Monthly Archives: June 2017

Ugg is the word


One of the pleasures of summer is to get up early on a Sunday morning and head to the local car boot. It is 4 minutes drive from home and has been the source of some good finds as well as ideas. It also reminds me that stuff maketh not the home…..If not on duty then off I go, cash limit in my pocket and the search is on.

Three weeks running I have missed out on snapping up fired pots for the garden. They cost so much new that I am determined to find decent ones elsewhere. Again today, I was pipped at the post, despite being there just after 8….

There is little if anything I need and once there would have been the temptation to buy something for the price rather than necessity, but of late I do not part with my 50ps and pounds unless it is needed/will be used/ fits into my mental scheme of how this house might be one day.

One stall had on it a pair of brand new UGG boots, in grey (my favourite colour for slippers), never worn and oh, so fluffy. I walked away without asking the price. Then u-turned. Last winter the fitflop slippers I had worn for neigh on 5 years died. I could not justify replacing them at the time and UGGs were out of the question. I need robust, warm things on my feet in winter and love the natural feel of sheepskin. £10.00 AND MY SIZE. These babies retail up to £175.00, so they were my bargain of the day.  No pots, but a splendid white hydrangea and a pink gaura alongside a ton of tomatoes, red peppers and garlic to make gazpacho, something cool and tasty in this weather.

Back I go now into the heat to cut the grass, weed and then tackle the house. I LOVE having time off and have enjoyed this weekend enormously. Squash later today as well….

Very happy.


The week that was


As you have read before, to earn the degree we have to do 2300 hours in placement over three years. At this stage, most of us are working shifts to reach that target before we go back for our final day at uni, and to avoid having to make up time in the summer. I am doing 5 shifts this week and then four a week for a further 4 weeks. That should bring me just over the total.

It is tiring but without the pressure of academic work, much more relaxed and there is a chance to really focus on the fact that in 2 months I will be doing this for real. Yikes.

On Tuesday however, I met with my academic supervisor and the lead for research development at uni to talk about publishing the dissertation. It was a great meeting in that I discovered that they really do support the process and that there will not have to be a massive reworking of the paper. The target magazine was agreed on and now we wait to see what they say.  My supervisor in the meantime has been visiting different hospitals in her line of teaching and claims that she wants me to talk to staff on the stroke unit in one major London hospital and the dental staff in another. She says she has already discussed it with them! That part got me really nervous, but I am not thinking about it as it may never happen….got to get into print first!

On the ward, Sister continues to strike fear into our hearts and smile as she does it! She did sign me off though. I am so thrilled.

On my day off I pottered around the charity shops and got some knitting needles for a new project that is about to begin. This little number x 2 for the children of the lovely L. Can’t wait.  I went to the library and borrowed a book to read just because I HAVE THE TIME…..Em and I are off on a quick road trip to Belgium in two weeks to see Francoise, so I booked the ferry and got 8% cash back.  I picked up Juno from her other home and was given a huge plant pot that might do well in the front garden with a little tree in it….

I have had a stern talking to myself this week about health, diet and booze mainly, and admit that there is far too much of the latter in my life at present. It’s more habit than anything, so I am about to have an alcohol detox. The window cleaner and I love a beer, but he will have to love it alone when he pops over. At least for a few weeks. When my lovely friend from Japan is here though, I am jumping off the wagon!

The election result overnight seems to ad to the chaos of the last few weeks in this country. Everyone seems unsettled. Things are changing, there are policemen and women stationed in the corridors at work. There is discontent and frustration but regardless, I count my blessings all the time.




Done and dusted and back to life


I am back, no longer chained to a laptop or computer, checking references, proof reading, editing, fretting, sleeping about 5 hours a night, getting home from the library at midnight. Because….I have submitted my dissertation and it is not due until Monday.


It was handed in on Friday, complete with embarrassing typo on the front page…I could have wept. The hours spent picking over that thing and right there, in the question on which the whole paper was based, a spelling mistake. But then I thought, why get anxious. It is a mistake, sloppy maybe, innocent, definitely, but it is the content that counts……

Before submitting it, I was asked by my supervisor if I would consider putting it forward for publication. The thrill and the sense of pride. I have WORKED on that thing, really put my heart and soul into it. The supervisor got a second opinion from another lecturer, who agreed, and we meet next week to discuss how it can be turned into a publishable article. No guarantees of course that anyone will want it, but what a great experience.

But the loveliest thing is that since Friday afternoon there has been a sense of relief and peace and even…normality.

Friday night we went to the local pub (5 minutes walk) to a Comedy Beats show. It was hilarious, and we will go again. We played pool afterwards, drank rum and walked home.  Today, normal things were done. I planted out a tomato seedling that was getting sad and leggy on the kitchen window sill. All the little geranium plugs have been planted up in two gorgeous glazed pots and now sit on both sides of the front door.  We sourced a new bike saddle for the hand-me-down bike that the window cleaner’s brother gave him. We rode 6.5 miles to a local village, had a beer and sat in the garden, then rode back. The weather was glorious and I haven’t felt so relaxed in months.

I did come off the bike big time outside the house though. The window cleaner did a funny little jump on his bike over a high curb and I for some reason approached said curb at a snail’s pace…..hit it, then as I fell over the handle bars and twisted to avoid landing on my head. I have a HUGE bruise on my butt now…..

Long day shift tomorrow so lunch is made and everything is ready. I am happy with my lot, happy with my efforts, and happy to be back in blog land. x