The Curse of Starship Pinderfields Strikes again…….

Another afternoon out at the Starship Pinderfields today and for those who are regular readers of this blog you will know that I don’t tend to have a great deal of luck with appointment times at my local hospital. So was today any different – er no! I did get for my bloods doing straight away which was a good start, getting the trainee nurse to take my blood was not. Alarm bells rang when she held the needle like a javelin, but did she really need to take a run up – ok, slight exaggeration but she wasn’t exactly gentle. There was more blood on me than in the tube, make no wonder my haemoglobin count was down a bit, she’d splattered it all over my top. Normally you get one cotton wool ball stuck to your arm – I had a Johnson’s multi-pack!!

Still the waiting room didn’t seem too busy hopefully I’d be in and out in no time………………There were more delays on the electronic appointment board than Manchester Airport . I was only an hour and 45 minutes late in the end – the last patient of the day – though I did think they’d forgotten me when one of the consultants turned off his lights and headed out the door, thankfully there was another one further up the corridor – I made it back to work in time for last break. So much for I’d only be an hour at the most.

At least I got to do my year 2 ‘under the sea’ dance before I left. Bless them, they’re fab – and one little girl made my day. When she asked if she could be Ariel. I jokingly said I was Ariel – her reply ‘maybe we both should be Ariel, I’ve got the hair and you’ve got the beauty’ I could have kissed her – I love my job.

The weekends here

And guess who’s running 3 mile in the morning…

Bring it on


Captain Underpants in the Car Park at Crigg…..

They’re back – the dreaded ‘Wendy-Ball’ P.E Sessions, my favourite game in the whole wide world (not) – honestly I prefer my ‘rolling round like a tit’ being a fish under the sea dance – sort of! Still at least the Wendy-ball is made much more fun by the guy who teaches it – Dennis. The most politically incorrect guy your ever likely to meet – well apart from one other person I know who I’ll mention later. Anyway Dennis has the ‘magic touch’ with the kids. They love been called ‘plant pot’, ‘duck egg’ and ‘cloth ears’ and when he yells ‘tha’s art’ (yorkshire for you are out of the game!) no one crys!  Best laugh today has to be when he asked a certain curly-haired kid if he’d been to bed in his rollers – I kept my face straight – just!!

So with ‘wendy-ball’ work over and the Asda big shop out-of-the-way, it was time to drop Jack at rugby training and go for a run. Now Jack’s rugby coach is another ‘say as you see’ type of bloke – his very first training session he called one kid ginner and gasps could be heard -kids nowadays have no idea. I’ve got to say Jack has learned fast – his favorite word is now ‘chuffing’, he moans when his hormonally challenged team-mate has the ‘tit on’ he loves ‘laiking art’ and gets well ratty if someone fannies about and they ‘av to run abart’ – they’re the printable ones. So when Jacks rugby coach decided to drop his keks(trousers) in the middle of the carpark to change out of his work stuff.  none of us ‘took on’ when he stood there in his undercrackers. Mind you, when he plastered our front room he did the same thing every morning – god only knows what the neighbours thought!!

So no P.E tomorrow due to an inspire morning (don’t ask) looks like I’ll have to wait until next week to do my ‘Ariel Dance’ I’ve practised all week for nowt – pft!!

Wendy ball out of the way – 7.7 mile run done

Short sprint in the morning

Bring it on



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