And The Band Played On...

I have somehow acquired another follower; which serves to remind me how remiss I have been of late. Well, if you'll keep the faith, I have no excuse.

I undertake to get of my arse, and keep my end of the bargain again.

Starting tonight; promise...

(And, yes, I've back-dated it; I'm cheating, for reasons I will explain. It's sort of my version of the Kobyashi Maru)

The Scientist

I'm back to struggling to find stuff to write again. I have been tagged by my Angel of the North in a meme - a word the origin of which I still don't understand - and I promise I'll get to it; I just haven't had time to compose yet. Actually, ironically, it's one I've already answered... so I'll have to try and find different answers...

Back on days today, then off for a while. Feels like I need it. Weekend nights passed in a blur. A few oddments. A young guy pitched up with a 12 hour history of right sided weakness. 12 hours.
I mean come on... I can understand waiting a few hours to see if your cough gets better - but when half your body stops working... I would generally advocate seeking urgent medical attention.

This weekends theme seemed to be waiting for shift change to present in extremis. So several hours of inertia would be punctured at half seven by the arrival of one, or more, sickies.

Of these, the most hair raising was a three week old baby. More later, I guess...