WorthingPatchworkers
Many years ago when I was training there was a poem about pelvic floor exercises we gave to the ladies on the gynae ward. I can only remember the last lines.
Always remember, never forget
and when you get old you won't be wet.
Wish I could remember it all. Does anyone else know it?
What job would you do now, if you had the choice? (Light hearted)
Soops Kitchen, a place of refuge, reflection and revelry.
Will Labour backing rejoining be the “end” or the “making” of them??




