Did you get my emails?

I hope so, I’d hate to think of those hours in the internet cafe as wasted.

Perhaps the flowers have arrived. I know you got my calls. I would have sent you more, but I’m by no means rich, like you, as I no longer work.

You’re my job now….




The Wage Question

The question some people are asking,

Which inspires these lines of verse,

Has to do in part,with the wages,

So important I think to a nurse.

Can we measure the work and devotion,

On the scales of £.s.d.

And present a report so truthful,

That never a doubt there’d be,

The pay then would be substantial,

And there’d be a dreadful hush.

As nurse took her rightful wages,

With never a sigh or blush,

Yet somewhere there must be a ceiling,

When we seem so sure of the floor!

Perhaps its that bit in the middle,

Which could be the big encore,

If money will give us good nurse’s,

If money good nurse can buy,

Then money is all that matters,

A statement I once thought a lie!

written by The Bad Bard a 90 year old patient of the early 1900’s



I felt the needle go in but this time it felt different.

I am gasping for breath.

My room is full of Doctors and nurses.

I dont want to die ! I try to speak but I cannot.

Someone is telling me things will be alright.

A cannula is fitted and hitched up to a machine.

I took in what I thought was my last breath…


A Passage of Words...

I crouched, trembling and hiding on the hard floor beside the car. Thunder rumbles in the distance, and I can hear a few spots. of rain falling.

I can hear my fathers voice getting louder, and my heart pounds and I feel as if I cannot breathe. It scares me so much that I wet myself.

I remember the first time he hit Mum, I pleaded with her to leave him….



She gave him her attention then with a startled glance, wondered whether it was the sort of provocative remark which men are apt to make, or whether by some extraordinary perceptiveness he had really seen through the mocking of her smile.

But it did not really matter what he thought as tomorrow she would not see him again…