AND BE GLAD THAT YOU DID The phone message was full of foul language and vile sentiments…and I sent it to my boss! It was possibly one of the best things I have ever done. A common enough mistake Chances are, most of us have done something like this – written a few snide comments … Continue reading “How To Offend Everyone At Work With A Phone Message”
We didn’t ask to be heroes! This is a rant from someone who was on the front line during 2020 – not the NHS front line but the disposable, underrated Care Home front line. There were many stories of “cruelty” in Care Homes during the pandemic. Cruelty?? Things were overlooked and standards dropped at times … Continue reading “We Didn’t Ask To Be Heroes -Care Home Staff”
I decided to write a test post – test posts and test pages are important Posts and pages are very confusing if you are not entirely sure what the differences are. I need to publish this so that I can see where it posts to. Ah…I yearn for the days when pen and paper sufficed. … Continue reading “This is a test post”
Having spent time sitting contemplating the sheer magnificence of mountains, I was left wondering what it is about them that draws mankind towards them in worship. Why do we feel the need to draw and paint them, to write poetry and songs proclaiming their beauty and awe-filled majesty. Why do we struggle up the … Continue reading “Mountain high”
It feels like a piece of me is lostThough the picture is fine on the box;But when someone cares enough to put me togetherThey’ll see a piece of me is lost forever.Then every time they look at meThe missing piece is all they’ll see
What is a Pilgrimage? It is more than a long walk to an old place! Let’s find out why… What is a pilgrimage? To go on a pilgrimage is to travel to a shrine or sacred site, usually completing the final miles on foot. It is to pass along a path to a place of … Continue reading “How to make the most of a Pilgrimage”
Writing lines that will never be read, Words tumbling and jostling around in my head, A lyric named “what I wish I had said – but I didn’t.” Hearing a song that no one will sing, That elusive tune only silence can bring, Wishing I’d sung it like a bird on the wing – but I … Continue reading “I didn’t… ?”
Parys Mountain in Anglesey, Wales. The remains of a mountain whose innards contained minerals and metals mankind wanted. Her inner beauty lies exposed to the elements. Overly romantic? Yeah, I know! What can I tell you…I’m a poet! She stood, proud against the sea blown gales, her heart forged in the melting pot of a … Continue reading “Parys Mountain”
What turns “everyday normal people” into screaming firebrands of pent up energy? What too has the power to split families, create rivalries, draw lines across the country and paint areas, ghetto-like, in one colour? And what gives thousands upon thousands of people intense delight and gut-wrenching frustration on a weekly basis? Lastly, what has created … Continue reading “THE TRIBAL WORLD OF FOOTBALL”
Dear Traveller, one of the worst things that can happen whilst being away in the van is finding that also sharing the journey, sitting grinning inanely out of the windscreen, is a diarrhoea and vomiting bug. Murderous! Especially if there are no toilets nearby!! See, we have an agreement....no solids in the van toilet. Not that diarrhoea is solid but....you get the idea. How many holes can one dig without leaving the area looking like a mole army battleground? A toxic mole army battleground at that. The dreaded D/V struck us both whilst we were enjoying a peaceful weekend in the Suffolk countryside in an orderly and pristine campsite. Just making it outside at dark-o-clock to throw up right outside the van door is not conducive to a romantic break. Nor does it endear one to one's fellow field-sharers. Then there is the hurried trot (sorry!) to the camp toilet block ....again and again. Probably leaving a well-worn trail in the camp site's beautifully manicured grass. Never mind what we left in the impossibly clean facilities. Well....we came home. Having invented a new high number on the Bristol Stool chart, we did not want to share our new found infamy.
