It's nearly three years since my wife Pat and I decided to move from the Scottish Borders back to Lincolnshire. This was prompted by some bad news on the health of our youngest daughter.
We spent almost twenty years in the Borders, a beautiful part of the UK. Tranquil, peaceful, sparsely populated. What more could a retired couple want?
We got to know some truly lovely people there. One in particular was Alan Parkes. I mentioned this chap some years ago when posting something about him. I befriended Alan in an unusual way and was terribly sad when receiving news of his death.
If you care to read that old post and to see a BBC video of Alan then here is the link: http://bit.ly/1MkZmqx
Monday, 20 July 2015
Monday, 13 July 2015
Sensuous Rumba, danced to a Superb Song
I have always loved ballroom dancing and especially this one particular Latin dance, the Rumba.
I've seen many couples demonstrating this dance of love but this one is so erotic as well as beautiful.
Not your cuppa tea? Forgive me, but I just had to share this one and risk it.
Tuesday, 5 May 2015
801 Wandsworth Road London
BBS (before betting shops) I worked in the 'credit office' owned by Albert Cook and Son. Manning one of the eight phones, I took the client's bets and later worked them out, along with nine other members of the office.
Recently Google told me that this old building was now a newsagents. I telephoned them and learned that when Albert Cook senior died they bought the premises from his estate. I felt sad about this as I'd hope the business was still operating under Albert Cook junior. However, I asked the lady on the phone if she knew how I could contact young Mr. Cook only to learn that he too had died. I was really sad now.
This kind lady then said she could give me the phone number of his son, whom I'd met a few times when he was a schoolboy. So I managed to speak to him on the telephone. He told me his Dad had died a few years ago of a stomach problem. I asked if I could phone his Mum but he just said that she lives alone in Bournemouth, declining my request for the phone number. I quite understood and said cheerio to him.
This all reminded me of a day way back in 1960-ish when the 'Sausage Incident' occurred, involving the now deceased Mr. Cook senior (my boss) and his son, now deceased. I wish now that I'd not felt the urge to backtrack to those days but that's life. The link to the 1960 incident is below.
http://bit.ly/1bv0mrW
I no longer eat sausages, unless they're veggie ones.
Recently Google told me that this old building was now a newsagents. I telephoned them and learned that when Albert Cook senior died they bought the premises from his estate. I felt sad about this as I'd hope the business was still operating under Albert Cook junior. However, I asked the lady on the phone if she knew how I could contact young Mr. Cook only to learn that he too had died. I was really sad now.
This kind lady then said she could give me the phone number of his son, whom I'd met a few times when he was a schoolboy. So I managed to speak to him on the telephone. He told me his Dad had died a few years ago of a stomach problem. I asked if I could phone his Mum but he just said that she lives alone in Bournemouth, declining my request for the phone number. I quite understood and said cheerio to him.
This all reminded me of a day way back in 1960-ish when the 'Sausage Incident' occurred, involving the now deceased Mr. Cook senior (my boss) and his son, now deceased. I wish now that I'd not felt the urge to backtrack to those days but that's life. The link to the 1960 incident is below.
http://bit.ly/1bv0mrW
I no longer eat sausages, unless they're veggie ones.
Monday, 13 April 2015
Chronicle of a Croydon Boy: The Sort of Stroke Flossie did NOT Want!
Again I am in a reflective frame of mind, caused by a friend of ours who lives in Eastbourne who sent us a photo of her dear departed pet called Bonnie. Bonnie reminded me of another old canine friend of mine called Flossie, owned by Alice who then resided in the East Lodge cottage at Mellerstain. Flossie was a simply divine and beautiful Border Collie whom I loved so much about five years ago. Here's a video I took of Flossie when she was recovering from a stroke. I hope it still plays OK even though poor Flossie no longer plays on the green green grass of Mellerstain.
Chronicle of a Croydon Boy: The Sort of Stroke Flossie did NOT Want!
Sunday, 12 April 2015
Remembering a Day in Scotland
After reading the blog "Sixth in Line" by Elisabeth in the land of Oz, I harked back to one day some six years ago when we had to go to the Edinburgh Royal Infirmary to see a lady doctor who outlines a procedure my wife, Pat, was going to have.
We travelled in our small KA car to Earlston and then caught the bus for the main part of the journey.
I did a little video of part of the bus journey and then the final part of the return to home, where we encountered a slight traffic jam - but not the sort that a city dweller experiences!
Here's the link back to 2009: http://bit.ly/1z7SWkg
We travelled in our small KA car to Earlston and then caught the bus for the main part of the journey.
I did a little video of part of the bus journey and then the final part of the return to home, where we encountered a slight traffic jam - but not the sort that a city dweller experiences!
Here's the link back to 2009: http://bit.ly/1z7SWkg
Tuesday, 24 March 2015
RAF Wickenby - Now just a private airfield
As usual, I nip upstairs after having a coffee in the 'NAAFI' kaff, to meander around the mini-museum here.
This airfield was home to squadron 12 and squadron 626 of Bomber Command during the 1943-1945 period of WW2. I always think of the many hundreds of young men, over 1000 aircrew, who flew out of here and never made it back. What a huge waste of life and the subsequent heartbreak for thousands more who loved these brave lads.
My somewhat sepulchral commentary is poor and the video is very amateur; forgive me for that.
A week or so back some low-life scum removed the two bronze plaques of the two squadrons from the memorial at the entrance to this airfield. All of us in the Friends of Wickenby Museum and Airfield were thoroughly sickened by this damnable theft. To the thieving toe-rags who stole these plaques for scrap I hope you can sleep well. If you never wake up again then that would be just reward for your deplorable action last week!
Friday, 13 March 2015
The Voice of Racing
I've just been listening to Sir Peter O'Sullivan on BBC radio 4 and so many memories came flooding back.
You may not know this chap but he is still known in horse-racing circles as 'The Voice of Racing'. He celebrated his 97th birthday a few days ago and to listen to him on the radio again was marvellous.
He was born in 1918, in Ireland, and became the BBC's best ever racing commentator. I think the then Queen Mother loved him just as much as she loved having a punt on the races. He was everybody's favourite.
You could hear every word he uttered when calling the race. The noise of the crowds and the excitement of the race never affected his commentary. He also owned some classy horses, one of which was Be Friendly. Attivo was another top class thoroughbred.
Peter O'Sullivan also was the racing correspondent of the Daily Express for many years and tipped many winners for his followers.
I 'knew' him, so to speak, when I worked in the bookie business, from 1956 to around the early 1970s. I first spoke to him when I was working for Albert Cook & Son, turf accountants, at 801 Wandsworth Road, London in the early 1960s. He had an account with us.
One morning I picked up the phone on my desk and this mellifluous voice said to me: "Good morning. Would you please ask Albert (my boss) what is the best price he can offer me on Gay Don in the National." (Gay Don is not the real name of the horse, I cannot remember this far back).
I then asked my boss, saying it was Peter O'Sullivan asking for the price.
The boss scanned the Sporting Life lists to see what the average price was. He said to me that if Peter was interested then he must have some inside info on this horse. The price the boss came up with was 33-1 and said so to Peter O'Sullivan.
"Is that the very BEST price he can offer?" asks Peter.
I relayed this question to the boss. He then said 'Oh well, tell him 40-1 is the absolute tops', which I duly gave to Peter.
I heard quite a hearty chuckle on the end of the phone line then Peter said: "Well, thank Albert for his very generous offer but tell him I shall NOT be wanting to back Gay Don at this price. He died yesterday!" and then he put the phone down.
What a great sense of humour he had, and still has I reckon.
Happy 97th Sir Peter, and when you get to the 100th, which I am sure you will, I will send you a VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY message then.
I enjoyed a lot of my time in the bookie world. One met so many notable people, good and not so good. Sir Peter was the best of all. Ronnie and Reggie Kray were way down the list, having met these two notorious guys on more than one occasion, each time in a friendly way I'm glad to say. The racing world is full of larger than life characters.
Here's a link to an example of Sir Peter's professionalism as he commentated on a race in which his own horse, Be Friendly, was running. He gives a clear and unbiased account of the race and is typical of this great man's skill in calling the race.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NuZNtwyxnz4
You may not know this chap but he is still known in horse-racing circles as 'The Voice of Racing'. He celebrated his 97th birthday a few days ago and to listen to him on the radio again was marvellous.
He was born in 1918, in Ireland, and became the BBC's best ever racing commentator. I think the then Queen Mother loved him just as much as she loved having a punt on the races. He was everybody's favourite.
You could hear every word he uttered when calling the race. The noise of the crowds and the excitement of the race never affected his commentary. He also owned some classy horses, one of which was Be Friendly. Attivo was another top class thoroughbred.
Peter O'Sullivan also was the racing correspondent of the Daily Express for many years and tipped many winners for his followers.
I 'knew' him, so to speak, when I worked in the bookie business, from 1956 to around the early 1970s. I first spoke to him when I was working for Albert Cook & Son, turf accountants, at 801 Wandsworth Road, London in the early 1960s. He had an account with us.
One morning I picked up the phone on my desk and this mellifluous voice said to me: "Good morning. Would you please ask Albert (my boss) what is the best price he can offer me on Gay Don in the National." (Gay Don is not the real name of the horse, I cannot remember this far back).
I then asked my boss, saying it was Peter O'Sullivan asking for the price.
The boss scanned the Sporting Life lists to see what the average price was. He said to me that if Peter was interested then he must have some inside info on this horse. The price the boss came up with was 33-1 and said so to Peter O'Sullivan.
"Is that the very BEST price he can offer?" asks Peter.
I relayed this question to the boss. He then said 'Oh well, tell him 40-1 is the absolute tops', which I duly gave to Peter.
I heard quite a hearty chuckle on the end of the phone line then Peter said: "Well, thank Albert for his very generous offer but tell him I shall NOT be wanting to back Gay Don at this price. He died yesterday!" and then he put the phone down.
What a great sense of humour he had, and still has I reckon.
Happy 97th Sir Peter, and when you get to the 100th, which I am sure you will, I will send you a VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY message then.
I enjoyed a lot of my time in the bookie world. One met so many notable people, good and not so good. Sir Peter was the best of all. Ronnie and Reggie Kray were way down the list, having met these two notorious guys on more than one occasion, each time in a friendly way I'm glad to say. The racing world is full of larger than life characters.
Here's a link to an example of Sir Peter's professionalism as he commentated on a race in which his own horse, Be Friendly, was running. He gives a clear and unbiased account of the race and is typical of this great man's skill in calling the race.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NuZNtwyxnz4
Sunday, 8 March 2015
SUNDAY TRADING LAW IN ENGLAND
What a ridiculous situation in England where retail stores over a 280 square metre floor-space are forced to close their doors at the end of SIX HOURS continuous trading on Sunday.
This means that large stores, supermarkets etc., must close their doors by 4 p.m. if they started trading at 10 a.m.
The latest they can stay open is 6 p.m. if they started at midday but most stick at 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. The stores that advertise 24 hour opening have to comply with the Sunday law and thus they close at 4 p.m. and re-open at one minute past midnight on Monday.
This stupid law, some twenty years old now, makes no sense to me. Employees are protected if they do NOT wish to work on Sundays. An employee CANNOT be dismissed or treated in an unfavourable way for choosing not to work on Sundays.
This Sunday trading law seems to be something to do with religion, in my opinion. If it is, then what about Jewish employees who are contracted to work on Saturdays? If it is NOT about religion then what? Why should Sunday be any different from the rest of the week.
All our political 'leaders' claim to be believers in God or some other deity as far as I know. Most of them seem to me to be somewhat two-faced or downright liars. If Janus were still a God, as the Romans once thought, then politicians would most likely kowtow to Janus, usually depicted with two faces!
Stuff the Sunday laws!
(I'm nipping out to Asda before they close!)
This means that large stores, supermarkets etc., must close their doors by 4 p.m. if they started trading at 10 a.m.
The latest they can stay open is 6 p.m. if they started at midday but most stick at 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. The stores that advertise 24 hour opening have to comply with the Sunday law and thus they close at 4 p.m. and re-open at one minute past midnight on Monday.
This stupid law, some twenty years old now, makes no sense to me. Employees are protected if they do NOT wish to work on Sundays. An employee CANNOT be dismissed or treated in an unfavourable way for choosing not to work on Sundays.
This Sunday trading law seems to be something to do with religion, in my opinion. If it is, then what about Jewish employees who are contracted to work on Saturdays? If it is NOT about religion then what? Why should Sunday be any different from the rest of the week.
All our political 'leaders' claim to be believers in God or some other deity as far as I know. Most of them seem to me to be somewhat two-faced or downright liars. If Janus were still a God, as the Romans once thought, then politicians would most likely kowtow to Janus, usually depicted with two faces!
Stuff the Sunday laws!
(I'm nipping out to Asda before they close!)
Sunday, 21 December 2014
Transformation - from Gay Pop Group to God
Do you remember Bronkski Beat, The Communards, Jimmy Somerville and Richard Coles? The Eighties, the sounds, the attitudes and so on?
I certainly do. Remember "Smalltown Boy" being belted out in a 'gay club' in Swansea in the mid-eighties. The place was packed with writhing bodies moving to the music of Bronski Beat.
No, I wasn't part of the joyful crowd. I was a VAT officer making an out of hours visit as part of my inspection of this business.
I certainly liked the music. Jimmy Somerville's falsetto voice and the bouncy disco backing made me a fan of this genre of such music. Bronski became The Communards and the backbone of this band was Jimmy Somerville and Richard Coles, a classically trained pianist of real talent on the keyboards.
The 80s was the time of HIV Aids for which the Gay fraternity were largely blamed. It was a sad time for many when some notable 'stars' disappeared from the music scene because of Aids, Freddie Mercury of 'Queen' being one of the most notable.
The Communards split up. Jimmy Somerville continues as a solo artist but although he has a devoted fan base still he is not the force he once was. He has recently reprised "Smalltown Boy" which can be seen here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CNhLOfUPHa8
But what about 'the other half' of The Communards - Richard Coles, the gay pianist?
Well, he's still 'gay' but his role is now as a Church of England priest! Quite a transformation, from pop to priesthood. He lives with his gay civil partner, the Rev David Coles and their four dachshunds.
He seems to be a very likeable and HONEST person. He not only moved from the pop world to priesthood but on his journey he was a Roman Catholic for some 10 years but reverted to Anglicanism about a dozen years ago. He is certainly 'one of a kind'. He held an atheist funeral for Marjorie 'Mo' Mowlam, an outspoken MP of the late 1980s and also a Cabinet Minister in the Labour government.
I write all this because I've just seen an excellent programme on BBC1 tv about Richard Coles and found it extremely interesting and entertaining. My one regret was that Jimmy Somerville declined an invitation to take part if this. Still, you can't have everything I guess.
I certainly do. Remember "Smalltown Boy" being belted out in a 'gay club' in Swansea in the mid-eighties. The place was packed with writhing bodies moving to the music of Bronski Beat.
No, I wasn't part of the joyful crowd. I was a VAT officer making an out of hours visit as part of my inspection of this business.
I certainly liked the music. Jimmy Somerville's falsetto voice and the bouncy disco backing made me a fan of this genre of such music. Bronski became The Communards and the backbone of this band was Jimmy Somerville and Richard Coles, a classically trained pianist of real talent on the keyboards.
The 80s was the time of HIV Aids for which the Gay fraternity were largely blamed. It was a sad time for many when some notable 'stars' disappeared from the music scene because of Aids, Freddie Mercury of 'Queen' being one of the most notable.
The Communards split up. Jimmy Somerville continues as a solo artist but although he has a devoted fan base still he is not the force he once was. He has recently reprised "Smalltown Boy" which can be seen here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CNhLOfUPHa8
But what about 'the other half' of The Communards - Richard Coles, the gay pianist?
Well, he's still 'gay' but his role is now as a Church of England priest! Quite a transformation, from pop to priesthood. He lives with his gay civil partner, the Rev David Coles and their four dachshunds.
He seems to be a very likeable and HONEST person. He not only moved from the pop world to priesthood but on his journey he was a Roman Catholic for some 10 years but reverted to Anglicanism about a dozen years ago. He is certainly 'one of a kind'. He held an atheist funeral for Marjorie 'Mo' Mowlam, an outspoken MP of the late 1980s and also a Cabinet Minister in the Labour government.
I write all this because I've just seen an excellent programme on BBC1 tv about Richard Coles and found it extremely interesting and entertaining. My one regret was that Jimmy Somerville declined an invitation to take part if this. Still, you can't have everything I guess.
Friday, 19 December 2014
Baby Bob - 1-year old lapdog??
He's not really allowed on the settee but it's OK if Andy, or me, is there first.
Bob is finding his voice now. He is not so timid as when he first came to Andy and Clare's house.
He has a deep, bass, and LOUD woof! Very refined, in my opinion.
He's going to be MUCH bigger than dear departed MARLEY MOO, but not so much drool ... and so affectionate.
Happy birthday Bob, and many more of 'em!
Friday, 7 November 2014
BABY BOB
Bob, just 10 months old. Getting used to his new and loving home.
Just a tad nervous when a sudden sound occurs, like a loud click or some other noise. The stupid fireworks that idiots have been wasting money o
n for the Guy Fawkes 'celebrations' just seem to start around the stupid Halloween crap and is still going on today. Really upsets a lot of animals, including ME.
Sad-faced but HAPPY inside his noble head.
I shall keep you posted as to his progress.
Just a tad nervous when a sudden sound occurs, like a loud click or some other noise. The stupid fireworks that idiots have been wasting money o
Sad-faced but HAPPY inside his noble head.
I shall keep you posted as to his progress.
Sunday, 2 November 2014
New Adoption - 10 months old, Dogue de Bordeaux
Daughter Clare had to say 'Goodbye' to her lovely Dogue de Bordeaux 'Marley Moo' a couple of weeks ago. A hard step, but also the kindest, to take him to his final sleep.
Yesterday, Clare drove two-and-a-half hours to Manchester to collect a 10-months old 'rescued' puppy and is over-joyed with this 'ginger bundle of joy'.
So pleased that her sadness at the loss of Marley Moo has melted into gladness with re-homing her new charge.
Wonder what his name will be? Hmm... I'll find out today.
Yesterday, Clare drove two-and-a-half hours to Manchester to collect a 10-months old 'rescued' puppy and is over-joyed with this 'ginger bundle of joy'.
So pleased that her sadness at the loss of Marley Moo has melted into gladness with re-homing her new charge.
Wonder what his name will be? Hmm... I'll find out today.
Wednesday, 15 October 2014
Marley Moo - The Big Sleep
My daughter Clare had to take the terrible step of having her wonderful Dogue de Bordeaux put to sleep. He had a bad growth on his back leg and his hips were troubling him too. He was seven and a half years old. This is a good old age for this breed but he still acted like a puppy at times.
He had a wonderful loving nature. He looked fierce but he was as gentle as a lamb. He just loved to play tug-of-war with a toy; to charge after a ball thrown in the yard.
Clare is heartbroken yet knows there was no option. It's all very well to say "You have to be cruel to be kind" but it's so difficult to follow that adage when it comes to the crunch.
Xmas 2013
These are Clare's words:
Kenmileven Red Dragon (aka Marley Moo: 06/04/07-14/10/14)
Sixteen long hours we have now been apart
Nothing in the world will heal my heart
I know there was no choice, I had to let you go
But I'd give anything to have you back here you know
My sweet gentle giant always wanting to please
You took your last walk with us amongst the trees
No matter how poorly you would wag your tail
But on the last day, you tried but it failed
With one hour left, the clock ticking down
Your last act of bravery had my heart on the ground
You tried to play ball one more time with a fight
But two seconds later you were out like a light
Did you know Marley Moo when you got in the car
That it'd be your last journey too short, yet too far?
The wind in your face breathing in every scent
With that wise old look we both knew what it meant
The time has arrived, I don't want you to leave!
Such pain in my heart, I'm struggling to breathe!
You took your last breath still so dignified
I buried my face in your neck as I cried
I love you so much Moo, can't believe that you're gone
This house is so lifeless, it's empty, it's wrong
I don't want to cry as I know that you'd hate it
But I'm dying inside at the moment, I can't take it
You were the best ever Dogue, such a precious boy
You filled out our lives full of laughter and joy
I hope you're OK now, having fun and pain free
Deep in our hearts, forever you'll be
Miss you so much Gummy Bear
Love Mummy, Daddy, Jake and Ellie
Monday, 14 July 2014
NIGHT BOMBERS RAF HEMSWELL LINCOLNSHIRE 1943
On Saturday we drove to Wickenby Airfield, near Lincoln, as we have done before a few times.
This was once the home of two RAF bomber command squadrons: 12 and 626. Lancaster bombers were housed and flown from RAF Wickenby during WW2 and from other airfields nearby. Lincolnshire was known as Bomber County in those 1940s wartime days.
RAF Hemswell was another bomber station not far away. It was here that a unique film was made, in colour, of the preparation for a night-time raid on Berlin by 40 Lancaster bombers and their crew of seven courageous men.
We all know much about the Spitfire and Hurricane fighters and rightly so. These pilots undoubtedly deserve all the praise heaped upon them by Winston Churchill and others and I used to watch their vapour-trailing 'dog-fights' when I was a kid, but when one sees what these bomber crews went through I am overcome by emotion and pride.
This 60 minute film is quite outstanding. Even if you have no connection with the war or the RAF it's so informative as to be un-missable in my opinion. The average lifetime of a Lancaster bomber and crew was about 40 flying hours. Thousands were built and thousands were destroyed. Only two survive in the UK, only one of those is still flying.
Here's the link: https://archive.org/details/NIGHT-BOMBERS
This was once the home of two RAF bomber command squadrons: 12 and 626. Lancaster bombers were housed and flown from RAF Wickenby during WW2 and from other airfields nearby. Lincolnshire was known as Bomber County in those 1940s wartime days.
RAF Hemswell was another bomber station not far away. It was here that a unique film was made, in colour, of the preparation for a night-time raid on Berlin by 40 Lancaster bombers and their crew of seven courageous men.
We all know much about the Spitfire and Hurricane fighters and rightly so. These pilots undoubtedly deserve all the praise heaped upon them by Winston Churchill and others and I used to watch their vapour-trailing 'dog-fights' when I was a kid, but when one sees what these bomber crews went through I am overcome by emotion and pride.
This 60 minute film is quite outstanding. Even if you have no connection with the war or the RAF it's so informative as to be un-missable in my opinion. The average lifetime of a Lancaster bomber and crew was about 40 flying hours. Thousands were built and thousands were destroyed. Only two survive in the UK, only one of those is still flying.
Here's the link: https://archive.org/details/NIGHT-BOMBERS
Sunday, 29 June 2014
SECRET GARDEN - ADAGIO
Music is so subjective of course. What is a masterpiece for one is just a noisy sound to others.
However, this piece is to me so relaxing and beautiful I'm just hoping that somebody who stumbles upon this blog will find it worth a listen.
It is by Secret Garden and entitled Adagio. Best in FULL SCREEN - just click in the square bottom right-hand corner of the video screen.
However, this piece is to me so relaxing and beautiful I'm just hoping that somebody who stumbles upon this blog will find it worth a listen.
It is by Secret Garden and entitled Adagio. Best in FULL SCREEN - just click in the square bottom right-hand corner of the video screen.
Saturday, 21 June 2014
My Brother David Has Died
After months of defying lung cancer David faded quietly and peacefully from this life at 17.40 today, 21st June 2014. The longest day.
He showed amazing strength and resilience since he left hospital because there was no more that could be done to fight this cruel lung cancer.
His partner Margaret looked after him at home for months. He did not want to go into a hospice. Living with pain-killing drugs, oxygen and help from the St. Christopher Nurses his life was a life that most of us wouldn't wish upon our worst enemy.
Now free of all worldly pain and indignity his passing is not only a relief for him but, I'm sure, his family and friends.
Well fought David. The odds were totally against you and it took many hard rounds in the biggest fight of your life before the final bell called time. Brave battle Dave. Goodbye.
He showed amazing strength and resilience since he left hospital because there was no more that could be done to fight this cruel lung cancer.
His partner Margaret looked after him at home for months. He did not want to go into a hospice. Living with pain-killing drugs, oxygen and help from the St. Christopher Nurses his life was a life that most of us wouldn't wish upon our worst enemy.
Now free of all worldly pain and indignity his passing is not only a relief for him but, I'm sure, his family and friends.
Well fought David. The odds were totally against you and it took many hard rounds in the biggest fight of your life before the final bell called time. Brave battle Dave. Goodbye.
Friday, 23 May 2014
Will You Donate Your Body to Medical Science?
My brother David is dying. Cancer is the killer. He will not have a funeral when his life ends, which will be sooner rather than later. He is in torment and death will be better for him than life.
He and his partner have already made arrangements for David's body to be donated to a London teaching hospital so that medical students can learn by using David in whatever way is required.
They can delve into his illness, his lungs, his brain (he also has dementia now) or anything that will enhance their knowledge of the human body.
I think this is a wonderful way of leaving this wicked world. It obviates the need for lining the pockets of funeral companies, and of meaningless church services and all the paraphernalia that dying involves.
It provides something USEFUL in life. It may provide valuable information about these diseases. It is a way of giving something back as one pegs out, so to speak. I am all for it.
Well done David, and Margaret. You are both suffering greatly at the moment but when it's all over you will know that out of the evil of cancer and dementia something GOOD will emerge because of this donation of David's body to science.
Amen to that, if you get my drift.
He and his partner have already made arrangements for David's body to be donated to a London teaching hospital so that medical students can learn by using David in whatever way is required.
They can delve into his illness, his lungs, his brain (he also has dementia now) or anything that will enhance their knowledge of the human body.
I think this is a wonderful way of leaving this wicked world. It obviates the need for lining the pockets of funeral companies, and of meaningless church services and all the paraphernalia that dying involves.
It provides something USEFUL in life. It may provide valuable information about these diseases. It is a way of giving something back as one pegs out, so to speak. I am all for it.
Well done David, and Margaret. You are both suffering greatly at the moment but when it's all over you will know that out of the evil of cancer and dementia something GOOD will emerge because of this donation of David's body to science.
Amen to that, if you get my drift.
Tuesday, 20 May 2014
My Brilliant Daughter Clare
Clare is back on the road, actually and figuratively speaking.
She has kept clear of seizures for well over a year, thanks to the good epilepsy specialists in Hull hospital so she is now able to drive again.
Not only that, she has been sculpting her wonderful fairies again, as beautifully as ever. She has gone a step further of late by sculpting a model of her Doge de Bordeaux, Marley, and is now in the process of making copies for other owners of this large breed.
Do have a look at her website, www.fairytasia.co.uk to view some of her amazing creations.
She has kept clear of seizures for well over a year, thanks to the good epilepsy specialists in Hull hospital so she is now able to drive again.
Not only that, she has been sculpting her wonderful fairies again, as beautifully as ever. She has gone a step further of late by sculpting a model of her Doge de Bordeaux, Marley, and is now in the process of making copies for other owners of this large breed.
Do have a look at her website, www.fairytasia.co.uk to view some of her amazing creations.
Another Brother About to Die
My younger brother David is seriously ill with lung cancer. He is at home waiting for the end.
The hospital was unable to help him any more. They did cut out the cancer in his throat but it had spread to both lungs. He was sent home, along with a hospital bed and other equipment, to be tended by his partner Margaret and the palliative care team.
My hope is that his pain and suffering will be mercifully short-lived.
David is 72, about eight years younger than I.
My dear brother Geoff died five years ago, again of cancer.
My youngest brother Michael died aged 45, of a severe brain haemorrhage, thankfully swiftly with no lingering pain.
We humans generally take pity on our animal friends and pets and don't allow them to linger on in hopelessness and pain. Why do we not afford human animals the same privilege?
I do not know. Do you?
The hospital was unable to help him any more. They did cut out the cancer in his throat but it had spread to both lungs. He was sent home, along with a hospital bed and other equipment, to be tended by his partner Margaret and the palliative care team.
My hope is that his pain and suffering will be mercifully short-lived.
David is 72, about eight years younger than I.
My dear brother Geoff died five years ago, again of cancer.
My youngest brother Michael died aged 45, of a severe brain haemorrhage, thankfully swiftly with no lingering pain.
We humans generally take pity on our animal friends and pets and don't allow them to linger on in hopelessness and pain. Why do we not afford human animals the same privilege?
I do not know. Do you?
Sunday, 13 January 2013
Marley - Soppy Sloppy Doge de Bordeaux
I love this sloppy-chops dog. He is so joyously welcoming. Each time I approach the large gate he stands upright, front paws on the top of the gate, wagging his tail so hard I fear it might fly off!
As I enter the gate he shoots away to bring his 'tug-o-war' rope loop with fixed ball. He so enjoys this game where I try to wrench this plaything from his iron-grip jaws. I think he would play this simple game for as long as I could muster the strength - and I'd never win.
My daughter has other pets: a chameleon; a bearded dragon lizard; a fair-sized snake; a chinchilla; a tankfull of colourful fishes and a goodly supply of live locusts (to feed the lizards).
The two children also have their own lizard pets.
I never know what new exotic creature might suddenly appear in this menagerie, but NOTHING would surprise me now.
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