Monday must be a Man, it comes too quickly...Just saying

Up to now Monday has been like any other Monday. Had to nip to work to take my work laptop in for repair. Obviously all the nurse's are spaced out in base ( not in the head) but seating, I so miss being in the thick of it but doing my bit regards helping keeping my patients out of hospital, not with COV 19, but with  management of their mental health, and supporting their corer's, I know they appreciate the chats and contact it gives both a sense of normality, which is very difficult when suffering with Dementia, or Alzheimer's at the best of times.

                         Trust me this was how it was in the old day's in Mental Institutions
                                                  Oh well carry on regardless nurse

Bit of R n R

Steve and I did our walking out counting steps leave that to Steve and his App, there was a bit of a purpose today, Mel had always never been a man frightened about anything, and dying was on the list , he died at home with Viv and I with him, he so desperately hung on for Steve to get back from Japan, saying in his final day's when does Steve's flight land marking it off in his book, but always checking the book was it today he was landing.
He did manage a few words on the phone the day before, but he could hardly hear, and both Viv and I knew that was when Mel realized he wouldn't make it back and began to slip away. They always used to say they were brothers just from different mothers. Must move on as this is bringing that day back, he was dignified and the old Melvin back in charge doing it his way with pride and leaving this world and the people around him, with love and a sense of over whelming love for the man that was still in there, that had been lost for many years.


Any way he always said chuck my ashes at Maxwell's that will do me, so that's what we did today, just a few the rest will go to Spain, and  then on a nice bush that's when this is all over, intend to get one and put in the soil as he loved the view out of our window.

Cooked Salmon with peppers and cherry tomato's for tea, caught up with my friend who fingers crossed maybe joining us in our team if she is excepted for the post.
Sarah is one of the kindest souls I know and love her dearly. We have shared over the years at work, lots of triumphs and total disasters, but mainly lots of situations that have stayed with all of us, probably for life, so lets hope she gets to join this old war horse for the last chapter of her working life and continue to do what we do best, be the best Mental Health team ever.


Have prepared tomorrows meal, not done this before so  hope it works out, its Chicken and herb balls they look quite zippy so think with some rice and Basil leaves will be tasty.

 Talking to Sarah, has bought back a lot of lovely memories, she hopes I will include some of the antics and stories in my blog which she is reading. The lunchtime stories I used to divulge always managed to make them laugh as they were so colourful and oh so bloody funny. I have asked her to think of some that I may have forgot, she did remind me of a few.

Like the one when Viv, FUNNY, Viv seemed to be involved in a few, we were at Lincoln at the Christmas market, the day had been long and it was time to catch the coach home, There were Porte loo's but the queues were horrendous, we both have problems just crossing our legs, so we managed to find a walled lane, it was dark and thick with fog a real pea souper. We couldn't see a hand in front of us. We found a recess in the wall and proceeded to pull our knickers down and have a pee. I t was such a relief, all of a sudden a light went on and we looked down and we were in some ones porch peeing on a welcome home mat. Needless to say we legged it, just one of the situations we got ourselves in. I promise you there will be more.

Just a short blog I think today, well not sure if it is just seem to type away, so going to settle down and read a friends blog Claire's, if anything she is responsible for getting me on this path of discovery I will call it. Because I have not got a ruddy clue where it will take me or just drop me off at that BUS stop I bang on about... Nighty Night all.