The toils over

hours in time carried away .... the image different in a week since the travels ... the countryside whipping by ... although I fell asleep in part on a journey less jostled since a March road trip on the first pangs of an injury that took a while to mend ...

The new interaction of the wider family and friends and colleagues. The family up North appreciating my part in the set up of a new home last Summer in being renovated and decorated to date. The little bits and bobs I knew would eventually be useful, have indeed become so by all manner of people besides those two. 

It is not always at the time your wisdom is appreciated ... it is when they live it themselves ... as I did with my own experiences ...

My own late mother in law I have more on par with in this line of experience travelling along in getting to know the loved one of my beloved daughter   .... already the in law jokes on a trip to the pantomime with the buddies adult group ... having to put up with the son in law! They will not hear the traditional hat conversations or the baby talk from myself. 

My daughter and I are not conventional at the best of times. The life we led was not traditional. The experience cementing our bond, not destroying it. 

Three counties

... lots of banter across the miles ...

In the first home making their mark ...

A sister buying two more handbags! A daughter making use of the traditional Bank Holiday decorating to hire scaffold for the stairwell to get up high. For me a sedate time ... only been settling in for a week hitting the ground running. A time recent in the coastal brisk air to recuperate, this time too from a injury to the midriff area ... it was the tonic needed. The logic of the deep persistence cough causing the injury and not gall stones or fatty liver that is in the region too of that excruciating time... 

The tireless gumption

to tick myself off for getting maudlin. A lot has transpired. A lot has not. I have been in a town busy with holiday makers. The prices steeper in season and than up this way. An old primary school playing field now a field of brown. The foundations laid for the homes being built on it ... 

Another area once frequented has now been demolished. An empty space for now. The town was heaving with bikes of all kinds, as it is these days. The many greetings and conversations with the influx of people in a town bustling with those pleased with the cash tills ringing. And those who bemoan the bikes, the price increases. And the parking. 

The bluebell wood walks. The hills climbed. The primroses in abundance. The cows, horses, professional photographers, hikers and bikers, local or not. The off beat tracks and the Royal Cornwall show ground with campers and barking dogs. The walks among the dead of those well known in the various church yards ... 

The  sprinkling of time over another Easter in civilisation, the wind whipping through hair locks now cut short. The weather good and sunny in most part ... A time that healed another injury to self. 

A time anew through the hamlet's again on the diversion routes inward bound to Bodmin. I was afforded the magnicent views, from the vantage point and high up in a coach too. A new view of a town from high up the valley. A new superstore visited. The first time we had a celebration meal in the front room at home in seasons ... 

The route back home noticing more of these familiar routes each time past. The pit stops. The service stations. The flag atop Windsor castle. The diversion routes around London Heathrow. The flight tower. The rows of aeroplanes. And the familiar sight of the runways. 

The SW3 area I knew. The Chelsea pensioners. Earl's Court ... The Thames ... on the final part of the journey as we left London Victoria the top of the Houses of Parliament and the millennium wheel were visible in eyeline sight from the position where I sat  ... 

And a new brief encounter with a companion on this busy train home, hitting the rush hour for we arrived an half hour late into the capital city with congestion on the Motorways ... and into London ... 

The try to see

how all is meant to be ... the long drawn out process that started two years ago now finally at the last hurdle. The mischief I did some weeks now settling down somewhat ... thankfully for each extra day recuperation before I commence in an environment I selected with care. 

The part of me from that time I witnessed much. It is impossible to help everyone. If one dry mouth infection, or a bed awaiting in the unit overflows, or someone distressed, or moaning about what bothers them, or acts oddly to others or no-one to be there for them, is eliminated, one only hopes to assist to ease the situation for everyone involved in the teams.

The acquainteance with the very varied unit where many of us who do this fill the gaps and support in a role that will require inniative and reporting to, A lot of gumption all round. The dress code, infection control and being where required.

The placement offered with the knowledge that behind the scenes initially and discussions on from then the tasks offered. What I will do or not now in progression ... 

Conflicts, Confusion

and colour bright for now. The vibrancy a contrast to life echoes from time that has moved. The solutions to the quandaries still lingering ... 

For now, time reflections in many discussions in the best way forward from here ... One Monday bounce along on a suspension footbridge ... a pick up, chat up line done in jest, though near to the bone ... in thinking one was going to jump, when one stopped to take photos in the wind. The thought in holding a device sturdy, while the wind whipped .... 

The bounce in the whip .... and a flirt in skirt of issues nearer than one sees ... The definitive in the fact the tide was out, all in the banter of an excuse to chat! 

the steps anew, after the few ...

..in the springtime flourish, many walks anew ... 

I think these

people were sick of cleaning and maintaining too! 

Looking at all forms of accommodation!!! This would be acceptable to live in when you transfer it to some social housing and the assholes who let it happen ... in the social care system that fails so many! 

Push through

another day ... the tiresome. One hears one tell of their irritants. With part of my life I understand... The other part I can't disclose for no one generally shares unless the other side of the fence. Though generally from a text book and measures than a actual experience in part. 

The technicalities

in finding oneself. A mixed day. It is hard to keep a routine while the echoes of muddles about ....

in the archives ...

the family tree and magic moments ecxchanged anew and past... across the miles. The logic in getting ready to cross counties to be with the usual clan .. a season in change since Christmas of spending time with both maternal and paternal cousins in their homes. The partners of the cousins children. The friends of a Godmother and a couple at a Diamond do ... a seas of many familiar  faces ... 

I sat between a brother in law of a Uncle and the neighbours of my relatives from their last home, on a maternal Diamond occasion. My sister and another cousin we see a lot (once again for me) across the table .... the exact table layout of a photo that surfaced in the exchange of photos this week of another special, special do ... My paternal Grandparents Golden Wedding Celebration ... ! 

Transcending from

the abyss into a form of bliss. Though a rampant rage in the quell when dealing with some housekeeping in my electronic trail ... The swift skirt around what angers so. The many names in meetings of or across the air waves from post mortems, Coroners, church, to the support to the work I do online. The defunct, deletes, archive and put out of sight again for the next bout of ...where do I go from here ?