I see that the most inappropriately named (Alistair) 'Darling' has said that he plans to give us a budget before the General election this year & that there will be "...far & deep ranging cuts...". The Fascist.
People.... a word of advice....never trust anyone whose eyebrows are a different colour from their hair. He fits that description.
That man looks deceitful. History will show that he has betrayed the very political ideology that he claims to represent. That he rewarded the rich at the expense of the few 'working' class that remain. His party having sacrificed the workers to the God known as Bankers.
Sadly, the nation I fear will not fare any better nor will living standards improve when the 'Brylcream' boy Cameron take office at number 10 Downing Street. Not only has he any experience in political administration, he consistently lies in his attempts to curry favour with the voters of the country.
My maternal Grandfather, a wise and intelligent Irish man long since passed away, said many years ago that "this country is finished" Sadly I think that he was and is right.
Sunday, 10 January 2010
This seems so appropriate!
Winter
When icicles hang by the wall
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When Blood is nipped and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-who;
Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-who;
Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
William Shakespeare
When icicles hang by the wall
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When Blood is nipped and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-who;
Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-who;
Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
William Shakespeare
Wednesday, 6 January 2010
Monday, 4 January 2010
Ahhh...Tomorrow I return to work. I return with a heavy heart and a surreal feeling descending upon my spirits. I have a knowledge that I have only a limited time left to work in my present roll, this limitation does, if I am honest, have a bearing upon my commitment to what I do. However I am certain that when I sit there with the person before me I will lose that knowledge & feel that I have years more to offer that person.
But in practical terms the number of people I can offer therapy to is decreasing daily as I continue to work my period of resignation. This,I have not come to terms with yet. So tonight as I gaze at my name badge,lay out my work mobile phone and prepare my clothes I reflect upon these things....my years as a full time health care professional are drawing to a close.
Analyse this... as the film invites us to....
But in practical terms the number of people I can offer therapy to is decreasing daily as I continue to work my period of resignation. This,I have not come to terms with yet. So tonight as I gaze at my name badge,lay out my work mobile phone and prepare my clothes I reflect upon these things....my years as a full time health care professional are drawing to a close.
Analyse this... as the film invites us to....
In /around his eyes?
Scraping the hard frost off the car windscreen this morning I came along my old deputy headmaster who calling upon his daughter,(who lives in the house opposite) came over to wish me "Happy New Year".
We shook hands warmly and made superficial conversation about how each spent the festive period. As we chatted I looked beyond his words, beyond his wrinkles and I attempted to look at the history we shared in common & that was still apparent in & around his eyes.
In his eyes I saw reflected my memories of my school years. Lines of young men wearing the same school uniform. Some giggling, others poking & teasing one another chatting noisily as they left the school hall. I heard voices of authority telling them to "be quiet!". In his eyes today I saw his present and moreover his past temperament-quiet, yet menacing in his authority. Passively imposing the power of his position. I didn't see any any love for his past experience, rather I saw a resignation for his role at that time it being his 'lot in life', his duty.
Around his eyes today though I felt I saw a softening. Expressed perhaps the wrinkles in his face, around his eyes- the 'crows feet' as if time itself had pecked & prodded-as crows do in a meadow-across the meadows of his life. I felt & saw a thawing expressed by the tones in his voice, in his attempts to find a common theme in our conversation. But yet..... I still found this ground as hard as the very ground upon which we both trod upon this frosty January morning. Little equity did I feel in the relationship even after all these years.
He was & still is my Deputy Headmaster. Though now in 2010 I felt no fear nor awe of him Just an awareness of the distance that was established all those years past & still exists to this day, & that I felt sadly biting my heart as strongly & as sharply as the cold stung my face this morning.
I wonder if 'Sir' felt it too??
We shook hands warmly and made superficial conversation about how each spent the festive period. As we chatted I looked beyond his words, beyond his wrinkles and I attempted to look at the history we shared in common & that was still apparent in & around his eyes.
In his eyes I saw reflected my memories of my school years. Lines of young men wearing the same school uniform. Some giggling, others poking & teasing one another chatting noisily as they left the school hall. I heard voices of authority telling them to "be quiet!". In his eyes today I saw his present and moreover his past temperament-quiet, yet menacing in his authority. Passively imposing the power of his position. I didn't see any any love for his past experience, rather I saw a resignation for his role at that time it being his 'lot in life', his duty.
Around his eyes today though I felt I saw a softening. Expressed perhaps the wrinkles in his face, around his eyes- the 'crows feet' as if time itself had pecked & prodded-as crows do in a meadow-across the meadows of his life. I felt & saw a thawing expressed by the tones in his voice, in his attempts to find a common theme in our conversation. But yet..... I still found this ground as hard as the very ground upon which we both trod upon this frosty January morning. Little equity did I feel in the relationship even after all these years.
He was & still is my Deputy Headmaster. Though now in 2010 I felt no fear nor awe of him Just an awareness of the distance that was established all those years past & still exists to this day, & that I felt sadly biting my heart as strongly & as sharply as the cold stung my face this morning.
I wonder if 'Sir' felt it too??
Sunday, 3 January 2010
New Year
After picking up my youngest daughter from work on New Years Eve we all drove up to Tadcaster in Yorkshire. It seemed as if the world was going mad & in a tearing hurry as the M1 was busy & very fast. we stopped for our usual 'Full On Picnic' at Woolley Edge service area, (where else would a woolley stop?)a well organised and prepared affair put together by Kathleen.)
Arriving at my daughters we received a welcome as warm as the Yorkshire temperature was cold & we sat down to a delightful tea. We spent the Eve at an Italian restaurant then returned to Claire's house for games whilst awaiting the turn of the year. All the worse for drink & hoarse for shouting during the riotous games we retired to bed at 2am!!
New years day we all went out for a walk across the Yorkshire moors. Though bitterly cold it was very, very memorable. Feeding horses and pigs that we past (in pens/fields!) en route.
Out time in Yorkshire ended with us all wishing on a hot air lantern which we released into the freezing night air on the 1st of January 2010.
The drive back home was an event that I'd rather note even write about as the trauma of the traffic, road works and weather still cause me PTSD!
This was a time to lock firmly in the memory banks: A happy time, Claires last New Year as a 'Woolley' & mine in full time employment.
Happy New Year!!
Arriving at my daughters we received a welcome as warm as the Yorkshire temperature was cold & we sat down to a delightful tea. We spent the Eve at an Italian restaurant then returned to Claire's house for games whilst awaiting the turn of the year. All the worse for drink & hoarse for shouting during the riotous games we retired to bed at 2am!!
New years day we all went out for a walk across the Yorkshire moors. Though bitterly cold it was very, very memorable. Feeding horses and pigs that we past (in pens/fields!) en route.
Out time in Yorkshire ended with us all wishing on a hot air lantern which we released into the freezing night air on the 1st of January 2010.
The drive back home was an event that I'd rather note even write about as the trauma of the traffic, road works and weather still cause me PTSD!
This was a time to lock firmly in the memory banks: A happy time, Claires last New Year as a 'Woolley' & mine in full time employment.
Happy New Year!!
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