Not sure anyone reads papers or watches the news at the moment. But how about this from 2009!
September : Britain’s biggest selling newspaper, The Sun withdraws its support for the Labour Party and gives its backing to the Conservatives. The announcement comes shortly after Gordon Brown delivered his keynote speech to the 2009 Labour Party Conference, and on the same day that Ipsos MORI place Labour in third position, behind both the Conservatives and the Liberal Democrats, in their latest opinion poll.
December:The last MORI poll of the decade shows the Tories 17 points ahead of Labour on 43%, pointing towards a landslide and their first election win since 1992
#StrangeTimes

10 years ago this week my urological adventure started. What better way to celebrate this milestone than with an infection and many hospitals. It was 1st September 2009 that I was in hospital for a simple day case . Simple ? As if ! Collapsing at home later that night and I was readmitted ! And so it went on!

Before you panic The hospitals this week, were not me… But yes, the infection was me. Thankfully Jerome has the wherewithal to get the lab to send him results. He then suggested action, fast. A sensitive culture . Phew. Home antibiotics could kick in..pewkily but wow that’s an improvement over the first half of this year.

Meanwhile, Monday was spent at an NHS Oxford Orthopaedic Hospital. I spent a lot of time there in 2013 with my father’s ankle stuff. But this week it was pain management group supporting my nephew. Having done similar myself, it was important to be there for him. How we giggled afterwards. Not least his observation that most of the patients limped as they went into the session. But so effective was the course their limps had disappeared at the rush for lunch! He told me they used a crane to get some to hydrotherapy. Observant he is!

All joking aside. 3 week course has clearly been beneficial. Key message. Whatever you want to do. Do. Factor in rest days. ‘pacing’ argh that word. But better half full than half empty. Thank-you NHS.

The middle of the week was a two hour dentist visit for me. Staring at the ceiling for that length of time gave me a chance to ponder the anniversary of this urological mare…and indeed my birthday. The ever resourceful yellow cardies, crazy bbc’ers, my daughters and many more made sure we had tea and cakes aplenty later that day. A parcel of

Cornish scones ended up being delivered next door. So they will keep in the freezer for another day!

Then more hospitals, one dear friend is leaking like a sieve after his prosectomy. Now that’s one area I was able to advise on. Another friend on chemo and pewking . Daughter 1 spent Friday in hospital. Son 2 spent Friday night in hospital. Arghhh.

Funeral of our amazing legend Norma was Friday…but my divided loyalties meant I had to miss her funeral and think of her up in heaven making toasted sandwiches, branston pickle too, with her son. I know she’d have understood, but it was tough call.

All seem a bit calmer and zonked today. Whilst I know others are likewise supporting family … … late night calls phones pinging in the night…taxis to airports to get back fast…I’m thinking of you.

I am on the other side, the carer, the friend, the confidant. I know it’s so hard for those around me when I’m feeling rubbish. Whatever the circumstances whatever the reassurances that jolt of realisation when first light dawns. Is he / she OK? What can I do? As though somehow being busy is helpful.

But for now I have my super groovy speaker cum light, app enabled, phone driven, present to set up. …Thanks to techie guru D!