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Noooooooo Barb nothing like that :-0

OH's been sanding on the stairs again :-0 gave dad his buzzer and its been going off all day ;-) then we had a visitor then i had to clean the mess up OH had made :-| ;-)

why is that ? have you been trimming up or something humbuggy ;-) ;-)

Hectic Barb :-0 ;-)

Ok thanks Fly <3 hows things with you today ?

You will ;-)

Hiya Barb :-D :-D <3 how yer doing <3

Will I do ?? :-(

Munchkin :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D ;-)

My baubles are gorgeous, Mersey :-D :-D - every one is different, collected from lots of places over the years :-D :-D

So I don't want those harsh, blue LED lights spoiling their effect :-| ;-) ;-)

Making tea now, so catch you later :-D ;-) <3

Nothing worse than dull baubles GiN :-0 ;-)

And I can't put me baubles in it 'til we get some new ones, Mersey :-0 :-D ;-)

Will get some on Tuesday. :-D I don't like those LED ones, though - too harsh :-| ;-)

Hiya GiN I got em and a few others things too :-D :-D ;-)

You cant have a christmas tree without lights :-0 :-0

Hya Mersey :-D :-D <3 <3 ;-)

Have you enjoyed shopping trip? And found some foam bananas? :-D :-D ;-) ;-) :-D


Take no notice of us Grinches - our mojos will get into the groove before long ;-) ;-) ;-)

Me Christmas tree lights aren't working, so we're all decorated apart from a sad and unadorned tree :-( :-(

Miss Christmas Mojo helper here....how may I help you :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D ;-)

I know what you mean, Barb - I've written my cards, done the shopping, but I'm finding it hard to get into the Christmas spirit. Not a lot of mojo here, either. :-( ;-) ;-)

Hi GinN :-D <3
I hand delivered xmas and birthday cards to my bros family yesterday and have written out a few to post but I keep putting the rest off till tomorrow .

can't get my mojo going, :-( :-( :-(

Thanks, Dermot - very thought provoking :-D ;-)


Hya Barb :-D :-D <3 <3 - are you putting off the task too? :-D ;-) ;-)

Hi Dermot :-D :-D I love those two poems and have them in my keeps. When my g,daughter started work in a care home for Dementia sufferers I printed them off for her. <3 <3

Cranky Old Man - See Me.
(Unknown Composer).

What do you see, nurses, what do you see,
what are you thinking when you’re looking at me?
A cranky old man, not very wise,
uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes.

Who dribbles his 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 sock 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 boy of sixteen, with wings on his feet,
dreaming that soon now a lover he’ll meet.
A groom 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 man 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 woman’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 wife 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 man and nature is cruel;
’tis jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles, grace and vigour depart,
there is now a stone where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass a young boy 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 cranky old man; look closer – See Me!

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A Nurse’s Reply to a Cranky Old Man poem.

What do we see, you ask, what do we see?
Yes we are thinking when looking at thee!

We may seem hard when we hurry and fuss,
But there’s many of you and too few of us.

We would like far more time to sit by you and talk,
To bathe you and feed you and help you to walk,

To hear of your lives and the things you have done;
Your childhood, your husband, your daughter, your son.

But time is against us, there’s too much to do —
Patients too many and nurses too few.

We grieve when we see you so sad and alone,
With nobody near you, no friends of your own.

We feel all your pain, and know of your fear,
That nobody cares now your end is so near.

But nurses are people with feelings as well,
And when we’re together you’ll often hear tell,

Of the dearest old gran in the very end bed,
And the lovely old dad and the things that he said.

We speak with compassion and love, and feel sad,
When we think of your lives and the joy that you’ve had.

When the time has arrived for you to depart,
You leave behind an ache in our heart.

When you sleep the long sleep, no more worry or care.
There are other old people, and we must be there.

So please understand if we hurry and fuss —
There are many of you, and too few of us.

can someone do mine for me please :-0 :-0 :-0

Emma and Fly? - are you writing your Christmas cards? :-D :-D :-D ;-) ;-) ;-)