And…..relax. I’ve been a busy, not so little, person for a couple of weeks now. The occasional fine days have found me in my favourite habitat, the garden, where I’ve been pruning, weeding and preparing my vegetable patch.
Actually, I’m now sitting here watching Comic Relief and the segment that was just on has reduced me to tears, to be honest quite a few bits have filled me with huge sadness. David Tennant (Dr Who) is at a hospital which overflowing with small children who are so, so poorly with malaria, dying from Malaria. That is unimaginable, horrific and something that really, really shouldn’t happen, children, adults dying from malaria. A malaria net costs £5.
Anyway, back to my trivia. Gardening, so therapeutic especially when 5 of the grandchildren have been staying! All went well until Izzy woke at 5.10am and was unable to talk quietly, that ensured that she woke Amy up and that meant that Nanny couldn’t get back to sleep. Grrrr. The week was starting badly! Then there was baby-sitting for the 2 youngest sproglets and discovering that Joshua, usually Mr Smiley, is capable of terrifying Nanny by screaming continuously and ear-splittingly as if he has some mortal injury. A mandatory study day tested my sleep-deprived brain, thankfully all the latex mannikins made it through the day, and I achieved the required signature to prove that I had attended. I was also ‘Supervised’ and was passed safe for yet another year, mixed emotions on that one as I would love to retire (note to self, blog about how over the last 3 years my retirement age has risen by 6 years).
Back to Comic Relief. A premature baby and his Mother died, makes my whining about UK midwifery and the maternity services seem truly pathetic.
There was a highlight which contributed to my recent lack of sleep, a reunion with 2 of the women I did my nurse training with 35 years ago. The amazing bit was that we were the same people and, even though we haven’t seen each other for 25 years, we still get on and enjoy each other’s company. The alcohol may have helped.
Lack of sleep. Hmmm. One night minus sleep was caused by 3 unsocial urchins, possibly worse the wear for drink, talking and laughing loudly as they rambled along the pavement, breaking the electronic gate of the unoccupied house next door and attempting to rip the house number, made with my own hands, off our gate post. Once the adrenaline is surging, sleep retreats.
So, tomorrow is Saturday. The plan is a lie-in, a long lie-in, then the action starts as we will be 18 for lunch on Sunday, yes it’s a meeting of the Midwifemuse clan plus a nephew, his wife and their little boy. Cook the gammon and the beef, make my salmon flan, the fruit brulee and marinade the chicken, then, if the weather forecast is right, out into the garden to continue with my horticultural spring clean.