19.12.01
WISHING YOU ALL A PEACEFUL CHRISTMASWe will probably be a little sad on Christmas Day but will make the most of it.
I’m sure I will miss the girls.
Alvin is doing night duty so that will not be too great.
I finished my adaptation course yesterday.
It was like pulling teeth to get it tied up but I finally got a letter form Lewisham. They asked me to work on the ward because they were short and I struck a deal.
Sign the letter and I will come back to work tonight. The letter says I am finished and am suitable to be a midwife. I took a train to the uni to give it to the boss lady there who signs another form to tell UKCC I’m done. But then there are the essays to get marked before Xmas so who knows. The boss of the uni told me March. I told her that was not OK. So we will wait now and see.
So now I have my life back. I will miss the University Lectures. I go out to shows with three of the women I met through I met through the class. I want to keep in touch with two others, I don’t want to lose contact with them
I plan to visit Gibraltar ASAP where Leanne lives, and Rafat belongs to another world i.e. Muslin so that will take an effort.
I am working as a nurse in Ward 5 Postnatal again. Casual call on. Ill have everything arranged to apply at my hospital Lewisham. Alvin enjoys his work at Woolich Hospital. He would like me to move to this hospital but I prefer to stay where I am as I know the people now.
We had a wonderful weekend. Went to Stonehenge. Artic conditions with the wind blowing across the plains from the Polar Cap.
The we looked for a B & B.
Found a fabulous tiny town. A Post Office/shop from a hundred years ago. So quaint they didn’t even sell what I wanted Tampax.
Asked directions for a B & B and got taken home with a lovely woman customer to her house for a cup of tea.
She was a Practice Nurse in the area and hubby was high up in the army. I kept thinking I’ve seen him on TV. Must keep my eyes peeled.
They had a dog called Nelson who I could not get enough of. He was so obedient but so willing to be a mischief. Anyway these folks introduced us to their neighbours who has traveled extensively in NZ even been to Hokitika. A real English tea party.
The pub was our destination. Wooden shingle tiles on the roof. Picture postcard stuff.
A Church next door and thatched houses all around a narrow lane. The publican is a “retired” chef and dinner was divine. His wife was responsible for the décor of the pub. I never got to meet here but I appreciated the attention to detail inside and out. It was like a fairytale. We spelt well and felt obliged to eat the English breakfast prepared for us in the morning. Just could not eat the fried bread and black pudding.
Take care and warmest wishes for a Happy New Year
Bev and Alvin
