Demob happy teacher

Emergency Ward 10

I know, I haven't been very good at posting lately but time just seems to get away from me. We did manage a few days in Barmouth in the caravan last weekend, when the weather was - er, well, changeable would be the polite way of describing it, although, lying awake for half the night listening to the rain hammering on the caravan roof on Saturday night did not dispose me to being polite about it.

Keith has been a little under the weather for a few weeks now and, while we were away, this didn't improve, so we came home on Monday and he went off to the doctor's on Tuesday, without having to have his arm twisted up his back - not a good sign. While we had been away, he had had some pain in his chest one day, which he attributed to all the coughing he had been doing, and the mention of the magic words 'chest pain' galvanised his GP into action and before you could say 'Jack Robinson', we were being welcomed into the Acute Cardiac Unit at the local hospital, where we spent the rest of the day, me revising my Welsh (yes, really!) and Keith lying back, hooked up to a heart monitor and having armfuls of blood taken.

The end result of that day was that he hadn't got any heart problems.

But he still felt ill so went back to the GP yesterday, to be given more antibiotics and a couple of inhalers.

Oh and he has to have another X-ray in four weeks, under the care of the consultant for 'Medicine for the Elderly'.

And yes, he is NOT impressed!

A Mother's Story: August 28th

A Mother's Story: Anniversaries

The Mold Cape

Yesterday, I went to see the Mold Cape as it's on display at present in Wrexham Museum, something which doesn't happen often as its usual home is the British Museum, London.

Three thousand, seven hundred years old, the thinking now is that it was made for a woman. Of course!
Having lived most of my life in the suburbs of cities, it is very refreshing to have facilities near to hand these days. So, the hospital and dentist are within walking distance, should I wish to walk there, as is the town itself, although a bit further away, and yet, turn the other way and we are within a hop, skip and jump of Snowdonia and are surrounded by green fields and countryside.
So I do appreciate the fact that the museum, albeit fairly small, is so close and accessible - and entry is free! What more could one ask for?

A conversation to cringe at

Overheard in a shop this morning, this exchange between two young shop assistants - and with apologies to my Canadian friend Dale:

Girl 1: Look, there's a foreign coin here - a cent. American is it?
Girl 2: Nah, it's from Canada.
Girl 1: Oh, how do you know that, then?
Girl 2: Look, it says Canada on it.
Girl 1: Canada. So where's that? It's America, isn't it?
Girl 2: (uncertainly) No, I don't think so... it's somewhere over there.
Girl 1: But it's not abroad, is it? It's not foreign like?
Girl 2: Well, I think it is...
Girl 1: But it's British, though, isn't it?
(Girl 1's reply was inaudible, as was my gasp of disbelief!)

Arholiad Cymraeg

Dwi wedi pasio'r arholiad Cwrs Mynediad!

Or, alternatively, I have passed my Welsh exam.

Dwi'n hapus iawn.

A giggle for today

This came from TK this morning. Funny - but somehow, not surprising! :)