Wednesday, 25 March 2015

The Gallery - Boys

This week on the Gallery we are celebrating boys.

Not being a super girly girl I often prefer the company of men, my husband is definitely my best friend, and his friends have become my friends over the years. I trust and respect them, so much so, two of them are Godfathers to my children.

Sadly I don't see them often enough (It would help if one hadn't moved to Australia and another to the far and distant Scunthorpe) but when I do see them we usually have great times.




There are other boys in my life; my two nephews, who are referred to as 'The Boys' are gorgeous great men, one turns 18 next week and the other is 20 in a month, I remember holding them as babies and not being able to imagine them as men and now here they are, going into the world and starting their adult lives - I know they will be amazing.

This was taken about 4 years ago so still boys here.

My girls also seem to have an affinity with boys. My eldest daughters first best friend was a boy and although they are not quite as close right now, as they go through the awkward pre-teen years, they still see each other from time to time and get on famously. They will both kill me for this photo, but I love it.


My daughters have also grown up with our friends boys, who are like family to us and who my daughters definitely see as family. With them, there is no sense of boys and girls they are all friends, which is lovely.

This was taken a couple of years ago, but I love the photo, and the hats!
All of these are the boys in my life and I love and care for them all. For more boys pop over to Tara's blog here.

Wednesday, 11 March 2015

30 Things I have learned about being broken

I recently broke my ankle. Here is what I have learned since I broke my ankle.
  1. Breaking your ankle hurts, not just a little bit but properly like giving birth. I have only gone into shock twice; giving birth and breaking my ankle.
  2. No amount of morphine will stop the pain of having your ankle manipulated into a temporary cast whilst awake.
  3. Staying in an NHS hospital can be great and can be awful.

    The Great

  4. The student nurse who helped me have a shower and lifted my spirits.
  5. The other patients who develop a blitz-like mentality and keep each other going.
  6.  Some of the nurses were awesome, caring and considerate.

    The Awful

  7. The delays (my operation was delayed 3 times, which meant I was nil by mouth for 3 days) and in a bed 3 days longer than I needed to be.
  8. The lack of empathy from some of the nurses, particularly those on night shift (I appreciate working at night is horrible, but this shouldn't be taken out on the patients).
  9. Having the wrong bed (this is definately a first world problem). I really could have done with an electric bed that had the remote control to lift the back and the bottom (my ankle was supposed to be elevated above my heart to reduce swelling). I had two beds in six days, neither were electric, and there were plenty of patients in the two wards who had electric beds but didn't need them (two patients offered me their beds but we weren't allowed to swap).
  10. The consultant; he had little time for me and didn't answer my questions. He was intimidating and I believe, he had me moved for one night, to another ward, so he would not have to go down one flight of stairs to see me, which is a waste of all sorts of resources. He also had a go at me because my leg wasn't elevated enough, but did nothing about the bed, or provided me with a way to elevate it.
  11. They have to draw an arrow on your leg so they don't get confused?
  12. I was told I had a bad break, both my tibia and fibia were broken, but that was it. After my operation I was told I had plates and pins. No one prepared me for this 
    I saw this for the first time 3 weeks after I broke it.
  13. The NHS is under funded, under staffed and badly organised (see point 7). This wasn't news but the first time I had really had first hand experience of it. 
  14. Occupational Health were great, and kitted out my house with all the bits and pieces I would need prior to my return home.
  15. Shopmobility will provide you with a wheel chair to take home, if you give them a deposit and pay £2.00 a night for the first fortnight and £1.00 a night after that. I had no idea about this.
  16. The scaley crocodile footness is hideous. And when they take the plaster off you will find that your whole leg looks like this. *Vom*
  17. And when they take the plaster off the smell is quite...hmmm...tangible. Ick.
  18. I had funny turns (if I was Victorian, you might call it a fit of the vapours) both times they took my cast off, apparently this is quite common. Who knew.
  19. I had to inject myself in the stomach daily to stop blood clots, this causes severe bruising that is both painful and unsightly.
  20. Pulling yourself upstairs on your bottom does wonders for the old bingo wings. I have guns of steel at the moment.
  21. My leg that had the break is now half the size of the other one and has lost all muscle tone.
  22. It can take 3 months or more to recover from a bad break completely.
  23. Losing your independence is depressing at worst and boring at best.
  24. I miss driving my car and having the freedom to go anywhere, whenever I want.
  25. I miss walking, I miss my garden.
  26. Everything takes longer.
  27. I can not imagine what it must be like for someone who is never getting out of the wheelchair or off the crutches. I have had a small insight into what it is like to have a real physical disability and I am filled with admiration and respect for anyone who copes with this day in day out.
  28. I have discovered that some disabled toilets are a joke and clearly not adequet and that most pavements and ramps are jarring and bumpy.
  29. My balance is awful.
  30. I now have a fear of falling.
I would just like to say a big thank you to all my friends who have visited me and brought me lunch and generally cheered me up, and God bless the internet for saving me from day time telly.

Wednesday, 4 March 2015

Black and White - The Gallery

On the gallery this week the theme is: Black and White.

I love black and white photography. I think I inherited my love of it.

Here is my Grandad.

He fought in the First World War. When he returned he married, he had six children, worked for the Post Office and took photo's in his spare time. Mostly his photo's were of his wife and family.
My Grandma long before I knew her
My Dad grew up seeing Grandad taking photo's so he took it up as well.
Dad (taken by Mum) and Grandad.

And I saw Dad and Mum take photo's, they mostly took photo's of their family.

Mum, me & my brother


I had my first camera when I was about 8, it had a film that was a round disc shape. As I got older I took more of an interest, and I was given an old 2nd hand Olympus OM20 SLR.

I took and developed my own photo's.

Here is one of my first efforts, this is my old friend Eleanor.

Hope you liked the patched sheet backdrop.


My old Drama teacher Mr Calvert, we were rehearsing Mother Courage
Here is a promo picture I took on timer for a comedy double act I was involved with back in the depths of time.

Don't ask - it was 1990.
Even when my now 12 year old was small I still used a film camera, this is one of my favourite black and white photo's I took of her when she wasn't even one.


I was very reluctant about digital camera's and relatively late to it, but I still like a black and white photo, and like my Grandad and my Dad, I like to take photo's of my family.


My Irish Family, New Years Eve 2014.

So for more black and white photo's head over to the Gallery.

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