It Never Rains

Hello, dear readers!

Hot enough for you?

To be fair, that opening line would have been much better placed on the blog post that was scheduled for yesterday.

Since then, it seems to have cooled significantly, until a point has been reached (in this house, anyway) where I can at least consider wearing more than just my chundies while I write. (please note, this does not guarantee I’m not sat in said underwear, and as for the mental imagery, you’re welcome).

It’s just a shame it didn’t cool to this degree whilst I spent all day in my car.

Hospital Transport
As I mentioned, this offering is a whole day late, and the reason for such shameful tardiness, stems from the fact my mother-in-law, Gwen, had a fall a couple of nights back.

Thankfully it wasn’t anything too-too serious, there were no broken bones or life threatening injuries, but it did leave her with a nasty bump on the head, spectacular enough for an ambulance to be called and the lady in question to be carted off to hospital.

Which is where we come in.

Making The Dream Work
By we, I of course mean myself and my mind-bogglingly marvellous Mrs, Tina, but I should probably include my sister-in-law, Jenni, into the mix too, because it was she who took the 2am call from the residential home Gwen lives in informing us of the situation.

At this point, all we knew was that Gwen had fallen and was being taken to hospital, and this is where the communication began to break down

Jen was told that Gwen had been taken to Dewsbury And District Hospital, which, as said hopital is a mere six mile by road from her care home, made perfect sense. This turned out to be wrong.

In actual fact, Gwen had been taken to Pinderfields Hospital, some twenty one miles away and, more to the point, having found out where she’d been taken, we discovered she’d been taken alone.

That’s right, an elderly woman who suffers from Vascular Dementia, had been left on a trolley, in A&E with no-one familiar to accompany her and we had not been made aware of this fact.

I think it’s fair to say that we were less than happy.

Is This Your Card?
As these facts came to light (thanks to the ever resourceful Jenni), we speedily got ourselves ready, and were just about to leave the house, when disaster number two struck.

 

I couldn’t find my cash card.

Now, this is not an isolated incident. Having a brain like a piece of swiss cheese that’s been ravaged by moths and nibbled on by a mischief of particularly naughty mice (did you know the collective noun for mice was a mischief? I didn’t, but I’m quite pleased by the fact), I do tend to misplace the odd item. However, upon turning the house upside down and giving it a good shake, the card refused to turn up, meaning, it seemed, that it had conceivably fallen out of my pocket while walking the dog (that’s me doing the walking, not the card).

All of which meant a desperate scrabble, and the borrowing of a card with a promise of a quick pay back of funds. This done, we then set off.

Really, I’m just grateful that all of this didn’t happen twenty-four hours earlier. If it had then I’m not sure either myself or Tina would have survived the trip. As it was it was still an overly warm and slightly sticky journey, but with perseverance and a little iced water we won through.

That just left the finding of the patient, waiting around while a final CT scan was performed, and the return journey. It all took a little more time than it should in anything like a perfect world, and it meant a confused lady being left on a trolly in a corridor, but I guess that’s down to the wonderful way our NHS is underfunded (the staff, as always, were brilliant).

The Day Today
Add in the return journey, the cancelling of the thankfully unused card (oh, the wonders of mobile banking), and the unblocking of the unused card we have for our savings account so we can visit London and attend our daughter’s graduation next week, and it all added up to one hell of a hot, flustered, and busy day, and a total inability to write anything than perhaps a ‘fire bad, tree pretty’ type post.

Still, today is a different day, and after a good sleep and some well deserved coffee, here we are.

And you thought you’d got away with it, eh?


Until next time

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Hey, folks! If you would care to take a look at some of my more creative writing, then the links below will transport you to the magical worlds of a few anthologies my short (and in two cases, very short) stories have been included in. Feel free to check ’em out!

New Tales Of Old: Volume 2

https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B09TMVTX9H/ref=ppx_yo_dt_b_asin_title_o00_s00?ie=UTF8&psc=1

Death Ship

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/9198684140/ref=cm_sw_r_apan_glt_fabc_TWEMTA3KWK7T89QEZPF6?fbclid=IwAR322Fx5nfgVUQAA62ZZ6CUsNnBm8pbSxPanzz6Qkjg3vAv4ESipq7iKKhs

https://www.waterstones.com/book/death-ship/david-green/s-o-green/9789198684148?fbclid=IwAR2gP4CXHSG7wTccO39wOqXFtI81k0259Ep8DUM48Ki6kTUdlKoF3yafojA

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/9198684140/ref=ewc_pr_img_1?smid=A2XZ7JICGUQ1CX&psc=1&fbclid=IwAR2Wa6sGxb82_VCsC7l1CGXwHjsSwTheqba6jDX_G8EDsywZoGpC93nXr2w

Reaperman

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Reaperman-Drabbles-3-Legends-Night-ebook/dp/B099NNPTQ1A

Pestilence

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Pestilence-Revelations-Black-Ink-Fiction/dp/B09MDLZGHY/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2VP38WZDWJVAF&keywords=black+ink+fiction&qid=1654090896&sprefix=black+ink+fiction%2Caps%2C218&sr=8-1

The Musketeers Vs Cthulhu

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Musketeers-Cthulhu-Court-King-Louis-ebook/dp/B09YQKQQB7/ref=sr_1_18?crid=2VP38WZDWJVAF&keywords=black+ink+fiction&qid=1654091002&sprefix=black+ink+fiction%2Caps%2C218&sr=8-18