Memories of the 70s

the electricity rationing in my terminology. The en masse problems of the time.  One never forgets especially only this year when a nurse practitioner was huffing about seeking a blood pressure monitor to retest my readings   ... 

And how the rid of the old style blood pressures means how would the surgery cope if there was no electric! Our reliance on sources that are beyond our control ...  we can take it for granted that such things wouldn't happen ... 

.... And in the summer of '76 queuing up to get the water from a stand pipe in the road ... and more recently showing up how secure accessing our patient records are not! 

Hissing, whining and the

required settle to task in small doses ... The not the bigger picture that overwhelms... I was getting in quite a lather ...

...I stopped what was annoying me, had a brew and decided to look in some bits and bobs ... I am still very tired from my week different. I will be kind and take it slow and with ease this weekend 

I hope to start a more structured time next week. This May getting on tune with a section doing some constructive moments to gain experience. The month of June preparing for a time when more will be gone...

And snapping away at memories. All upside down but who cares. The cast list of Panto time. A time today of calming after the panics. The cycle of breaking away from absorption in living with those who are complex. It undoubtedly impeded me. The one thing I am angry with it took me away from life that was mine too 

Transformation in a previous

life of an airing cupboard in a daughter's home.. The boyfriends wish to transform this cupboard for useful storage ... initial thoughts of opening up a room or not .... decision made ... I have had late night messages when they both have difficulty in making up their minds ! 

This home had to be cleared initially of a mummified robin. And lots of pearls, beads, keys, pins, buttons, coins, hair pins, plastic tie remnants, cat toys and the general mishmash scattered throughout of those who live with a mess in general without the hoard ... 

The homes of many who find amazing things down the back of radiators or messages behind wallpaper ... 

The discarded toys left in our once bed and breakfast home ... The antique plates, the gadgets and gizmos from those days in the kitchen and bedrooms ... the sink basins in bedrooms .... the bed and breakfast furniture left .... we continued to do this living on the top floor of a three storey in the season while it funded the regeneration into a family home ... 

There was a row of singly bells in the kitchen too ... I still remember  this ...  and the internal phone system ... from the bedroom to downstairs ...

The first May Bank Holiday

in the reverse of those who are spring cleaning etc  ... one has been resting up working out the logistics of a two month window in the best plan forward ... The furniture decisions in what is going. It is going to be an extremely tough time. 

A little bit of life relief again tonight, in avoiding the pitfalls of the depressive state that makes me on the verge of giving up. The multitude of conflicts that come into play of a home where tradegy resided in the very room I am in. 

The many strands of health, wellbeing, stepping out, preparing, daily tasks, alongside what is intrinsically a multi change all round.