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I didn't have to do finger stretching after all because I overslept and only got there just as they were doing the hymn run through, so came home to try and restore structure to an event that is fast on the way to total collapse. Having shored up one side I went out to give Cassie a crabwise walk on the Quantocks, picking up some sweet chestnuts from the ground on the way back. Incidental benefit more than foraging. You can''t really call it that if you can get it all in one pocket. Yes, she is called Cassie by the way.

I called into the orchestra leader's pad to apologise and she gave me the music for the next gig which is in the afternoon. so that's all right.

Not Dr Annie Gray, Try Fiona Hunter... (but there are Lots of other bods - Sports, Acting etc of that Name)

Has this text gone wrong. Just got a call Mid-posting, and everything went wrong. A Lady wanted someone to talk to, in the town centre some months ago, and She has now taken to call me - Quite pleasant but I was just taking a break fro Life's complications.

"Dear Lord and Father etc..." involved another Former Colleague of Mine Who is a Chorister in Ongar (not that it involved xcess finger stretching)- seems to be a group of former Chelmsford inhabitants who had left that Metropolis - The One-Horse Town of Chelmsford is now A "City"?????
Nice that Your Dog is so much better. Is her name "Cassie" or have I got my wires crossed?

Just gone back to de-cluttering (Well, actually, I was looking for some documents, needed), Some old Tax accounts are old enough to be shreded, but after shredding, the Volume expands multi-fold. - I cant remember some of those Jobs: One was in a town/village called "Spion Kop", presumably a namesake of a long-ago battle. I found the invoices that I paid for accommodation, but no idea what the job was... But I'll save the details of one job that the client did not pay until that very nice Lady Magistrate got money out of him. My Client had told His client that He could save lots of money by getting this 3rd Party to (Me) back up his very-unlikely Labour costs. He was too optomistic, and didn't want to pay me when He didn't Like My figures.???

In all this, I seem to have misplaced Moggy - But He had claimed "squatters rights" by curled-up and sleeping in one of my newly emptied boxes...

Dr Annie Gray?

Yes. Dog is much improved. She was encouraged by other owners who had reported full recovery of border collies from strokes, going on for years afterwards.

I've got to go and have another practice for tomorrow's service. They WILL choose "Dear Lord and Father of mankind" in E flat major meaning that we have to stretch our fingers a lot.

Hi, rather quiet here - I'm a bit "tied up". Hope Dog is doing well...

A couple of weeks ago we were discussing the collosi of Hospitals .. I was looking for something or other, and encountered the Name of a Lady that I shared an Office with: We left on the same day, and I never seen her Since. She is now a head Honcho of her Proffesional Organisation, Dietary and Nutrition, and involved in several organisation (Good houskeeping, BBC, etc.) Apparantly She does something on TV and Radio (as she had always done, as well as Evening class tutor re "Ancient Recipes", design and use of Kitchens for the homes of disabled people, and an incredible range of her hospital dietary work ) written several books (ten of her own, and co-written another seven.) - So what? well I was just thinking of How under-employed I had Been?????

Sleep well. Hope it has the effect of knitting up the ravelled sleeve of care.

After trying to sleep with the front door wide open letting all the money out, I eventually closed it, and asked the rooks to bring her back. One of the other residents on the park rang me about 8am to say she was with him, and yes, she was there in the house with the Cats Protection logoes and a truly beautiful Hydrangea in his garden. He had given her a rub down with a towel and put her on a pet bed with water and cat food nearby. He had thought she had been hit by a car, but I was able to explain that she was lopsided because of her stroke.

The weather may improve now. The moonlight was stunning after all the rain.

I saw on Facwbook that She was home.
Sorry, not saying much today - not well, so off for the night.
and pooter acting oddly? Not certain why...

She doesn't like steps in the dark. She tried to come back in just after midnight, and went the wrong side of the steps. I called her, but she just went toddling off. I've been out looking for her, but I can't find her anywhere. There's not much I can do but leave the door wide open and hope for the best. She usually comes back, but I have to admit I'm worried. It's not that cold, but It rained a lot, and she's not well. I keep looking to see if I can spot her and guide her in.

Oh... There has been improvement: I hope the exercise helps her.

She's eating again, but she's very lopsided. Perhaps she's worse but getting used to it. I took her to her favourite woods, but had to stop on the way because she was uncomfortable in the car. She was happy when we got there and walked in cheerful zig zags down the path. I have to work out how to stabilise her, I have a harness but no anchor points in the back. The back seats may be the answer. I'll experiment tomorrow.

How is that Dawg of yours?

Yes for every self important jobsworth of a consultant, you'd get colossi like this. My surgeon was tiny, not much taller than I was, and kind but could adjust his approach for the terrified, or the quirky but curious. He was really highly qualified, and was examiner for Fellowship level surgeons' finals at Edinburgh Medical school. They were going to televise my op because it was one of the first major keyhole surgery ops for this, but the TV people weren't ready in time. I arrived at the hospital the evening before my op to meet him in the doorway, panicking because he'd been looking for me, they hadn't been able to find a bed until then. I found later on that he was an inveterate jaywalker, and he stepped out in front of me when I was driving round the hospital grounds. I was going very slowly and was easily able to stop in time. He was a hero in my view.

I have been in hospital, and worked for several. The most Junior take all the Flack. One Morning (I was an inmate) two "Juniors" were visiting their various patients - of course, they had thousands of patients on ther list, but each day they will part from some patients, and be listed to new ones that they had never met? One of them came and asked how I was, whilst He looked for newcomers in his record book. The other Doctor announced somewhat formally "Doctor, That is My Patient". May have been a bit "Curt", but the point was made quickly and definately.
However... I was also involved with a Professors staff - including his Secretaries (Plural). His work was unquestionally Important, and He Himself was important, so would not distracted by Social interactions. - on Friday Night, He parked His Car (A big capacity with folded down seats to extend the load capacity). His Secretaries Guarded it from "Authority" on the double yellows lines, and supervised the porters loading of Boxes of notes/files/and batteries for his tape machines. The reverse on Monday when he returned audio tapes of several hundreds of case notes, and plans for his testing of an university-full of apprentices. I was incvolved of How many staff He needed and who was to be costed to the NHS, and/or Acedemic and/or His import into Multi-specialists Books. I have never seen anybody do so much - I had to read a Daysworth of typescript (How many Inches of Typescript, not reading it all), but I had to read a few - Almost makes you cry - and Very Delicately put (Instructions to a patients Local Specialist started, "I think we must now concentrate on his comfort so don't hold bac ....etc" and ended "I very much doubt if he will be well enough for the next appoint"). The man himself wasn't in sght - He was working with his ... well animals. (this time in overalls) He came back in time to meet Madame something-or0other A French Teacher who was Tech interpreter with a (rare in those days) movie TV phone to talk through a Japanese Surgeon. Then a few minutes later (Back in his £3000 guinea suit, and Bicycle clips?) to go to another hospital - A very Kind blke, but He never had time for niceties, nor to get away to meet Sundry royalnesses, and "Lunch" was a discussion re visiting top notch surgeons - Oh, yes, I saw his Payroll - Big by my standards, but certainly not the biggest.

I really miss not working.

Makes MASH look like a Sunday school outing.

Whingeing consultants abound. I remarked about a tiny but tempestuous Orthopaedic surgeon I was working for that I knew his age. In response to questions from office colleagues, I said "The same age as Peter Pan". They looked surprisingly impressed.

Makes MASH look like a Sunday school outing.

Whingeing consultants abound. I remarked about a tiny but tempestuous Orthopaedic surgeon I was working for that I knew his age. In response to questions from office colleagues, I said "The same age as Peter Pan". They looked surprisingly impressed.

Eating ... Obviously a Good thing. Animals are such a worry.

Captain Kirk - Thats only part of the Farce.... In those early days of Ambulance Helicoptor use, they needed Mobile Docs, not just Ambulace "Make stable", so they had one RN and one Army Doc. The Control of infection Nurse (actually a Higher position than the nane "Nurse" implies) had never met what (To her) was exceeding dubious brain-surgery in a muddy churchyard for example - "Well, if we had picked him up, he would be dead anyway!". or (if they found it useful) grab any passer-by to Help (i.e., they got an AA bloke to assist with Fluid drips, Policemen to run Lighting cables from a Police car that they'd stopped etc. and Scrounge tools and equipment fro any ambulance if they had used their (then) limited capacity). I didnt understand I didn't understand the tech argo of the time - "Barclaycard him?" means stealing his credit card to radio the number in, to get his name, address, and trace his hospital record - changed since then - there is a alternate Blood substitute that didn't need blood group matching. On at least one occasson they had made such a mess in the HEMS Theatre when there were a second Emergency at the same time, that they called in a Second Team. Police was sent for a High Speed Escort for another Theatre Superintendant. .... They couldn't keep up with her..... I was minding my own business elsewhere, when a copper asked me if I'd seen a woman on a motorbike speeding down The Mile End Road... I hadn't seen her, but I did find an arrogant phsician whinging that a Motorbike wass parked in "His" space.

She's eating again. only little bits at a time, but it's a start.

Love the Capain Kirk story.

Good to see that Your Dog is a little more sure footed (Did you say her Name was Cassie?). I can understand her being Cautious though.
Is dairy foods good for Canines?

Pootering. Don't think theres any hope in Stirring Neighbours and Schoolkids (I think I mensioned once before about my colleague. His wife had dies, and when returning to work he couldn't set the time switch on his cooker to have his dinner ready when he go home ... He had to borrow a schoolkid!

They used VERY Longreach cranes when they installed what was then "new" Head to foot Scanners in the Hospital I worked in. so I missed that spectacle, But ... Whilst I was at The Middlesex Hospital, A Helicoptor was installed on the roof of my next Hospital : Whitechapel. I had to go to a meeting in its usage. Apart from Comic Effect. The Boss (an ex-RAF airtraffic controller) Kept his Military Rank to Liase with London Airport, and London City airport. - Thus He was "Captain Kirk" - same name as a film icon.

After several blood tests and a second examination, the vet remarked on her strength, said her temperature was normal, and her kidneys were fine, liver OK for her age. Her weight was still the same as Monday, He tried to get her to eat, but she kept waving her head away. He thinks it's in her mind. She knows where her bowl is, so maybe I'll have to try another ham quiche from the bakery. She's thin but there is still flesh on her ribs. I've tried custard and porridge and grated cheese. She can't jump into the back of the car, so I have to lift her in, but she jumps out even if the balancing act is required to get all 4 legs working in harmony. She's a bit hesitant on the 2 steps up to the bungalow, but so am I, and we reach the door together.

I suppose a crash landing on a runway could wreck it, so ground staff would be alive to that possibility. takeoff from one and land on another would be a wise precaution. One chap I met at a funeral wake fascinated me and my daughter by telling us how they would install some equipment in hospitals while they were being built by helicopter. He was surprised to find someone who wasn't bored by logistics.

I'm sure that Black Bull could advise, with the right material facts, but there's nothing like hands on wisdom. Maybe a local teenager could help. Local community centre? Someone's grandchild. Is there a 'Next Door' network near you? Google Next door and see if you can find it.

Yup, but the ... well, I suppose we would now call "Logistics", in the preparation. There were vehicles all over the place in UK, ready for the assault, with incredible (pre-computing) of getting supplies - incl food, to wherever the individ bods who were not necessarily in their allocated squadron - someone found him to deliver and instruct the waterproofing (Petrol, not Deisel) to get his vehicle through a possible beach Landing to suit his particular brand of Lorry, with instructions of how to remove it (and making sure the engine still worked) to drive on terra-firma. My Mum (evacuated to a Maternity Home way up North) in the pre-D-Day told me told me, was that Every Road and Roadside (A6) was filled with (Hidden??) Vehicles - especially Tanks, and even on the airfield - now called The East Midland Airport - that had been reserved for battle-damaged returning Bombers, so that they didn't crashl and ruin on more important airfields.

How did I get on to that?

Far more important is your Dog. Its a couple of days since I looked in here (been arm-wrestling with "Authority" - or more likely, trying to work out what I'm doing wrong on this 'pooter - is there computering advice on this board?) - there, I'm going off-topic again; Back to your Dog: How is she now?

That's scandalous, but believable. There were just as many fat cats then as now. But somehow when you get the distribution of large amounts of food skimming around the country, there were a lot of incompetents engaged in that rather than risking everyone's lives in letting them distribute armaments. Then the idiotic situation of having good intelligence but not wanting the other side to know so pretending ignorance for a while, and doing cynical dangerous things.

My gardener has been this afternoon, and we've been planting bulbs in the rain.

My dog is gradually getting better, but spurning the very expensive drugs for her recovery from her stroke. My brain hurts.