grey hair that stuck out at all angles; think Einstein and you get the idea)! “Is there a knack to it?” he asks as I open the door. “A knack to what?”  I replied, wondering what the hell he was on about. Well it turns out my car won’t start! It worked perfectly well yesterday so I trotted out there myself to start it up, only it wouldn’t go for me either (God knows why he asked me about starting it anyway, he’s the one who is supposed to be good with cars)!!

He assured me not to worry, he would go off and get a special tool to remove the part, and will be back very shortly. He eventually came back, got the keys again and went outside. As I was about to shut the door he turned back and asked where the spare part was? That was tricky, I didn’t even know what it looked like let alone where it was, and anyway, it was a good job he didn’t take the car away the first time if he didn’t check that he had the vital part he needed!

I phoned Mr Grump who was at a friend’s locally, dog sitting (the dog was due to give birth at any time and the friend had a hospital appointment to go to and didn’t want to leave it on its own to have the puppies. Mr Grump is not renowned for his Midwifery skills, but he’ll give anything a go) who told me that the part was in the boot, which I passed on to Einstein, and left him to it.

Back he comes again after another 20 minutes.” Have you fixed it?” I enquire, with a big smile, “No, I still couldn’t get the old part out. These cars were built to last” Oh great! I’m really pleased about that, but now what?!! He told me that once Mr Grump got the car running (He obviously had no faith in my abilities – and rightly so), he would pick it up, take it off and do some ‘grinding’ or something to it (to be honest, my eyes had glazed over by now, I don’t know anything about cars and it is no good trying to explain anything to me either).

So off he went on his merry way! Five minutes later, Mr Grump returns home (the poor dog hadn’t gone into labour whilst he was there) and I raged to him about my car not working….Turns out the spare keys didn’t have the chip in them that was needed to start the car, and when he went out there to try it with the other key, it roared straight into action! Too late now though, Einstein had to take his mother (My God, she must be ancient) shopping this afternoon,and I would have to wait until Monday now. Still at least the car starts, I suppose!

As these things always come in threes (well so superstition dictates), the final culprit was Mr Grump’s car. He has a stereo that was built-in at the time of manufacture, that now doesn’t work! For some reason this also affects the indicators, although they work, they don’t make that ‘click, clock’ noise when used, which is very important to Mr Grump! He does love his music, as do I, so it was vital that he fix this problem as soon as possible. He had looked up what to do on some forum or other a while ago, ordered the part from good old eBay,which had now arrived, and went out to get it sorted.

I decided to see how he was getting on and went out to have a look. Strangely, this new part had to be plugged into something that was under the front passenger seat, so there was Mr Grump, seat pushed all the way forward, groping about blindly in the back of the car trying to fit this part. With him being left-handed, and his bad shoulder also being on  the left side, he was trying to do it (unsuccessfully) right-handed.

He decided to approach it this time from the front of the car, pushed the seat all the way back and grappled about for a while longer. I decided to put myself to good use and offered to push it through from the back, but after about 2 minutes of pushing and shoving, I got cramp and gave up. He continued for a short while later, and after hearing a satisfying click, decided that he had done it!

Great, he turned the ignition on…and it still didn’t work! Undaunted, he decided that he needed to reset the battery. He made me stand guard over the car whilst he went back indoors to grab some spanner he needed (Nobody with any sense would want to nick ANYTHING of ours), and promptly reset the battery. Ignition on and this time NOTHING AT ALL, the car wouldn’t even start!!! ( It does sometimes take a while to cough and splutter into life, before conking out, a few times before it finally gets going). A few muttered curses and a bit of jiggery- pokery later and the car starts –  but not the stereo! Poor old Mr Grump, back to the drawing board for him!

Episode 12: There’s No Smoke….. — October 2, 2014

Episode 12: There’s No Smoke…..

I have finally decided to quit smoking! In light of the fact that I have had two really nasty chesty colds in the last two weeks, plus having only this week been diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes, I decided that drastic action was called for and the fags would have to go!

I am ashamed to say that I started smoking at a very early age, and coming from a large family, nearly all of whom smoked, it has been part of my life for the last 30 odd years. It started with the odd cigarette, but over the years has turned into a full-blown 20 plus per day habit I knew it was not going to be easy, so had already made the appointment for the “Smoke Free” programme and am now ‘patched’ up and ready to go!

Mr Grump came with me and the two of us are going to try to give up together. He very helpfully got rid of the few cigarettes that were left,  so that I would not be tempted by them when I got up this morning. After the awful night I had coughing so hard my ribs hurt, plus the blocked up nose, still with me from this cold, I know that we are doing the right thing.

More importantly, i didn’t want my daughter to become a smoker as well, and as you should lead by example,I know that the best chance I would have of discouraging her from ever becoming a smoker,was to not be one myself!

As I have also been told to lose some weight by my GP, this is a bit of a double whammy for me, as I can’t just stuff myself stupid whenever a craving kicks in! This is going to call for a LOT of self-control (something that has been sadly lacking in me so far, otherwise I never would have put on weight, and would have given up smoking years ago)!!

Still better late than never (God, how many more clichés can I fit into this)?! and, as some other members of my family have also recently given up smoking, I know I can get a bit of support from them, when things get tough.

In order to help with my cravings, as well as the patches, I opted to get a mouth spray that would give an instant ‘hit’ of nicotine when really needed. I thought I would give this a go a couple of hours ago, and My God, did it control the craving! That stuff is bloody lethal! It could easily double as pepper spray should the need arise. One squirt of that in the eyes could incapacitate King Kong for a good few hours. I thought it was going to be a nice blast of peppermint which would calmly stop me from feeling the need for a cigarette! How wrong was that! As soon as it hit under my tongue (and around my mouth and chin as my aim was a bit off), the burning sensation started. Shit, is my throat closing up? have I gone into anaphylaxis? Everything in and around my mouth went numb, for a good few minutes (that was after the coughing and spluttering stopped), before normality set back in. I was so stunned by the sheer strength of this stuff, that ANY cravings I might have had for anything at all were savagely suppressed!

Mr Grump is doing really well so far as he had already been using one of those e-cigarettes for the past few weeks at work, and luckily for him he is nice and slim so he doesn’t have to lose any weight either. However, he loves puddings, and I know he has a stash in the freezer of banoffee pies,and chocolate sponge cakes etc , plus he has hidden a couple of egg custard tarts in the fridge as he is scared that I might persuade him to give those up, and there is only so much deprivation a man can take after all!

Anyway his sugar stash doesn’t bother me at all, I can easily give up puddings…what will be difficult to give up though is chocolate! Ooooh, the velvety texture, the creaminess of it…the pleasure it gives…..not that I am getting carried away or anything, but it is something I do enjoy.  Imagine my rage then when yesterday, Mr Grump casually opened one of the kitchen drawers to reveal nestled in the corner… a CHUNKY PEANUT BUTTER KIT KAT!! I wanted that so badly, and here he was tormenting me with it.. I could have whacked him over the bloody head with it!

Time to calm down and start my distraction techniques… all this talk about things I am not allowed is making me want them again, and I’m not brave enough to have another crack at that mouth spray just yet, so I’d best start on another frenzied bout of cleaning things to take my mind off them!

Episode 11: Pop Culture. — October 1, 2014

Episode 11: Pop Culture.

I love music..a few bars of a long-forgotten song can instantly transport you back in time to the moment you first heard it, evoking all kinds of memories… the first dance with someone special, the song played over and over again just after a breakup, which is perfect for having a good sob to, or the one that you just HAVE to get up and dance to.

The other night Mr Grump and I were listening to an old 70’s CD, and I was musing over how music had changed so much over the years, My elder sister was desperately in love with Donny Osmond, so my earliest memories were of the sweet, and innocent (might be a song title in there somewhere) songs that he, and his family used to churn out prolifically throughout the 70’s. In a similar vein there was David Cassidy (oh so handsome)., David Essex (he’s still got it), and the Jacksons (always loved their music, not to mention  their crazy outfits)!

Then towards the end of the 70’s suddenly Punk Rock burst onto the scene with their spiky hairdos, safety pins, and bad language (You’ve got to love  the Sex Pistols, Friggin’ in the Riggin’). What a complete turnaround! Gone were the saccharine sweet lyrics, and the wholesome teenage heart-throbs, and in come lyrics that were written to offend, which were SHOUTED rather than sung, and the bands as well as the fans,puking all over each other, or fighting for the sheer hell of it.

The 80s though were my favourite, a bit more classy. The New Romantic look had taken off and bands like ABC, Duran Duran Duran, and Spandau Ballet, were dominating the charts…God knows they probably gave a huge boost to the cosmetics industry as well, with their carefully applied, perfectly made-up faces, (It didn’t put me off Phil Oakey from Human League though, and I still have a bit of a thing for him)!

Disco was a big thing through the 70s and 80’s as well, with groups like the Bee Gees (Unfortunately for them they were not blessed in the looks department, but were brilliant anyway),and The Jacksons, (particularly Michael,he really came into his own in the 80s, and their music guaranteed a full dancefloor at the the one and only nightclub we had in our town back then),

Oh yes, how I loved the music . Of course there were also the rather dubious ‘fashions’ that went along with the music, but the less said about those the better!! I cringe anytime a photo crops up of me in that era, with my garish make-up, awful, clothes, and even worse hair, but I was blissfully unaware at the time, as everyone else looked just as bad, (or good as we thought then)!!  Even Mr Grump had spiky hair and highlights, ( He does miss his hair, Bless him).

My daughter despairs whenever she gets in my car,and Gilbert O’ Sullivan is singing a jaunty little number, or  Kate Bush is wailing pitifully from the CD player. She has not quite learned to appreciate good music yet, no matter how much she has been exposed to it!

The stuff she likes to listen to (like Miley Cyrus, Rihanna, etc ) has to involve people straddling inanimate objects,’twerking’ or some kind of bump and grind routine (the most risque band I can remember were Imagination, or the bloke from Cameo that used to wear that ‘cod piece’ over his trousers)!

She also likes Eminem (actually so do I), but it is hardly easy listening for a young, impressionable child ,I remember when Frankie Goes to Hollywood released ‘Relax’ and it was banned by Radio 1!! Once I twigged what the lyrics were about, I was shocked! (Even though the Sex Pistols were around before them,  their ruder songs never got played n the radio). No problem now though they just blank out the bad bits, even though it is pretty obvious what is being blanked out, and they can usually listen to the uncut version on the internet anyway!

And another thing, not many recents artists have managed to produce a decent Christmas song, Who can compete with Slade, Wizzard, Elton John. Wham, and even good old Cliff Richard ?(you got to hand it to him, he does try). When I was younger, we would watch ‘Top of the Pops’ on Christmas Day to see who had made it to the prestigious number one spot, but now it is almost a foregone conclusion that the winner of X Factor or some such show would have got it!

Still, although I do enjoy some of the music that is around at the moment, I am more than happy to live in my little musical time-warp, as I merrily  screech along to my favourite songs  from yesteryear!

Episode 10: Back in their day….. — September 30, 2014

Episode 10: Back in their day…..

As I sit here sneezing my head off, (the cold is in full swing now) trying to muster up a bit of energy to do  even the smallest of tasks, I wonder how my Grandmothers used to cope when they felt lousy, back in the days before we had all the mod cons which make our modern lives so much easier, and I feel pretty ashamed of myself for being such a wimp…..!

Both my Dad’s mum (Nanny R), and Mum’s mum (Nanny M) lived next door to each other, at the time when they were born, in huge  Victorian houses, situated on a very pleasant street, not far from the beautiful Jurassic coast in the South-West of England.

Nanny R had never been married (scandalous in 1929 when she gave birth to my dad), and lived with her spinster sister (Aunty May), whereas Nanny M was married with one daughter, and three sons, one of whom suffered with Muscular Dystrophy.Both nans were under five foot tall, but what they lacked in height they made up for, being extremely feisty!  Aunty May however, was tall and slim with a sour face, and personality to match! Mind you, I can understand why she was so bitter, as apparently she had a fiance who her father didn’t approve of, and forbade her to marry,so although engaged for years, she never did marry him – or anyone else!

Nanny M used to take in lodgers during the war whilst Grandad (an officer in the Navy) was away, and she certainly had her work cut out for her. Not only did she have her young children to look after, but she had to cook all of the meals for her visitors (no convenience foods for them), plus somehow manage to launder all of the linen etc without the aid of the trusty washing machine we rely upon so much today. I remember seeing these massive wooden tongs that she used to have, plus this washboard thing she had to scrub the laundry against.

This must have been so time-consuming and cumbersome for her, especially as she also had to iron everything with a flat-iron that was warmed up by the fire. This along with cleaning the entire four-storey house single-handedly must have been one hell of a mammoth task.

Nanny R and Aunty May did not have any lodgers, they were ‘above’ all of that, and accused Nanny M of running a ‘knocking shop’ (she found out about this and gave them a piece of her mind). They just lived there with their very strict father (a Peppery Old Sod is how my mum referred to him) and my dad. They too had a lot of work to do in the house. I remember walking into their house as a child;  it still had all the bells on the wall (very Upstairs, Downstairs), labelled with the names of various rooms, which I presumed my great-grandad would ring to summon them to do his bidding.

Aunty May went out with her father to work during the day which would leave Nanny R to run the house and prepare the meals for them when they got home. They had a huge garden where they would grow their own fruit and veg and Nan would conjure up delicious meals with all fresh produce.  My own experience eating at their house was a VERY formal affair. There was a huge table laden with all manner of vegetables, meats, and other dishes, but you got NOTHING unless you ate your bread and butter! My siblings and I were to sit in silence and only speak when spoken to. We were not allowed to leave the table until we excused ourselves and God help you if you didn’t behave with the correct table manners)!!

Still, it was a small price to pay,at least we didn’t have to wash up afterwards,  as my poor Nan was left with all the clearing up to do, along with everything else that needed doing! The mountain of crockery, cutlery, pots and pans to clean up must have been so disheartening for her, especially as she had cooked and prepared the meal to begin with!

Never once did I hear my Nans complain about their lot in life. Yes, they were both lucky in that they lived in these gorgeous properties, but they did all the work themselves. I don’t remember them moaning that they felt ill, and didn’t want to do anything except languish in bed, feeling sorry for themselves….they just got on with it; it was what was expected of them and they did it with good grace.

I am blessed that I have had such strong,hard-working women as my early role-models. I know that if they were here now, I would get a bloody good telling off,and told that I needed “a good kick up the arse” to shake me out of my inertia, and they would be right!!

Episode 9: Bittersweet — September 29, 2014

Episode 9: Bittersweet

Monday morning,the start of the working week, uniform ironed, lunch made, car fuelled up….everything is ready. Only problem is, the bloody lurgy has come back AGAIN!! I can’t believe it, I have only just shaken off a sore throat and fever (see previous posts), and now it has come back with a vengeance in less that a WEEK!! This time as well as previous symptoms, I now have the full-blown sneezy, snotty, not to mention snorty, cold that goes with it!! This time, I decided I will go and see the doctor…..

I go to wake Mr Grump up,for him to get ready for work, and as he got out of bed, he startled me by emitting a mighty yelp! It turns out that his shoulder was hurting (He injured it at work about 3 months ago when he slipped on some wet steps whilst lugging some goods he was delivering, and he fell all the way to the bottom) and every now and again it plays him up.However, off he went in his little delivery van to start his rounds.

Miss Hap trudged off to school, laden with so many bags (PE kit, cookery ingredients, plus usual books etc) that I could barely see her beneath them all. God knows, whether I am going to get my ‘fruit fusion’ as promised, or whether it will end up being a smoothie due to the fruit getting mangled on the journey to school!

Anyway, with those two out of the way, I settled down on the sofa to languish in my self-pity, and watched awful daytime tv, punctuated with regular loud sneezes exploding from my poor nose, making my head hurt. …

After about an hour I got a call from Mr Grump. He was at his first delivery, and just as he was finishing bringing in his last load, his shoulder gave out completely, so he was waiting for the boss to pick him up to bring him home, and he would need to see the doctor…could I make him an appointment?!

I said I would, but didn’t hold out much hope that he would get one,as  I had  spent 15 mins trying to get through on constant redial, and then could not get one until after 4pm. Needless to say, once I told the receptionist what had happened to him he got one for 12.30!

Another half an hour goes by, and then I get another call from Mr Grump. His boss had dropped him off a few of miles away as he had a meeting to go to, and could I pick him up?!! NO, I bloody couldn’t! I’m supposed to be wallowing in my illness here, I didn’t want him home moaning and groaning about his shoulder all day, and demanding attention! Still, guilt got the better of me and I dragged myself out to get him! My guilt was compounded when the doctor signed him off for two weeks with a suspected torn muscle (OUCH)! Still, at least the dog was pleased to see him!

My turn came to see the doctor,and as suspected, it was a virus, inflamed throat, hacking cough, fever etc,  but I would just have to put up with it; however the results were back from the blood test I had done last week, and although most of them were fine, the fasting blood sugar was too high, and that coupled with other symptoms I had been experiencing, meant that I now had Type 2 Diabetes. Shit! I didn’t see that coming…..

My mind was reeling as she printed off some information sheets, and informed me that for the first three months I would have to go on a strict diet to try to control the blood sugars, Oh My God, this is going to mean a lot of changes,I had already cut out what little sugar I ate anyway, but now would have to be extra vigilant for the hidden sugars that are in so many foods. Plus of course I would need to eat a healthier diet. She then told me nonchalantly that she would register me as a diabetic, and ushered me out of the door!

Stunned, Mr Grump and I went to pick up his prescriptions that he had got earlier, from the pharmacy, and he asked me what cough mixture I wanted to try to assuage this awful bark that I have. “For Christ’s sake make sure it’s the sugar-free variety!” I answered…I think there may be some challenges ahead!

Episode 8: Lazy Sunday…! — September 28, 2014

Episode 8: Lazy Sunday…!

Sundays are not  relaxed and peaceful days in our house, as there are plenty of chores to do in order to be prepared for the week ahead….

As I am an early bird (lie-ins to me are getting up at 7.30am) I thought I would crack on with the ironing, which had built up during the week from the molehill when I last looked,  to the mountain this morning! As I was working my way through, I realised that some of my clothes had taken on a new lease of life, and were differently coloured than before. This, however was not an improvement, whites had become sludge, dirty dishwater grey, and some of the brightly coloured items, were now dull and drab. Mr Grump has been ‘helping’ with the washing again!

During the week the washing machine had been playing up, and Mr Grump set about it with his ‘tool box’. He was so delighted that the flashing lights had gone,and a load of filthy water had come out of the drain plug (all over the kitchen floor, which he proceeded to mop up with my nice clean towels, grrrrr) that he shoved a load of washing on with no regard for mixing all the different colours together.

Ironing done, we all set off to do the obligatory grocery shopping. Miss Hap needed some ingredients  for a ‘fruit fusion’ she was making in her first cookery(!) lesson at school tomorrow, so, as she needed quite a selection, we ended up getting a load more stuff on top of the usual weekly shop.

Back home Mr Grump decided that it was now time to get rid of the orange ‘grenade’ shaped light that was continuously showing up on the dashboard of my car; spare part and trusty tool box in hand, and flushed with success at fixing the washing machine he buggered off outside, leaving me to put away the shopping.

The fridge and freezer are his domain; he carefully fits everything in nice and neatly, but this is not my style. I rammed all of the bits and pieces in haphazardly, along with the two pots of salad I had made myself for work for the next two days. I could hear Mr Grump outside the kitchen window, working on my car, the bangs and taps he was making under the bonnet did not bode well, and sure enough, after a while he came in disgruntled, as he had been unable to even remove the part that needed replacing, despite the brute force he had exerted on it!

He decided to make himself a cup of tea to calm his nerves (a cup of tea is the cure-all for every stressful situation), and as he opened the fridge to get out the milk, one of my salad pots decided to do a leap of faith and somersaulted out of the fridge, landing with a ‘splat’ on the floor. The top had come loose but luckily not much had spilled out. Mr Grump bent down to pick it up forgetting that the fridge door was still open, so as he stood up he whacked his head on the open door.

Stifling my laughter (he was not even in the slightest bit amused), I busied myself  with the task of preparing the vegetables for the roast dinner we would be having later (It is boiling hot outside, but being a traditionalist, Sundays means roast and that’s that)! Miss Hap went to Nanny’s for her roast as they are ‘so much better’ than mine!

In fact, she has just come home now, so the battle will begin to cajole, coerce, and ‘encourage’ her to get her homework done, Happy Days!

Episode 7: You can choose your friends…… — September 27, 2014

Episode 7: You can choose your friends……

Today is a very special day for one of my family..it is her wedding day.It is going to be a ‘celebration of joy’ which will be shared with 100 people who bring her the most joy. How exciting it will be…only I won’t be there to enjoy it..in fact none of the rest of my family will be there…we weren’t invited!!

The bride-to be is my niece(brother’s daughter) who announced on Facebook some time ago that she had become engaged. Now my family love a good wedding and we were all looking forward to getting new outfits for the occasion, plus keen to meet the prospective new groom who had captured her heart. As she is in her 30’s, my niece had taken her time and chosen carefully the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, so he must be pretty special….

My brother and his wife had themselves been married for twenty-odd years, which is a record in my family! Mum and Dad divorced when I was very young (both re-married), and out of the rest of us, one has never been married but has two children by two different fathers,one has been married twice, two married three times, and one separated from his wife and in a long-term relationship with his current girlfriend; (as you may have gathered, there are a lot of us).

Added to her long list of aunties and uncles on both sides (her mother’s family is also large, but they have only had the one spouse each),there are a huge number of cousins as well, so I can imagine that it would have been difficult for her sorting out the numbers for the wedding. However, the rest of us have managed to plan our numerous weddings without too much trouble, incorporating all of the family and friends.

Anyway… after the engagement, things went quiet for quite a while, until good old Facebook told us that a riotous Hen Weekend had taken place during the summer… All of the ‘Northern’ lot were there (Bride’s mum’s family), and there were some lovely pictures of them having a wonderful time, plus lots of comments from the bride, enthusing about how fantastic her family were, and lots of little inside jokes about the weekend….

Needless to say the ‘Southern’ lot (my family), we a little upset that we hadn’t been included in this weekend. However it did look pretty expensive and perhaps the bride thought we wouldn’t have been able to afford it. After all, most of us have ‘menial’ jobs including cleaners, drivers, health care workers, teaching assistants etc, whereas the bride is a buyer for a top fashion chain, her other relatives are high-flying sales people,owners of exclusive boutiques, and other glamourous well-paid jobs.

Never mind, there was still the wedding itself to look forward to…however the invitations never came… So today, as my bother is giving the beautiful Bride away, in her wedding gown made by her mother, plus six bridesmaids..I wonder what he is thinking as he makes his speech.. Is he glad that our 82-year-old mother is not there voicing her opinions? (she has reached the age now where she feels she can say what she bloody well likes, regardless of whether or not it might offend someone); Will he miss the sight of his 3 sisters dancing around their handbags? cackling like witches as one of them(usually me) trips over something and lands in an undignified heap on the floor), would my eldest brother show him up with his many tattoos and his unique idea of what outfit is suitable for a wedding? would he not like to jostle with my other brother, about who is the more successful out of the two of them? what about his nieces and nephews, would he not love to see  them enjoying themselves, all catching up with each other’s news?

No doubt I will see the stunning wedding pics today on Facebook as they slowly emerge, and I will be happy for the bride and groom,…however, although I will never really know why us Southerners got excluded from the wedding ,(the above perhaps is a bit of a clue), however dysfunctional we all are, we are still decent people!

Episode 6: Just an Ordinary Lunch …. — September 26, 2014

Episode 6: Just an Ordinary Lunch ….

For many people, sitting around a table for a nice civilized lunch is something they take for granted,,, however in the hospital where I work, lunch is a much more  individual affair….today, however was different…

This week had been pretty hectic at work. We have a total of 27 patients, across 4 Bays, 2 of which are male and two female. There are some patients which we need to keep more of an eye on as they like to go for little walks up and down the corridors, and anywhere else they can get to so, they are put in the two bays that are closest to the Nurse’s station. As all of them are elderly, and many unsteady on their feet, it can sometimes be pretty difficult with the number of staff we have, to keep a constant watch on them, particularly as we still have lots of other patients that also need our care and attention.

Although it is not unusual for us to have a few restless patients, this week we had another two patients that had been admitted to the Ward,along with the other four that were already there, so the staff were playing ‘hide and seek’ quite a lot!

Around the patient’s lunch time, as I was walking down the Ward, I happened to look into the ‘Boys’ Bay, and was greeted by an unusual sight. Someone had commandeered a large table from the office and it was plonked down in the middle of the Bay. A crisp, clean white sheet, fresh from the linen cupboard had been used as a rather nice table cloth; About six patients of both genders we sitting around the table, (these were the patients that liked to roam around); most of the women were sporting rather fetching white plastic, disposable aprons , while the men opted for the large, square inco pad tucked into the front of their nightshirt in order to keep themselves clean. The nurses were their waiting staff, cutting up their food, and serving them drinks etc and everything seemed to go very well.

I stood there for a minute, and was truly touched by the sight of them all sitting there together enjoying their meal. Ok, they might not have been talking to each other much, but they seemed relaxed and settled AND they were eating! This was so good to see, as it can be so difficult trying to encourage many of our patients to eat, The fact that these patients were sitting down together also gave the rest of us chance to feed our own patients without interruption.

A few years ago patients eating lunch together would have been an ordinary occurrence as most Wards had a Day Room, or somewhere that this could happen, but now, for various reasons, they have all gone and have been replaced by more beds -which seems such a shame. Such a simple, everyday event, yet it seemed to give such pleasure.

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