General Chat

What are Fat Quarters Mandy?? Bags for socks sound brilliant idea for the children. There must be so many pairs of socks in that household :-D :-D.. I have enough trouble just with Chris and James's socks. :-S. There are so many alike I never know who the belong to.I just pair them all up and they get their own.

Ann, I did miss your posts but have now read them all .Thanks for doing this. We have needed someone elses memories as we ran out of ours yonks ago .It was such an interesting read. Many similarities to my younger school days .It seems many things didn't change much until the late 60s . How sad that your friend died at such a young age :-(. Cross country and running around the school field was probably my worst nightmare.I did always manage somehow not to do the whole of the Cross Country and just arriving at the end pretending to be puffed out :-D

Both you and Annx would have definitely been university candidates and it is a pity you never got there.But haven't you done well putting yourself through all those exams .
I had to get the bus home from the age of 4.Then the bus conductor would see me off the bus and across a very busy main road when I would walk the rest of the way. I would be given the bus fare (I think it was 3d) but sometimes I would buy an icecream from the van outside school and then tell the bus conductor I had lost my fare :-D.
I moved to Wembury when I was 9 and started at the Old School where there we just 2 or 3 classrooms . Ruth Wood (my dear old friend who passed away the other week aged 99) was a teacher there. Miss Hunt was another teacher and she wore a big boot/shoe on one footand had a dreadful limp. I wonder if she might have had Polio .The Headmaster was Mr Ellison and he was the one who put me off maths for life by shaming me once for getting something simple wrong.He made me stand on a chalk X on the floor in front of all the class. He emigrated to Tasmania just afer we moved to the new school that was built just further up the road. Then Mr Eaglestone became Headmaster and i am still in regular touch wth him :-D. I think he s 87 now.
I went to Plymstock Comprehensive .It was the first year of it becoming Comprehensive.The Headmaster was Mr Busby and he had a big waxed moustache and drove a Rolls Royce. He was quite a formidable character and was ofen seen flexing the cane :-S. The Head Mistress was Miss Tucker who was always falling asleep. Thinking about it now I think she must have suffered from narcolepsy. Mr Cornish was Deputy Head and he was quite a nice man as far as I can remember.
My best friend was Anne and my Mum and Dad always said she was a bad influence.
I think she probably was as she loved mucking around in class and I just went along with her. We got up to all sorts of mischief and had repercussions such as the ruler or detention.That meant not being able to get the school bus home. I can't remember now how I did get home. Anne and I among others were once threatened of being banned from using the school bus. Again I can't remember what we must have done . But is was a case of being hauled up infront of Mr Busby (with the waxed tache) He threatened to tell our parents.Oh boy that was enough to make sure we behaved(at least for a while :-D) He could have always given us a lift home in his Roller :-D :-D
I left school with just 2 O levels and 10 GCSEs.I think I got grade 1 in 3 GCSEs which was eqivilent to a pass in an O Level .( not sure if that is correct) I wasted my time at at school and know I could have 'done better' as was said many a time in my school reports. I do have some brains and eventually did something with them and became a Nurse after working in Athens as a Nanny ,being a driver for a Vet and then a Nanny again for a very well to do family . It wasn't until I was about 22 when I finally did something worthwhile and did my Nursing Training. Good job I did as that is when I met Chris.I was a Renal Nurse then and he had come to the unit for an interview . He got the job of a 3 year medical rotation and his first 3 months were on the Renal unit .
We married in 1981 :-D

I think I have gone on enough now . Chris is glues to the Rugby. 44-8 to us st the moment !!!!. James is going to have a bath and I am going to crack on with dinner.

sunny here at the moment. I have roast pork this evening for our meal. Not cooked that for ages so feel like a new cook. Other meals I know off by heart, luckily this one the timings are on the wrapper.

Ann, I know what you mean about money arriving not worked for. But it was worked for, as you said our pay was kept low to compensate for the good pension. I wish people would understand that.

It must be a continual worry about your OH's eyes. was it the original op that actually caused the problems or is it just coincidence?

Mel, naughty girl all those chocs. Luckily we have eaten all the Christmas chocs now and just allow ourselves two squares of dark chocolate every evening.

Had more hailstones and now the suns out again. Silly wether and its really cold out there.

Hope Gill is feeling better today and can get rid of that nasty cough and sore throat.

Oh is watching the back of his eyelids and I have just been naughty and eaten 5 chocolates. Feel sick now...................... wish I had'nt done it. :-S

I am going to corn the girls now and then make some sausage rolls for tea.

Frank I have told you before to ask your doctor if you can have OMEPRAZOLE capsules for your indigestion. Both oh and I take them and they are great. We don't get it anymore, well only occasionally with oh.

Yes he's had trouble with his eyes this past year AnnG. Started with cataracts removed, then he had retinal tears and lots of urgent laser treatment with theatre booked in readiness twice. He still has to have checkups every few weeks, so he doesn't need these additional problems! I joined DHSS first that became DSS, then moved to the Contributions Agency when they split it into that and the Benefits Agency, then they merged us with HMRC! Plenty of change and variety of work, but having the security of a pension at the end was important to me, even though our pay was adjusted and less to allow for the pension. I still can't believe money arrives in my bank account that I haven't had to go out and earn each month!

I suppose it can be a bit difficult with the grandchildren at times Mandy and expect they all want to be doing things as well if the others are. I wouldn't have thought of Aldi stocking things like fat quarters, it just shows how they are branching out with their stock! I shall be looking out for the Geraniums you told me about again this year! :-) I might pop there tomorrow and see what ours has as we couldn't get any dishwasher cleaner from the factory shop today.

Afternoon all,

It's been raining all the morning ,and just when you think its eased up it begins again so quite a miserable day .
We had Chelsea to stay last night ,again because Katie was staying with her friend Chelsea was a bit put out so she asked if she could come here ,i feel so tired now as i don't sleep the same as i keep listening out for her in the night .

Frank i think you should see the doctor and the sooner the better ,if it is the meds then they need sorting poor Ros must wake up wondering what the heck is going on ,it mus be making you so weary not getting the right sleep.

I was going to say did you click on save when you tried to change the photo Jane ,i didn't when i changed mine and it went back to the one i was trying to change ,i always have trouble trying to change it so i don't bother now

When i went to Aldi this week they had some Fat Quarters in there so i bought a pack ,i was showing the girls this morning and they want me to make draw string bags for them to put their socks in ,well really it was DIL who suggested it as she was saying they had to sort all their socks out so that's my next project .

Right now i'm going to read AnnG's school posts, well i will after making a cuppa

That was interesting as well Ann. Same as me then, Civil service (albeit it Admiralty and then MOD) worked well for me too and left me with a decent pension (considering I got nothing for the years I was bringing up our two children. Left full time work in 1961 and went back to full time in 1976.)

What a palaver with the hospital car park and then the chemist. Hope you get the medication ok tomorrow as I assume the sooner he starts it the sooner his eye will get better.

Morning All,

It's poured with rain all morning here but is dry and sunny now! Typical as we were off to eye casualty before 8.00am. After quite a wait OH was seen and it is Iritis he has. Then the fun began as the first pay machine to get out of the carpark was out of order so we had to walk to another and that had a notice saying the card reader wasn't working so coins only. We managed to find enough coins, but then it wouldn't take all of them. Eventually we spotted an attendant who had to get someone to unlock the machine and who said it kept jamming! We then needed to get OH the steroid drops they had prescribed as the hospital pharmacy wasn't open. We came home and saw that Lloyds in Sainsbury's down the road was open so we went there. Typical of Lloyds they hadn't got what he needed in stock, so it looks like another trip out to get them tomorrow. How on earth do people who can't drive carry on?

Frank it does sound like the medication you are taking needs looking at with these outbursts in the night. I would see the doc too. If you want to stop these bouts of indigestion, the answer is to not eat heavy or greasy meals in the evening. Your stomach produces more acid to deal with them and then lying down when you go to bed makes things worse. We would be just the same if we did it now, yet years ago we would get away with it. I'm sure you know this though but are a glutton for punishment!

That was very interesting AnnG and had some parallels with my schooldays. I was a titch, born at the end of the school year and went to 6 schools, partly due to my parents moving counties. I was expected to catch the bus at 5 years old after my mother made the trip with me the first few days. My junior school was in the next village, no bus service, so part of the daily walk was down a public footpath and across two fields and through a corner of the Cannock Chase. (I would run that bit as the evergreen pine trees made part of it quite dark! There were also lots of Adders in the area) I still went on my own even when the snow topped my wellies! I can't imagine any parent letting a child do that now! I did get strict instructions about keeping away from strangers and not talking to anyone. Being sensible was expected.That school had 2 classrooms, a blue brick playground and toilets with holes in wooden planks that got shovelled out from time to time. How great to get my first 2 wheeler bike with blocks on the pedals at 7 years old and be able to cycle to school........I did feel grown up! We didn't have berets when I started grammar school, we had sailor hats with the badge at the side between a bow! Our founder was Gabriel Newton who has statue at the city clock tower. The original school he founded was a school for poor boys in the city and he clothed them in decent uniforms to give them a good start in life. We had a Founder's Day service for him in the Cathedral every year. Our school motto on our uniform badge was 'Non sibi sed posteris', Not for ourselves but for those who come after us. The school was very old and we were there a year before moving to a brand new school outside the city. Little did we know playing in the old school playground that Richard 111 was only feet away from us and buried the other side of the wall. My lack of qualifications was mostly down to dad not believing it was worth educating girls, but I did pass all 9 GCE O levels at the first sitting. My teachers only talked of Oxford or Cambridge for my future, but dad said I could forget university so that was that and I had to leave at just 16. I never had the confidence or self belief to do anything later, but I did alright in the Civil Service and that brought me out of my shell.

Jane you did change your photo.....back to the blank one! As someone said, you may not have clicked on 'save' after you loaded the photo you want.........have another go!!

I hope Gill is feeling a bit brighter today and that her throat is less sore.

The old towels are bagged up for the dogs home now........next it's the turn of the sheets and bedding! :-)

We've got hailstones now!!!

O AnninG you do remember a lot about your school life. Thank you for putting that up as I read it while having my coffee.

I remember many of my teachers names in the secondary school. I know we had a Miss King who was our class teacher. She hit me on the head with one of those big bibles once, right on the top. Miss James who had a lovely voice and at end of term we would have a little consert and she would sing all kinds of songs. Miss Morrison took us for music and singing. Some of the songs we sang were folk songs like Molly Malone. She also had a good voice and would tell us when and where to breath and stand very straight and stick her chest out. Miss James used to fold her arms under her chest and when she did that you knew she was cross.

We had a Miss Greenhoush for maths and she did'nt have much hair and you could see her scalp through the bit of grey she did have.

For art which I loved and it was my best subject we had a Miss Adams who was tall and thin with blond hair and eyes that seemed to stick out of her head. She was good at drawing but was stricked too.

Miss Norbury took us for pottery another subject I loved and she was smashing because she was young and beatnick like. We made coil pots with her and mine was great going up and in to a narrow neck. We had to put them on shelves at the end of the lesson covered in polythene to keep them wet so we could carry on with them later. The next time we had pottery Miss Norbury was away and Miss Adams took the class. We all went for our pots from the shelves and everyone had there's except me. Mine was nowhere to be found and when I asked Miss Adams said it had gone mouldy so she threw it in the bin of used clay. I was so disappointed and when Miss Norbury came back she asked me where my pot was and I told her what Miss Adams said about it being mouldy so she threw it away and Miss Norbury said it did'nt matter if it had mould on it as it would have just wiped off. She told me it was so good she was probably jealous and thats why she threw it away.

Good morning all, sorry AFTERNOON.

I finally went to bed at 6.30 am I went straight to sleep and woke at 8.45 am dropped off again until 10.15. Ros has prepared dinner for later, and made me a COT. I don't feel too bad after the sleep, now I need to start eating properly. I have no appetite what so ever.

I said to Ros that the way I am feeling I must go and see the doctor. I don't know if there is something wrong with me that needs attention. Hopefully a blood test will help.

I know my body has been put through a lot recently, but I can't remember feeling a low as I do at the moment. My ribs still feel very tender to touch, and I get a lot of discomfort if I sit back in the armchair, I am wondering if a bit of strapping round that area might help.

Nice to see AnninGlos is putting in her pennies worth. I will sit and read your "SCHOOL DAYS" later.

Lots of rain last night, and everywhere is soak this morning. Eos was hoping to do a bit of tidying up around the beds (GARDEN) today, but it will have to wait.

Sorry for not getting involved in the thread at the Moment. but I will I promise.

Take care of yourselves, love to you all. xxxx

yes poor squashed spider. Are you sure that was an accident Mel?

Jane did you miss my tale of schooldays?

Morning all

I am still a man :-S. James has tried with a new pic but it is just now allowing me to change for some reason. He wonders if it is a problem GR end.

AnnG send OH here ,he is welcome to come and steam clean my bathroom floor too
:-D. In fact all my uncarpeted floors need a good going over.
Frank,what a night again. Poor Ros .It does sound like it could be your meds causing these nightmares and lashing out.It must be quite frightening for her . Have you tried googling side effects of whatever meds you are taking?

The sun is trying so hard here to get through.At least the rain has stopped now.We have had more rain in the last couple of days than we have had in ages.
I have a huge joint of Beef in roasting and it is just beginning to smell lovely.We will eat after the Rugby has finished later this afternoon. Chris has said he wants to watch it,which is quite unusual for him.

How is the sore throat today Gill? Hopefully not as bad as it was yesterday.
I slept well last night but feel tired which is daft.I feel like i could quite easily have a nod.

Poor squished Spider Mel :-S.. I bet you weren't really too upset were you. It is one less :-D

Hope that was not too much but I couldn't decide which bits to leave out.

and last part:
Sport was very important at Purbrook but I was no good at all at any sort of sport. Sports day was only interesting because your parents were allowed to visit and we had an afternoon off lessons. I had a friend, Ann Collins, who was excellent at running and I was very proud when she won the Victrix Ludorum in our last year. In ordinary athletics lessons I and a few friends became quite clever at hiding at the bottom of our very large sports field behind a large tree. If it snowed and we couldn’t get out on the field we were taken on long walks across Portsdown Hill, no hiding to get out of that. My friends at this school were Shirley Pickernell, Deanne Folland and, in the first three years, Dilys Nelson. Dilys lived in Bridgemary, she too was small and fairly timid, although with a wicked sense of humour. We became very close and I used to go and stay at her house. Unfortunately she had suffered from Rheumatic Fever as a young child which, unbeknown to her or her family, had left her with a weak heart. Our PE teachers were very strict and did not look lightly on anyone trying to avoid doing exercise, their version of which was to run round the field several times. Dilys complained of being exhausted and unable to run but was nevertheless made to complete a lap of the field. The next day she was away from school, she was taken to hospital suffering from an enlarged heart and some time later, 20th November 1954, she died in Portsmouth Royal Hospital. This, of course, was before the beginning of heart transplant surgery which was not until 1967. I found this really traumatic, my first brush with the death of a young person and the loss of a much loved friend. And, as all friendships were forged in the first year, I never really had a close friend at Purbrook after that.

Purbrook Park is no longer a High School, it is now a very large Comprehensive. I have been back there to meetings of ‘old Purbrookians of the fifties’. Everything these days looks so much smaller and they are chipping away at the sports fields, with planning permission being sought in 2005 for a housing estate. That is a shame, those fields were the best bit of the school!

We did not, in those days, go on many trips from school. One we did go on was to Haringey, with the Christian Fellowship, to hear the American Evangelist Billy Graham speak. This was a wonderful experience, he was an excellent and persuasive speaker and, at the age of 14, I was ‘converted’. The following year, on 15th December, I was baptised by full immersion as is the custom in the Baptist church. Reverend Eric Watson baptised me.
In my thirties I decided to do something about my lack of qualifications and returned to college firstly in Essex then, when we moved, in Gloucestershire to take ‘A’ level English with Literature. Encouraged by a pass with an A grade I then went on to take ‘O’ levels in Sociology and Accounts, passing both. After we moved to Bedfordshire I also took and passed ‘O’ level and ‘A’ level Law and GCSE Economics, thus I proved to myself that I did have a brain. I assume this was because, as an adult, I was more motivated to study.

Later, when I worked for the Ministry of Defence I attended many courses including one which gave me a B1 qualification to take lectures and training courses myself.

and more:
I passed the scholarship in 1951 and went to Purbrook Park County High school where I spent an uneventful and unremarkable five years leaving, at the age of fifteen and eleven months in July 1956, after not distinguishing myself at all. I passed two ‘O’ levels then – English and Religious Instruction. Moving from primary school to High school was then, as it is now, a real culture shock for a small for her age child. My Mother had been overjoyed that I passed the scholarship and, despite the fact that money was very short, was determined that I would have all the school uniform. I remember being impressed that I was to have a navy blue blazer with a badge. The badge was a gold lion with the Latin words Vincit Veritus. I did not learn Latin but I knew that this meant Truth Conquers and this was the school motto. Unfortunately for me the old style velour hat was still on the list. Mum thought this was lovely and much preferable to the beret, so she insisted this is what I would wear. Most people wore the beret and I was to regret her decision every day for a year as I was continually teased about the hat. It had elastic under the chin and I can vouch for the fact that pulled back and let go, it hurts, bullying? I suppose it was but I rode it out without tears and eventually the hat was replaced with a beret. I was also teased about being a ‘Daddy’s girl’, due to my habit of prefacing many sentences with ‘Daddy says’. And I had lovely thick pigtails, just right for pulling or tying together. I suppose, although I was shy and timid, I was also quite strong as I never did tell any adult about the teasing and soon it was the turn of someone else.

I had a journey involving two buses to get to school at Purbrook, which was over the far side of Portsdown Hill. If we had detention which was after school or if we wanted to go to any after school clubs, it was three buses as there were no special school buses at that time. I had detention twice in the five years I was there. The first time it was for playing on the bus platform while the bus was stationary in the bus station, at the same time not wearing my school beret. The second time was for chalking a friend’s initials on her back, her name was Wendy Clark! Once, when I was eleven, I was travelling home on the service bus having stayed to Christian endeavour club. We caught a bus from Purbrook to Cosham then had to cross the main A27 London Road, wide even in those days, to catch the Fareham bus. When we got to Cosham the Fareham bus was at the stop. I jumped off the bus and followed the rest of the children out to cross the road. Unfortunately for me a man on a bike was just cycling past the bus and I knocked him off. He wasn’t hurt but he was not pleased. Lots of people shouted at me and I was so frightened I wet myself, later telling Mum that my socks had fallen down the toilet, because they were wet and smelly. I don’t think she believed me but she didn’t make an issue of it. Oh yes and I still caught the bus! Although I had always done well at primary school, I didn’t do at all well at Purbrook. I was a lot younger than most of my classmates, very small and timid. If I didn’t understand I was too scared to speak out and say so. My parents, having left school at fourteen, were unable to help me and I continued to not be motivated all the time I was at that school. I was not visibly unhappy but I definitely was not happy.

The headmaster was Mr C E Le Min, very much a figurehead as he swished down the corridors in his black robe, sometimes with his mortar board on his head. Miss Seaton was Senior Mistress, you usually only saw her if you were in trouble, Mr Jupe taught me for English Language and Mr Norman English Literature. Mr Grace took Art, Miss Shipley French and Mr Overton, a very popular, handsome man, struggled with me over Maths. Miss Peattie and Miss Godwin despaired over my ineptitude at PE and games and Mr Coley took Music, taking great delight in getting us to sing from the Pirates of Penzance. There were many more teachers as there were six hundred pupils in the school. Some I never had for lessons at all and the ones I have named I probably only had for lessons in a couple of years. Every morning after registration, without fail we would all file into the hall for assembly. We would sing a hymn and have prayers, then any notices before filing out again to lessons. Lunch was in two sittings in the hall, about eight or ten pupils either side of long tables sitting on forms. Tradition had it that, at the end of each term as we all stood up after lunch, all the forms would be sent clattering over. We were threatened with all sorts beforehand, but it always happened. At the final assembly of the school year we always sang the school hymn which was Jerusalem, followed by God be with you ‘til we meet again.

As promised

Chapter 3
School Days and Education

Fareham C of E School was not very big, it stood in a small playground and was surrounded by a flint stone wall. Some of the actual school walls were also flint and the windows were high up. When I started there, there were air raid shelters in the playground, these were later removed. The school probably had seven or eight classrooms and there were about forty in a class. Mrs Linter was the much loved Headmistress. I have mentioned Mrs Cummins being my first teacher, she was more like your idea of a cuddly Grandmother, much loved by all the children. Miss Fulford was my next teacher, I liked her as well, I was pleased not to go into Miss Hackney’s class, she was very strict, tall, thin and scary, then there was kind Mrs Byrnes, Mr Clarke, Mr Saunders who used the slipper on boys who misbehaved but who was a very fair teacher, and Mrs Tryon who took the top class. Of necessity, having 30 or 40 ten to eleven year olds in her class, she was very strict, but I liked her, she was kind, and she was a good teacher. She impressed on us the importance of being able to spell and would have weekly spelling bees, all standing to start with, sitting as we failed to spell a word, the last one to sit being the winner. English was my best subject at this stage and was to continue to be so. When I was in Mrs Tryon’s class we were in a classroom in the nearby Girls’ Secondary Modern School in Harrison Road. This was quite daunting as the other children in the playground were all so much bigger than us, so we had to play outside our classroom all the time. I assume this was because of lack of space in the Junior school. Once a week the Vicar of St Peter’s and St Paul’s paid us a visit to talk to us or hear us say the catechism, his name was Reverend Hoare. On Saints’ Days we all trouped across the road to church for a service. In the infants we used to buy National Savings stamps each week that went towards a National savings certificate. I didn’t see any result of saving this money so can only assume my parents drew it out and used it on my behalf. Or just generally for the benefit of the family.

Fareham C of E School had a flint covered wall surrounding the boundary and the playground encircled the school. The Infants door was in the front and the Juniors at the rear. The toilets were in two external blocks with a communal flush for each, woe betide anyone who was sitting on the toilet when it flushed!! Outside the kitchen was a large open drain which we children used to know as the Scarlet Fever drain, I don’t know how much truth there was in the name. In lessons we would write on slates in the infants, some were fine but some developed a horrible screech when you tried to write. We learnt the sounds of the alphabet from a chart, learnt to read phonetically and learnt our tables by rote, but we all knew them. On the last day of each term we were allowed to take in games and puzzles to play with.

When I was eight or nine I would travel to school on my own by bus, four trips a day as I used to go home for dinner, it cost one old penny for the fare. This was pre decimalisation, there were twelve pennies in a shilling (10p), two hundred and forty pennies in a pound (see Appendix 1). On the way home we would sometimes buy penny ice lollies from Hussies shop in Trinity Street, the sort that when you had sucked out all the flavouring you were left with plain ice, my favourite flavour was blackcurrant. Or maybe we would buy a sherbet dab.

I had some good friends at primary school, although as is the way of things I have since lost touch with them, I used to like to go to Janet Adam’s birthday parties. She lived over her parents’ shop and just after the war it was a treat to go to a party and be told to help ourselves to sweets and fruit. Her father used to get us all to do a ‘turn’ on a stage and we were each given coins for doing so, usually an old threepenny bit. I was also friends with blond haired Valerie Jenner, auburn haired Frances Kirkby, June Banting and Frances Lyneham. The girls from St Edith’s children’s home used to attend our school and I had several friends from there. I was very sad to leave that school. When I returned to see it in about 1999 I was sad to see that it was no longer a school. Thankfully the building has been preserved and it was then a community art centre.

When I was about eight a friend of my Mother’s gave me a piano. Mum was self taught and loved to play hymns on it so my parents decided I would have lessons. First I went to an elderly gentleman whose idea of a reward for getting exercises right was a sweet and a cuddle, I didn’t tell Mum this but she must have not liked him because after a while I was withdrawn from his teaching and sent to a Miss Rapart who lived near my primary school in Fareham. I was never very talented and didn’t enjoy it so I asked if I could stop lessons.
In 1951, just before I left primary school I went on a school trip to the Festival of Britain. Here there was a lot to see and do, and there was an exciting feeling of being a part of history. I can remember the festival hall and the Dome of Discovery but not much else really.

Frank, I agree with Mel, please see the doctor again, medication can give you nightmares and you need a good nights sleep.

Good morning all, it is damp underfoot but the sun is now shining which makes it all look better. An indoors housework sort of day today. A load of washing is in and the full dish washer is running. I have just given downstairs a good dust and polish. OH is steam cleaning the bathroom lino and as all the stuff is scattered outside the bathroom it is a bit chaotic upstairs. I shall wait until he has finished before dusting up here but he is sooo thorough (and slow) it could be a while!!

Morning Frank and all,

Hope you manage to have a sleep in the armshcir Frank. Or perhaps Ros can get you back to bed for a sleep. I don't think that new med has done you any favours and think you need to see the doc again. You can't go on like this you need your sleep.....IN BED.

Sun and showers here this morning and the skies all shades of blue grey and white and anything it can make inbetween. Looks like it has settled in to be like this all day.

Still here and still awake. I have tried getting bucket
o bed twice. As soon As I think I am settle down, I feel my flesh start to move all over my body. I then get up again.
I have hCOT and taken my medicine To help me in the loo department. It looks and tastes like wallpaper paste, doesn;t look like working any time soon.

Going to see if I can get a nap in the armchair.

Better late than never, Things aren't great for me at the moment. Last night I had a bad turn in bed. Threw my pillows everywhere, screwed my hand in Ros's hair, and dug my knuckles under her back, all while I was asleep. I got up and read at two. Eos got me back to be at 4.30. I slept until 9.00.

When Ros went shopping I went to sleep in the armchair, and again this afternoon My Chinese is giving me so much indigestion, that I got up from going to bed at 9.45. Got up 11.30. So will sit and read until Ros gets me back to bed when she gets out to the loo, sometime after 3.00 am.

My dressing washed off in the shower and Ros has had to redress it. It's healing quite well, but still gives me pain when I turn, or lay on it.

Alan is home from hospital, so Ann came and collected "BIGGLES" So won't have to let him out in the morning. Ann tells me there are THREE OTHER PEOPLE who want to have Biggles if she needs baby sitters. Oh no said I he's ours when you are not around !!!!

Will try to catch you tomorrow.