i tell you what LordB you lot take the wee i`m just glad i`ve got 6 kids which i`m not paying for a least i can sleep at nite.Gues we`re even
Don't worry, starlight no problems.
I enjoy the banter and most of my posts are tongue in cheek with a dash of humour, a pinch of seriousness, brought to the boil and stirred for 5 minutes.
Boil and stirred being the telling words ... heh! heh! heh!
Pity you brought it to an end though cos there's still plenty more where that came from. I hadn't even started on miserable people on sites who don't speak and have such long faces that resembled a rectal hernia
heh! heh! heh!
I enjoy the banter and most of my posts are tongue in cheek with a dash of humour, a pinch of seriousness, brought to the boil and stirred for 5 minutes.
Boil and stirred being the telling words ... heh! heh! heh!
Pity you brought it to an end though cos there's still plenty more where that came from. I hadn't even started on miserable people on sites who don't speak and have such long faces that resembled a rectal hernia
kopite said:
I'm not bothered kopite although it could explain why I'm paying tax on my pension which I've already been taxed on when working. I'll survive though because us wrinklies were brought up to survive on stuff like sugar sandwiches, tripe, Virol, pigs trotters etc.
My main concern would be that after arriving home after being away in the van you had moved your lot in squattin'
Anyway it's getting time for my bed. Us wrinklies go early and soon my chambermaid will be bringing me my Horlicks and Viagra. The morning is my worse time because I'm terrified of one day waking up dead
Love your responces Lord b.
never meant to disregard the old and wrinklies lol. but tell you what some people on here dont half take matters straight to heart.
Im now sitting here trying to think of a topic that cant or wouldnt possibly upset someone.
No thats it given up, no chance Ill just keep quiet in future.lol
John
never meant to disregard the old and wrinklies lol. but tell you what some people on here dont half take matters straight to heart.
Im now sitting here trying to think of a topic that cant or wouldnt possibly upset someone.
No thats it given up, no chance Ill just keep quiet in future.lol
John
I'll take ownership of the comment about people taking things straight to heart as I'm sure its for me.
I wonder if you saw "Teenage Meets Old Age" on Monday, BBC2? Take a look, its on again this week - you may adopt a different attitude. How I'd love to take you to my workplace, Community Mental Health Team, where you see older people treated by society not with dignity becoming their seniority, but more like second class citizens, tolerated under duress. Take time out to get to know these people and find out who they really are - a person of huge value not least for the insight they give into a forgotten world where society had respect for one another. They may not remember their birth date or what they had for breakfast, but let them tell you about how they were carried down the Anderson Shelter on sacking whilst in labour to escape the bombs for example and its like being in another world.
I won't harp on but offer you this:
An Old Lady's Poem, Anonymous
When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee, Scotland, it was felt that she had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through her meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Ireland. The old lady's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the North Ireland Association for Mental Health.
An Old Lady's Poem
What do you see, nurses, what do you see?
What are you thinking when you're looking at me?
A crabby old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply
When you say in a loud voice, "I do wish you'd try!"
Who seems not to notice the things that you do,
And forever is losing a stocking or shoe.....
Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill....
Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse; you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of ten ...with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters, who love one another.
A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet.
A bride soon at twenty -- my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.
At twenty-five now, I have young of my own,
Who need me to guide and a secure happy home.
A woman of thirty, my young now grown fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last.
At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn.
At fifty once more, babies play round my knee,
Again we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead;
I look at the future, I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing young of their own,
And I think of the years and the love that I've known.
I'm now an old woman ...and nature is cruel;
'Tis jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles, grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain,
And I'm loving and living life over again.
I think of the years ....all too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, nurses, open and see,
...Not a crabby old woman; look closer ...see ME!!
*********************
Remember this poem when you next meet an old person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within ...... We will one day be there too.
I wonder if you saw "Teenage Meets Old Age" on Monday, BBC2? Take a look, its on again this week - you may adopt a different attitude. How I'd love to take you to my workplace, Community Mental Health Team, where you see older people treated by society not with dignity becoming their seniority, but more like second class citizens, tolerated under duress. Take time out to get to know these people and find out who they really are - a person of huge value not least for the insight they give into a forgotten world where society had respect for one another. They may not remember their birth date or what they had for breakfast, but let them tell you about how they were carried down the Anderson Shelter on sacking whilst in labour to escape the bombs for example and its like being in another world.
I won't harp on but offer you this:
An Old Lady's Poem, Anonymous
When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee, Scotland, it was felt that she had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through her meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Ireland. The old lady's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the North Ireland Association for Mental Health.
An Old Lady's Poem
What do you see, nurses, what do you see?
What are you thinking when you're looking at me?
A crabby old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply
When you say in a loud voice, "I do wish you'd try!"
Who seems not to notice the things that you do,
And forever is losing a stocking or shoe.....
Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill....
Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse; you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of ten ...with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters, who love one another.
A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet.
A bride soon at twenty -- my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.
At twenty-five now, I have young of my own,
Who need me to guide and a secure happy home.
A woman of thirty, my young now grown fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last.
At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn.
At fifty once more, babies play round my knee,
Again we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead;
I look at the future, I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing young of their own,
And I think of the years and the love that I've known.
I'm now an old woman ...and nature is cruel;
'Tis jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles, grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain,
And I'm loving and living life over again.
I think of the years ....all too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, nurses, open and see,
...Not a crabby old woman; look closer ...see ME!!
*********************
Remember this poem when you next meet an old person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within ...... We will one day be there too.
The only thing you are working on is laying the ground bait?
Typical youngster, cant get out of bed, hence last in line.
Tough.
Typical youngster, cant get out of bed, hence last in line.
Tough.
I'm back
Can't win when you get old. I go to bed early, cucumber slices on eyes to stop the wrinkling, and two hours later back up for a pee. The old prostrate and bladder isn't as pliable as they used to be. Now I'm wide awake so will have a read before drifting off into a semi-coma. I suppose it's good to relieve myself because if I started to dream of running water I'd probably pee the bed and then Her Ladyship would make me wear Tena for Men
On the positive side at my time of life I'd only need the small size which would work out cheaper ....
Can't win when you get old. I go to bed early, cucumber slices on eyes to stop the wrinkling, and two hours later back up for a pee. The old prostrate and bladder isn't as pliable as they used to be. Now I'm wide awake so will have a read before drifting off into a semi-coma. I suppose it's good to relieve myself because if I started to dream of running water I'd probably pee the bed and then Her Ladyship would make me wear Tena for Men
On the positive side at my time of life I'd only need the small size which would work out cheaper ....
Hi Timbo
No the comment was not aimed at you directly, look at any post on the forum which touches a nerve and people read a lot more into a given situation, over react and make matters very personal when in whole its not the intention.
You write "How Id love to take you to my work place" you say that as though you would like me to open my eyes, they are already wide open.
I have mentioned in passing Her in doors or Julia my wife whom works nights. Julia for the last 22 years has made a passion and career out of caring for the elderly, shes a RGN whom works 12 hour night shifts starting at 8 at night finishing at 8 in the morning. Sometimes putting patient and relatives care and needs before her family which is never qustioned.
My children as mentiond are dropped of at her work of a morning so she can walk them to school on the way home. They have grown up making freinds with individuals and as in life finding out there no longer with us when they next go in. I have met in my years with Julia just about every type of patient you can think off.
Over the years we have all cared for, loved, respected and lossed loved ones, young and old, we all come in with nothing we all go out with nothing, This world is not perfect it never has been it never will be.
Each section of society has its own troubles, problems, steriotypes, good and bad, tv will always highlight the extreme cases as this makes good viewing, when did you last watch a documentary of a normal person caring for those around them without ever batting an eyelid.
My original post was not meant to be defragatory to old people yes I called them old and wrinklies but thats like caling all teenagers hoodies, all blondes Bimbos etc.
I was not commenting on their health or wellbeing, thats between each individual and there doctor,
We which I mean to say was a lot of people I would estimate to be over 60/65 years of age and I were all there for the same reason simply to get blood taken, My rant as stated was questioning more at why and what need did they have to be there at that time of the morning. Namely elderly people dont have to work, time is not of the essence, its open from 8.30 till 12 your not going to get the results any quicker. I am still questioning WHY would they choose to stand outside for at least 30 mins in the cold ( I arrived at 8am and counted 32 peole in front of me, What time did they start arriving).
My frustrations were aimed at the situation I was faced weather that be elderly, handicaped, single mothers, the unemployed etc just about anybody that doesnt work, the situation would have been the same except i would aim it at a different group of people but that day the facts were I was behind a whole line of pensioners.
As mentioned earlier it makes no difference in this situation whom goes first with the exeption that the working person or me in this instance could have there pay deducted for being late.
Reverse this situation what would you feel if I said all pensioners still in th que after 9am would have there pension short paid and be forced to wait several hours before being allowed to eat just because of where you stood in a que, Would you think that would be fair and just. or discriminatory
Society as well as individuals are very blinkered and see what they want to see or read what they want into any given situation. It doesnt mean either you or I or indeed any other individual is perfect as nobody is.
I do like your poem however over the years i have read it in different formats, Any nurse or carer for that matter worth her salt has this insight engraved on there heart and never have to see it in writing. They are a class of people whom have the lowest wages in society, work some of the longest hours, get little thanks for the jobs they do and even face abuse and physical attacks in there day to day duties but each shift they still go back and why Because they Care.
Keep safe keep well I say that unconditionaly,
Cheers
John
No the comment was not aimed at you directly, look at any post on the forum which touches a nerve and people read a lot more into a given situation, over react and make matters very personal when in whole its not the intention.
You write "How Id love to take you to my work place" you say that as though you would like me to open my eyes, they are already wide open.
I have mentioned in passing Her in doors or Julia my wife whom works nights. Julia for the last 22 years has made a passion and career out of caring for the elderly, shes a RGN whom works 12 hour night shifts starting at 8 at night finishing at 8 in the morning. Sometimes putting patient and relatives care and needs before her family which is never qustioned.
My children as mentiond are dropped of at her work of a morning so she can walk them to school on the way home. They have grown up making freinds with individuals and as in life finding out there no longer with us when they next go in. I have met in my years with Julia just about every type of patient you can think off.
Over the years we have all cared for, loved, respected and lossed loved ones, young and old, we all come in with nothing we all go out with nothing, This world is not perfect it never has been it never will be.
Each section of society has its own troubles, problems, steriotypes, good and bad, tv will always highlight the extreme cases as this makes good viewing, when did you last watch a documentary of a normal person caring for those around them without ever batting an eyelid.
My original post was not meant to be defragatory to old people yes I called them old and wrinklies but thats like caling all teenagers hoodies, all blondes Bimbos etc.
I was not commenting on their health or wellbeing, thats between each individual and there doctor,
We which I mean to say was a lot of people I would estimate to be over 60/65 years of age and I were all there for the same reason simply to get blood taken, My rant as stated was questioning more at why and what need did they have to be there at that time of the morning. Namely elderly people dont have to work, time is not of the essence, its open from 8.30 till 12 your not going to get the results any quicker. I am still questioning WHY would they choose to stand outside for at least 30 mins in the cold ( I arrived at 8am and counted 32 peole in front of me, What time did they start arriving).
My frustrations were aimed at the situation I was faced weather that be elderly, handicaped, single mothers, the unemployed etc just about anybody that doesnt work, the situation would have been the same except i would aim it at a different group of people but that day the facts were I was behind a whole line of pensioners.
As mentioned earlier it makes no difference in this situation whom goes first with the exeption that the working person or me in this instance could have there pay deducted for being late.
Reverse this situation what would you feel if I said all pensioners still in th que after 9am would have there pension short paid and be forced to wait several hours before being allowed to eat just because of where you stood in a que, Would you think that would be fair and just. or discriminatory
Society as well as individuals are very blinkered and see what they want to see or read what they want into any given situation. It doesnt mean either you or I or indeed any other individual is perfect as nobody is.
I do like your poem however over the years i have read it in different formats, Any nurse or carer for that matter worth her salt has this insight engraved on there heart and never have to see it in writing. They are a class of people whom have the lowest wages in society, work some of the longest hours, get little thanks for the jobs they do and even face abuse and physical attacks in there day to day duties but each shift they still go back and why Because they Care.
Keep safe keep well I say that unconditionaly,
Cheers
John
the answer as to why are they there early? well if they are like me,after 40+ years of rising at 0530 to do a 22 mile trip to london & arrive at 0800 I cant break the bl##dy habit & a trip to the hospital or any other reason to do something is a welcome break .
& I do understand your frustration I was the same when i was working
& I do understand your frustration I was the same when i was working
The first 4 words of your entry say it all really "Nothing to do with caravans........."
Cant wait for the better weather and start enjoying life a bit more IN THE CARAVAN
Cant wait for the better weather and start enjoying life a bit more IN THE CARAVAN
The first 4 words of your entry say it all really " Nothing to do with caravans"
I make that five words,unless they have changed maths since I went to school.
Steve W
I make that five words,unless they have changed maths since I went to school.
Steve W
Hi Steve, dont wait for the great british wheather to start enjoying your van, we spent a week in ironbridge last week for the kids half term, Had to rap up well but had a great time.
Out again in two weeks for a weekend in derbyshire, cant wait.
Cheers
John
Out again in two weeks for a weekend in derbyshire, cant wait.
Cheers
John
Just a thought, I've been philosophising whilst sat on the throne .....
Most of us wrinklies have worked all our lives. We've paid our N.I. all this time so on that bearing we've probably paid more than you grumblers. That means we take seniority so get to the back of the queue. Is it any surprise that Britain is breeding a load of premature Victor Meldrews
Most of us wrinklies have worked all our lives. We've paid our N.I. all this time so on that bearing we've probably paid more than you grumblers. That means we take seniority so get to the back of the queue. Is it any surprise that Britain is breeding a load of premature Victor Meldrews
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