fortyplusandfrazzled

Life really does go backwards at 40

The Final Three

Well who’d a thought it, I am in the final 3, it should be the final 2 but not sure why but there are 3 of us left.

This week my story is about snow, our obsession and the random behaviour it cases, I hope you enjoy and thank you so very much for all the votes. If I get through to the next round you will be able to read a few chapters of my book 😉

Snow Gate

Recently the UK has been hit by ‘the snow’, I call it ‘the snow’ as it turns everyday folk into the weirdest people ever….me included.

I remember as a child in the late 70’s things being completely different. We had what the old folk’s call, proper snow, proper snow being the term for anything deeper than 4ft . We were snowed in for days, did we panic?, no we just got on with life. As a 7-year-old and out on a walk with my brothers I happened to stand on some proper snow and immediately disappeared down a hole much to their delight.

To me snow is snow, its white, wet, cold and needs to fall elsewhere. So with the forecaster telling us we are due for snow what happens next can only be described as random behaviour of the most superb kind.

We now as a country have a of set of ‘snow rules’ the first rule,

Overreact…

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Dignity

Well what can I say apart from a masshoosive thank you to everyone that continues to vote for me, I really am very grateful and thanks again so very much to you, you and especially you with RSI I am through to the next round.

So here is the next story,

Jenny had always wanted to be a nurse ever since she watched the 1970’s weekly television series Angels.

Angels had inspired Jenny, it tackled issues such as contraception, alcoholism and care of the elderly.
Throughout her school years Jenny studied hard, she turned down the party requests and she knew exactly what grades she needed to be accepted on to the State Registered Nursing programme and no matter what happened Jenny was going to be a nurse and make a difference.
In the late 1980’s Jenny obtained the grades needed and embarked on a 3 year course to become a SRN. During her training Jenny was given a variety of placements one of which would serve her so very well in the years to come.

After qualifying Jenny specialised in A&E and worked there until having children when she found that she needed to find a post that fitted in with family life, she needed to work but also needed to be around more for her children. Thumbing through the local paper Jenny saw an advert which read, SRN’s wanted for local District Nursing Unit, days or evening shifts available. Without any hesitation Jenny applied and duly forgot her application until a letter arrived inviting her for an interview the following week.
The day of the interview arrived and Jenny was a bag of nerves, she wanted this job and couldn’t think of anything better than providing care for people in their own homes.
Jenny was composed and calm throughout the interview but inside she was a bag of nerves and knew the wait would be unbearable.
Three days later Jenny got the call she was waiting for, the stern voice of Sister Mainland announcing she had been successful in her application.
Over the years Jenny became a popular member of both the team and her patients, her favourites were the elderly. Jenny was a strong believer in choice and strove to ensure those that need assistance and wanted to stay with in their own homes were able to do so. Many obstacle’s came Jenny’s way be it in Management, other care providers or relatives.
As the years past Jenny was promoted and eventually she was made Sister and placed in charge of both the day and twilight district nurses. Jenny however now realised her mistake, no longer did she have time to pop and see her regulars, these were now visited by other nurses, Jenny was now stuck behind a desk and a mountain of paperwork. Each day became more and more mundane, reports, statistic, more reports and endless meetings, no longer did she have the patient contact she loved.
After a year at Management level Jenny decided enough was enough, no longer did she feel that she made a difference and handed in her notice for pastures new.

If you have enjoyed reading this so far and would like to read the rest of the story, please click the link and vote for me, Julia Frazzleby. 2 leave the competition on Friday leaving the final 2 for a show down…..

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Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

Well what can I say apart from a masshoosive thank you to everyone that continues to vote for me, I really am very grateful and thanks to you, you and especially you with RSI I am through to the next round.

🙂

So here is the next story,

Beep, beep, beep, a loud shrill of the alarm clock goes off announcing its 7.00am, a hand untangles itself from the bedding and fumbles for the snooze button silencing the alarm for a second time. Almost as if in an instant the alarm emits more loud shrills impatiently, this time the alarm is successful and wakes the occupant of the bed.

Matthew, groggy from a fretful night’s sleep musters the energy to slide to the edge of the bed, he stretches, sighs and heads off to the shower to see if that will refresh him.

Half an hour later a refreshed Matthew emerges from the shower, he checks his watch and notices he has time for a much needed coffee before he needs to leave for the train station. As Matthew enters the kitchen area of his small flat he notices a letter on the work surface, hesitating he stops momentarily before picking the letter up. Matthew knows the contents of this letter off by heart, the contents have turned his world upside down.
A beep from his phone brings him back from his thoughts and back to reality, he is reminded that he needs to get to the station. Matthew gathers his things, throws on his jacket and heads out of the door.

Arriving at Kings Cross station Matthew heads to one of the automatic ticket collection machines, checking his phone for his booking reference he types in the number and patiently waits for his tickets to be printed. Tickets in hand he checks his seat reservation details and heads over to the concourse to check what platform his train is leaving from. The station is busy for a Saturday morning so he finds himself weaving in and out of travellers stood with their eyes fixed on the departure board.

An announcement is made, “The 8.35 to Leeds will depart from Platform 8”, Matthew heads off again checking his seat reservation details. He joins the swarm of people heading down the platform until he reaches coach D where he boards the train and finds his seat. Matthew checks his reservation again, he was sure he didn’t reserve a table seat, he didn’t want people around him or to feel the need to make small talk. With a sigh he takes his seat, looks at the 3 other seats, 2 are also reserved for the entire journey, he thinks to himself, I will move once we get going.

Matthew hears a commotion and looks up, 2 servicemen approach him, Matthew mumbles under his breath, “Please let them walk past”. It’s not Matthews day, he sighs as they announce these are their seats.

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