Being tired, The Hussy and a deportation!

14 December 2012

This is bloomin' crazy!  For three nights I didn't use my CPAP machine for some daft reason I can't remember, and I didn't sleep all that well on those nights.  Last night I used the machine again and slept like a log.  OK, fine - so why the hell am I now feeling so damned tired now?  See, bloomin' crazy!!!

It seems that the government has given the Green Light for the Hussy to look for a partner so it can go for foundation status.  The worry now is that a private company will take up the chance to own part of the NHS and will look only for money making chances and put patient care below that.  And of course the tax-payer will continue to plough huge sums of money into it so NHS patients can continue to be treated there.  So the fight continues to keep the hospital within the NHS.  But I'm now wondering if there will be many takers from the private sector when some of the results of various inspections are taken into account.  The Hussy is one of the worst performers for mortality rates.  Just how many companies will want to be associated with that?

A Jamaican born woman who was living in Bed'th has been jailed for two years for offences connected to ID and benefit fraud.  She failed to return to Jamaica after her visa expired in the early 1980's and used the name of a dead girl to do the frauds.  She claimed around £23K in benefits by using the dead girl's name and she may be deported when she is released.  There should be no 'may be deported' here.  She should be collected at the prison gates and escorted to the airport and onto a plane!  While the UK is seen to be such a soft touch people will continue to come here and abuse the system!

Last night I lay and finished reading my Writing Magazine.  One of the articles in there picked up on something I mentioned here a few days ago.  I had mentioned that I was going to handwrite my novels and type them up afterwards.  Well, the article gave a brief history of writers and printers falling out over mistakes in the work the latter produced.  Once typewriters were invented printers demanded that all work from writers should be typed.  The article writer then went on to say that perhaps all writers should be typing their work from the start.  Hand writing and then typing is a waste of productive time.  I am slowly coming to agree with him.   

Handwriting the stories first is not working very well with the way I have been working so far.  The reason for this is that as well as the story doc being open, I also have two other docs open, one for character names and one for a story line.  Having them open on the desk top is a lot easier than having separate sheets of A4 paper lying next to me!  Maybe it's time to change back; I'll see     later!

It's a good job I have no intention of going anywhere today seeing as it's raining quite heavily right now ;-))) but Jan has an appointment up at the Hussy this morning ready for the possibility of yet another operation.  She will be pleased when it's all over and done with.  And to be honest, so will I.  She's ready to leave now and will soon be on her way.  It will be another busy day for her today.  After the hospital she has agreed to pick up Kile from school and then drive up to Camp Hill to collect Kile's step-sister Vicky. 

This is the first time I have mentioned Vicky so ... 

here she is playing happily at Shell Island.

And the Sage has spoken ...

A woman awakes during the night to find that her husband is not in bed.
She puts on her robe and goes downstairs to look for him.  She finds him sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in front of him. He appears to be in deep thought, just staring at the wall.  She watches as he wipes a tear from his eye and takes a sip of his coffee.
"What's the matter, dear?", she whispers as she steps into the room, "Why are you down here at this time of night?".
The husband looks up from his coffee, "Do you remember 20 years ago when we were dating, and you were only 16?" he asks solemnly.
"Yes I do" she replies.
The husband pauses. The words are not coming easily. "Do you remember when your father caught us in the back seat of my car fooling around?"
"Yes, I remember" says the wife, lowering herself into a chair beside him.
The husband continues. "Do you remember when he shoved the shotgun in my face and said, either you marry my daughter, or I'll send you to jail for 20 years?"
"I remember that too" she replies softly.
He wipes another tear from his cheek and says, "I would have gotten out today!!!!!!!!!!"