Tuesday, 22 May 2018

Moll's Gap, Lady's View and Kinsale.


 Just off to airport.......
Hey ho



Last Day


The sun is shining


Irish farmhouse breakfast!!!!!!!
Black pudding, potatoes, onion, bacon and an egg! 
Now off to Moll's Gap, Killarney lakes
And Cork



Monday, 21 May 2018

Nu's Birthday

What a cracking day....sightseeing, a long walk, adventures with good food, wonderful scenery,lots of talking, scrabble, a film and lots of laughter..happy birthday Nu! I love ya xxxx










Film night the excellent Spanish thriller Contratiempo


Sunday, 20 May 2018

Kenmare Bay


The Ring Of Kerry


Nuala's cottage is picture perfect.
A delightful hideaway surrounded by what looks like an all encompassing forrest
It was nearly ten o clock when I took this photo and the light in this part of Ireland seemed not quite of this world.
We talked, ate sea bass and sipped wine and I slept nine hours solid without having a wee.

Saturday, 19 May 2018

A Good Show


I've been watching some of the wedding at Manchester Airport.
I found it all rather moving.
Mind you the dignity bubble which surrounded the occasion was somewhat burst by a rather common woman in an orange singlet who was drinking a pint of lager from a plastic glass.
She turned to her companions and roared " Meghan's a real classy bitch ain't she? "

Friday, 18 May 2018

Outwîtted ...updated

Irene , now in the livery stables fields! 

Right on our side we had the collective force of Sue " the sheep", livestock experts Eirlys and hubby John, village elder Islwyn and his brother, blogger sue and her lovely hubby, me, sailor John and Irene's favourite neighbour Mandy who was waving several slices of delicious bread!
On the other side was Irene......

Having leapt the field fences she is now running with the ponies down the road!

Till next time dearheart

Postscript

Nuala my best friend will meet me at Cork Airport tomorrow
I think I am in need of my friends at the moment.
Little kindnesses have been the order recently, as...as you all know, I've not been quite myself as of late.
And little kindnesses have come thick and fast......and for these I have been so very grateful.
From the kind chat over the graveyard fence, a surprise lunch out,a workbased phonecall when busy, messages, messages, messages....an unexpected arm rub whilst on a walk, an on line reunion with a spunky old psychologist friend, sweet blog comments, a couple of hugs and bizarrely enough , a trip to a flower arrangement presentation with 70 old ladies!

I am very lucky , ...hey ho

Throbbing Like A Porn Star's *€+!

I am on a hefty dose of flucloxacillin which has played havoc with my digestion.
Thankfully this morning my septic thumb is responding to the therapy and has ceased to throb with the intensity it did yesterday, even though it does resemble a  large Victoria plum.
I aim to go back to the hospital later for a dressing change, but only after corralling Irene , who will be going to pastures new today if we can catch her.
I've conscripted a somewhat eclectic band of helpers. Village elder Islwyn, chicken keeper Eirlys and sailor John amongst others said they will be available but I am dubious that we will be successful ......
Watch this space.
The cottage is quiet today. William and Mary went to kennels yesterday so only Winnie and George are home and in these warm spring days they only have the energy to snooze and fart.
Albert is out hunting baby rabbits
Tomorrow I fly to The Irish republic to stay with Nuala for a few days. She has a cottage there, out in the sticks and it's her birthday.

It will be good to see her.

Thursday, 17 May 2018

Blast From The Past


Watching Tenko on sky! 
I'm a sad fucker
I loved Rose and Blanche best

Wednesday, 16 May 2018

Septic Thumb


A Conversation at the local minor injuries department 6 pm this evening

Nurse: " Keep the dressing dry and come back on Friday for us to reassess it"
Me: "of course"
Nurse: " Have you got anyone with you today?" 
Me : " Yes Mary is waiting for me in the car"
Nurse: " Can she drive you if you have problem with the gears?" 
Me: " No she's a Welsh terrier!" 
Nurse " Smart Arse!" 

News

I let Mr Hughes into the church last night in order to photograph a memorial for the fallen from this parish from The Great War. He has just realised that several names have been left off the main memorial Cross by the village Hall.
He has made it his mission to ensure they are added the short list of the dead.
Afterwards I attended a meeting of the new Community Association .I like the new members, they are vital and friendly and alive.
They also have their meeting in the pub over a pint, which is a nose flick to the stuffiness of most official meetings .
I told them about the running of the flowershow , and was pleased that they may resurrect it at some stage albeit in a different form.
On the way home I stopped outside the Hall to listen to the Male Voice choir at their rehearsal
It was quite beautiful

Tuesday, 15 May 2018

Smoke And Mirrors


Nursing helped me to read people.
Especially those in stress, illness and crisis.
My speciality has always been rehabilitation, where encouragement, occasional bullying and humour was the order of the day.
Yesterday a friend from the village asked my advice.
Her elderly mother had been poorly and after treatment had retired to her bed.
As we all know Bedrest in the elderly can be a one way ticket and so I offered to give her a pep talk.

I used the old  " smoke and mirror" approach
I took along my old sphygmomanometer and after a bit of banter I checked her pulse and blood pressure and asked questions about tablets and pain. I was courteous but relaxed and we laughed with my face level  with hers before I finally suggested that she needed to sit out of bed at least every morning and every afternoon .

She agreed without hesitation .
It must have been just a tad galling for the patient's daughter who had spent hours cajoling her mother into activity to finally see her move her arse off the bed but the outcome was worth it, with everyone happy.

I was reminded of a teenage paraplegic patient from long ago who refused to get into his wheelchair for the very first time. His named nurse, who was a blowsy, big busted and big hearted girl called Ruth had  approached the situation appropriately for a while. She had sat the patient up in bed over a few days, explained the procedure of getting up, listened to the patient's fears and supported his anxiety and had used a former patient who was already up his his wheelchair as a peer support but the boy was steadfast in his refusal to get up.
Ruth decided to use a more unorthodox method of rehab.
She pushed her cleavage to its max and vamped things up with wry smile.
A bit of harmless flirting, did the trick as the proximity of a straining bust, the threat of a less than motherly hug had the boy calling out to me  with a resigned and playful "okok get me up get me up...get me out of here"! 

Like I said. Smoke and mirrors....smoke and mirrors.....
And a small bunch of flowers from the daughter , delivered last night, proved that smoke and mirrors do work when things need to get done.