I bring a morning/afternoon of sunshine from Wales,although I rather think it may very well be nippy!
I have been kept SOOOOO busy flicking a duster and the like...... so am actually perspiring again!
However we shall need coats for our stroll later I suspect.
Hello dear gangsters and indeed you are turning out to be my greatest educator and I am learning things every day.
Reading of your various exploits and achievements does seem to leave me somewhat in the lurch.
Had it not been for one certain gentleman,ma Captain Morris the later headmaster to my small country primary school I realise I might have truly missed out on any higher ............and decent education.
As a child of 6 and again at 11 I suffered rheumatic fever and therefore lost a full 2 years of schooling.
The dear elderly lady whom brought me up,a dear welsh soul with a heart of gold but rather naive,preferring to wrap me upin cotton wool at home to sending me to even a Grammer school back then.
It was Captain Morris whom had always championed me for my academic abilities (though again I too was banned from most sports including PE........therefore have grown up not liking them.....sadly.
He called on us persoally on several occasions trying to get permission for me to do my 11 plus exams,knowing I would the pass anbd attend a mixed Grammer school at nearby St Davids,
The answer was always no ......various excuses every time.
He continued saying now it was a must and so yes I sat the exam,passed and then was stopped from attending this new Grammer school.................on the grounds it was mixed!!!!!
I the market town some 13 miles away was a girls High School,and it was Captain Morris whom worked miracles and got me into that school............despite the long travels daily within weeks I was well recieved by the Head mistress.and for all the next year exams always came within the top 3 .............I shudder now thinking how near I was to losing out altogether.
My life has been one of differences within every chapter.
I did nothing outstanding as I recieved absolutely no encouragement.
Yet this later half of my life managed to make my mark in many areas, always in the area of reaching out to uplift those in need.........from the one to first instigate the Pembrokeshire Cancer Support Groups,now we have one in every small town.
Both of us served on several Hospital Commitees detemined to bring improved services for all with life limiting illnesses into our much our needy beleagured county
Whilst of course, the biggest achievement that took years of planning,hard graft in designing it all plus all the fund raising required before getting it up and running was our Cancer Care Centre,then thereafter working there, improving and encouraging others for some 20 years
Lastly following another difficult path, fighting such red tape but we actually delivered on bringing the first,all be it small Hospice into our County................that was actually more a fund raising work on my behalf,though time consuming.
So at least although I have no scientific roots or great academic accolades to my name,I am more than satisfied and extremely proud of my work in the field of caring.
Just one regret.
I started in my mid 40`s..................just imagine what might have bee had I started this work in my 20`s!!
Although of course I had been a nurse since my early 20`s.
Loved hearing of your Holy Well there within your own garden Grammaretto...........and the Church...........you certainly have a whole font of History there around you.
It must be a specuially historic area.
It would seem that Churches and wells nearby seem to have been the thing back all those years,I feel sure one of you ladies will know the story behind them.
We seem to be getting so deeply engrossed in each other`s works that we are getting our sources mixed up......Sadly Bradfordlass I did not tell the story of St Isfael........I rather think that may well have been one of Cherry`s tales...........
Mind you there are so many Churches,Saints,Castles and the like in Wales.....always a tale to be told!!
Whilst yesterday I was commiserating with you Doodle because I canot cook very well,and neither do I like craft work.......but yes ......I can ride a bike!!!!
It was my one main mode of transport when living o a remote small farm as a youngster (I later progressed to a scooter,and my word!!! I had truly "arrived"!!!)
Loved your pictures of Taplow and Bray Lock...........stunning and you are so fortunate to have these deligtful places to visit,I am sure these out days bring a glow to Mr D`s cheeks!!
Whilst Mamissimo feeling for you and your new unwanted dilemna today,hopefully your DS can have his test and he is free of the virus,but of course with your state of health, having this virus in such close proximity is the last thing you need.
Indeed isolation it has to be,and from us all fingers tightly crossed for you all.
How on earth is he expected to travel "safely" to the Isle of Wight????
Some of these rules truly make no sense at all.
The more I try not to take over here the longer my posts get!!
Anyway I think we need to don our coats and get some fresh air,so please dear gals all do take care and a special bunch of
Mamissimo
You must be old if you have a purse or a wallet.
is their a bank for senior citizens?
How Many Courses Do You Have in a Restaurant?
The early release scheme it's a gimmick and helps no-one but criminals. Just build more prisons.





