Now you see it, now you don't.....note the floral design!

On a recent outing to the attic of Welton Court I had the priviledge of discovering some history. Not the kind Mr nn would be interested in but some nursing history. I said to Aunt nn ' What's this chair, shall we throw it out?' To which she replied 'It's a commode'. I whipped the lid off and giggled with glee at the most wonderous discovery before me. Aunt nn wanted to keep it because it is wicker and not a model in circulation anymore but I convinced her nobody would want it now despite its historical interest plus it was a bit worse for wear. Todays commodes are minimalistic and functional in comparison to this one. Easy to clean, transport and use. This one was designed in an era when camouflage was the in thing methinks! Anyhoo it made my day and onto my phone and unfortunately for you onto your screen, hee hee. It is now on a Southwark rubbish tip somewhere over a rainbow.

Hope you enjoyed this informative and bowel warming post....................

nn xx

To see or not to see.................

When on vacation with one's relatives last weekend one's brother aka fat baptist drove one and one's husband to see the quaint village of Eastcombe and the lovely church therein. We even got to look innit, safe.

On the way back one's brother took us to what methinks it is Crickley Hill where you can see the whole of Cheltenham. As you can see from this picture all we got to see was a vast expanse of cloud and some people we considered pushing into it, hee hee! When I got home I read about Solomon's temple being filled with so much cloud that the Levites could not preach. Something like what we saw I guess. You could even say we were in the presence of God although you could say that all the time so I say it with an Old Testament twist!

Despite having had the heating on for ages I'm freezing as I'm in the computer room which remains eternally cold so my feet regress to the ice age.

Love to everyone nn xxxx

Saint Valentine?

Well as you can see my workoholic husband is marking essays in front of a bunch of flowers purchased with the express thought of pleasing the old wife. The old wife arrived back from a study day at Kings College, Waterloo, sweaty from cycling, tired from previous shifts and brain dead from cerebral overload and was unfortunately not as grateful as she should have been, tut tut eh! This was not helped by spending the day laughing at those who had bought flowers and shaking one's head at the £40,000,000 spent on Valentines day on blooms. Oh, and it adds to global warming too apparently. I'm not sure if its cos we fly them in from all around the world or cos we reduce the amount of plants photosynthesising across de nation............I won't loose any sleep over it.

One more shift tomo before seeing the honourable Berrys in london and then naffing off to Cheltenham to see the esteemed Hunts, alright!

Hello to Nic Laws who I bumped into at St T's revelling in his 7 items for £2.50 breakfast and Jonathan (physio std) who I assume was arriving for work.

Laters xx nn