Lemon squeezy
VIM day today, hurrah! I must say the NHS no how to put on a good Doo.
Tea and coffee as you walk in and throughout the morning. Choccy
bikkies handed round (always possibly a cunning plan to catch a
sugar-craving monster like myself out at local health forums) which are
lovely but I declined on the first occassion :) and failed to on the
second :( Finally after the meeting is over hotpot or sandwiches and
apple pie and custard. I ask you wot fun!
The meeting? Oh yes something about long term conditions or as the NHS now put it LTC (keep up). Well it's all rather interesting. The way forward if you will on a future pro-active health service (if some of you kleesrosegarden want to know more or have info yourself pls email moi) Yes, you heard right the first time. Here's hoping. Well it twas an exercise in how to network effectively_something I have done well in the past. On this occassion I would give myself a 75% rating. Not to high I hear you say, and I would agree.
My problem, nay delight, came in the form of Helen - Disability support. We just seemed to hit it off as you do sometimes with friends. We met in the car park. I was wandering around looking for the entrance and she thought I was coming to tell her she was parked in the wrong place. I got a narky face for my exploits. My uncanny knack of building rapport's with absolute stranger's (as Lidbert will testify to re York exploits) came in handy here. Helen no longer feared the clamp and I found the entrance on time. Oh, how we laughed.
Popped into town and paid one's car tax before going to jail. Needless to say on scouring the cupboards for my docs and examining MOT suddenly had time-lord panic attack thinking it twas 2006 and that it had run out 7 months ago. On the verge of calling Peter the mechanic the reality counter clicked back into place and I was back again, scary.
A post office with an over friendly clerk with a seemingly inability to end a sentence in anything other than LUVV. Nah she was nice really. Moved on up, minding my own business through the 'mall' with one eye on food self indulgence and the other on my diet. Suddenly accosted by a slightly russian sounding short long dark haired nose ring fetished young woman soapy stall trader who flattered her eyelash's and asked if I'd purchased all my xmas presents yet this year.
Now what ensued was the artful dodger/morticia(I always thought she was sexy) .v. baa humbug scroogy intellectual (get off my back but I'm warming to you) straight in the eye battle of wills. I left defiant pleased that not a penny of my ill-gotten gains had crossed my palm. Altough, as I walked away she began to get to me. I imagined her shivering away all day for a couple of measly bottles of bubble bath etc. Her eyes were also still staring at me and my heartbeat was slightly elevated.
What enfolded you may find sad romantic or just down right pathetic. I could'nt back down on the sale but instead came back to the stall with a cup of soup to warm her cold hands and maybe heart, who knows. My contribution to the heating fund was gratefully received. I left pacing off into the ether/freeze. I did'nt stay, partly because I was embarrassed and partly because I thought it was rather dramatic to leave when I did. I hope for those few moments are lives were both enriched.
Who knows I may need something from the mall tomorrow;)
VINews : My niece sweepy-jane got taken to the vets tonight. It seems she has a bowel infection and will be rattling on meds over the next 3-4 days. Much praying is required for my ickle baby girl. Thank you. Pipx
The meeting? Oh yes something about long term conditions or as the NHS now put it LTC (keep up). Well it's all rather interesting. The way forward if you will on a future pro-active health service (if some of you kleesrosegarden want to know more or have info yourself pls email moi) Yes, you heard right the first time. Here's hoping. Well it twas an exercise in how to network effectively_something I have done well in the past. On this occassion I would give myself a 75% rating. Not to high I hear you say, and I would agree.
My problem, nay delight, came in the form of Helen - Disability support. We just seemed to hit it off as you do sometimes with friends. We met in the car park. I was wandering around looking for the entrance and she thought I was coming to tell her she was parked in the wrong place. I got a narky face for my exploits. My uncanny knack of building rapport's with absolute stranger's (as Lidbert will testify to re York exploits) came in handy here. Helen no longer feared the clamp and I found the entrance on time. Oh, how we laughed.
Popped into town and paid one's car tax before going to jail. Needless to say on scouring the cupboards for my docs and examining MOT suddenly had time-lord panic attack thinking it twas 2006 and that it had run out 7 months ago. On the verge of calling Peter the mechanic the reality counter clicked back into place and I was back again, scary.
A post office with an over friendly clerk with a seemingly inability to end a sentence in anything other than LUVV. Nah she was nice really. Moved on up, minding my own business through the 'mall' with one eye on food self indulgence and the other on my diet. Suddenly accosted by a slightly russian sounding short long dark haired nose ring fetished young woman soapy stall trader who flattered her eyelash's and asked if I'd purchased all my xmas presents yet this year.
Now what ensued was the artful dodger/morticia(I always thought she was sexy) .v. baa humbug scroogy intellectual (get off my back but I'm warming to you) straight in the eye battle of wills. I left defiant pleased that not a penny of my ill-gotten gains had crossed my palm. Altough, as I walked away she began to get to me. I imagined her shivering away all day for a couple of measly bottles of bubble bath etc. Her eyes were also still staring at me and my heartbeat was slightly elevated.
What enfolded you may find sad romantic or just down right pathetic. I could'nt back down on the sale but instead came back to the stall with a cup of soup to warm her cold hands and maybe heart, who knows. My contribution to the heating fund was gratefully received. I left pacing off into the ether/freeze. I did'nt stay, partly because I was embarrassed and partly because I thought it was rather dramatic to leave when I did. I hope for those few moments are lives were both enriched.
Who knows I may need something from the mall tomorrow;)
VINews : My niece sweepy-jane got taken to the vets tonight. It seems she has a bowel infection and will be rattling on meds over the next 3-4 days. Much praying is required for my ickle baby girl. Thank you. Pipx