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  Happy Mother's Day.  The Husband and I went to visit The Parents taking a card, cake and chocolates.  The Brother was also present, what a laugh we had reminiscing about our childhoods.
  I listened to Digging Up Mother written and narrated by Doug Stanhope.  What a memoir, what a life, what a mother.  Over and above the hilariously funny and the roller-coaster of debauchery, it's poignant and sweet, it's all about the love.  The audiobook has extra content too, with added conversations about the book by Doug and his friends and loved ones interspersed throughout.  It's extraordinary.
    The top 2 influential women in britain...Nicola Sturgeon and Mhairi Black.  How fortunate for Scotland that they're both of independent mind.  That poll backfired on Sky News big time.
    Movie Watch (no spoilers).  The Husband and I watched Wind River.  It's good, I like the lead actors.  It was just a little too simple to suss out the criminals, and a big bit mumbley difficult to make out the spoken word all the time.
    The Husband and I watched Bad Day For The Cut.  Dark humour set in Ireland, good.



  The Beast From The East came in strong here on Wednesday while I was doing a 13hr shift on the ward.  Friend and colleague D (driving) and I got to work that morning on slightly difficult snowy slidey roads, as the day progressed it started teaming it down.  Nurses were phoning in reporting absent from the night shift, couldn't possibly get to work because of snow.  It was looking like me and the girls would be staying overnight AND working the night shift straight after our already seriously long tiring 13hr shift, then working another shift the next day.  The pressure was on, I wanted to go home, I wanted to get my nurses home, enough is enough, most of us had just worked x2 13hr shifts and were due our time off.  Management were struggling.  I devised a plan.  The Husband was offering to perform driving duties in the Wrangler Jeep and winter tyres.  I convinced enough nurses to come in to work the night shift on the grounds that The Husband would pick them up from their homes and bring them to the ward.  Big shout out to the bank nurses, I persuaded one of our own nurses (the crucial trained nurse) and 4 bank nurses, bank nurses are doing this of their own free will.  Yes they have to work to be paid but they can pick and choose when they work with little come-back if they mess us about.  So I had night nurses telling me they couldn't possibly get to work then the day nurses managed to drive themselves home.  It's all about the motivation.  Next morning I enjoy a long lie in on a day off and wake to find the drive empty.  The Husband is away in the Nurse Express taking 5 day nurses to work and the same 5 night staff home again.  The story's going down well on The Twitter.  Currently heading towards 1000 likes.
    There's a naturally-occurring Zombie snowman just standing there in my garden, staring, ominously scary.
    It's always important to feed and fresh water the garden birds but in these severe weather conditions all the more important.  I ploughed my way over to the birdbath and seed feeding dishes to make sure mine stand a good chance of surviving.
    Just days before The Beast From The East arrived on a stunningly fine day The Husband and I went to Ayrshire.  First to the Electric Brae, the lovely childhood memories of The Dad treating us kids to the optical illusion experience are strong.  Then on to visit the ruins of Dunure Castle, the ancient seat of the Kennedys of Carrick.  Mary Queen of Scots was here, I adore doing a MQoS visited place.  The 4th Earl of Cassillis, Gilbert Kennedy, entertained Mary from the 4th - 7th August 1563.  The ruins overlook Ayr Bay in the Firth of Clyde, the original castle was built before the 13th century.  Dunure Harbour is seriously attractive too.
    Movie Watch (no spoilers).  The Husband and I watched Logan Lucky.  Entertaining, I spent ages thinking Daniel Graig was Eminem and thinking Eminem's a good actor, I am embarrassed about that.



  I have my own personal Bosch drill, and I got it out, it was THAT serious.  To explain the second picture below, the kettle just happened to be sitting there and remained undrilled.  My drilling was on polystone flowerpots.  I was looking for a stylish matching indoor pot/saucer ensemble that would be nearly as good as the two solid chrome metal matching pots and saucers I've had for years, but they don't seem to be available these days, I've searched extensively.  So I went for black polystone, they go together nicely.  However, when the polystone sets arrived the pots have no drainage holes.  I made wee surprised monkey faces and there’s holes in the pots now.  Difficulty Rating 0.01 out of 10.  The Hay Polystone Flowerpots available from Skandium.
    Due to the familial cancer gene thingy (thanks Mum) I have a Colonoscopy every 2 years provided by the Scottish NHS.  For the same cancer-monitoring-prevention reason I had the Total Hysterectomy and Bilateral Salpingo, so I feel a bit more confident that I won't die from the particular cancers involved.  This is my 5th Colonoscopy, I'm becoming a bit of an expert.  This time round the NHS asked me if I'd be ok with having the Colonoscopy in a private hospital.  I understand the issues involved and agree, it means I can have it sooner.  Make no mistake, the NHS is paying for this, this is not me approving of the private healthcare business.
    One difference this time round, I'm given an evening appointment.  I've got the morning appointment fasting/bowel-prep procedure down to a fine art so this throws me slightly.  Having now tried it, I found this the easiest bowel-prep, timing-wise.  Morning appointment Moviprep-taking begins the day before, this time the only thing I have to consider for the previous day is the low-fiber diet, so I ate one meal on Sunday, white bread toast and scrambled eggs at 6pm.  On previous occasions I've actually worked a 13hr shift while fasting and starting the Moviprep, but I came to the realisation that no-one should feel obliged to commence bowel-prep while working, it's exhausting.  See all these common side effects...I've had them every time...stomach cramps, abdominal pain, general malaise, nausea, indigestion, thirst, shivering, dizziness and headache.  For this evening appointment I can spend the worst of the prep-time in bed and sleep through at least some of it.
    I went to bed at 7.30pm so I wouldn't even think about being hungry.  I had a broken sleep, having went to bed so early I didn't expect to sleep for 12hrs straight, and I didn't, but when the alarm woke me at 6.30...snooze...then 6.45...snooze then 7am, I still felt tired.  I dragged myself out of bed and struggled through the first litre of disgusting-tasting Moviprep.  When taking Moviprep it doesn't take long before the swilling stomach and nausea kick in.  Anyways, I drank it all, taking short breaks to feed and water the garden birds and reading a bit of iScot magazine then went right back to bed.  It's not long before the first of the shitting starts, I'm out and in bed several times before the alarm wakes me again in time to start the 2nd litre at 10am.  I'm away back to bed as soon as possible, by the start of the 2nd litre the bloating, nausea and tiredness are strong.  In and out of bed to skoosh the yellow-water type feacal matter, by this time you're not really sure what's coming from the anus and what's urine and the toilet bowl is a solids-free zone and urine coloured.  For the next four hours, more sleep gained in between toilet visits.  I finally get up and showered at 2.15pm.  The yucky feeling persists for a while, and still no hunger pangs due to the nausea.   All things considered, this is the easiest so far, due to being able to spend most of it in bed.
    The result was an all clear, thank you Scottish NHS.  I have to pass comment on the arse-flap bloomers it was my horror to wear for the first time.  No way I'd be photographed in them so here they are (unused) modelled by The Husband.















  Cool Scots by Greg Moodie has arrived, signed to me from him, and it is in no way diminished by the fact that I instructed him on the wording he should put, "from one Cool Scot to another".  There is nothing wrong with proclaiming one's own coolness.  It's a beautifully made hardback book with glossy pages and proper stitched binding, colourful Moodie images and descriptions of the achievements of each of the 42 cool Scot depicted along with their Coolness Ratings.  Available at, Coolness rating: way too cool for anyone who doesn't have it on their bookshelf.
    A wee postman detail here, the usual Sunny D postman is a gem.  He will go out of his way to be helpful.  But sometimes there's this other postman guy and he'll go out of his way to do his job badly.  He delivers other people's mail to us often and leaves the gate open on his way out.  Perhaps it's a political issue for him, given that the house is obviously the house of a Scottish independence supporter, perhaps he's just an arse.  So, it was the arsey postman who delivered someone else's large package envelope to Starry Towers today.  I wouldn't have minded so much if it was for a neighbour, but this was for a woman at the other end of the village.  I was so tempted to bin it but I put that wrong idea from my head and took a walk.  Wearing an EU Saltire and SNP badges in case the recipient required to be reminded how kind a Scottish independence supporter is.  The receiving gentleman remarked on how good my actions were.



































  Major life event coming up.  Today I took the first official step and sent my retirement application form and request to benefit from the phased retirement procedure.
  The Husband was dying (a bacterial infection), and I recieve this text at work.  He cannae even text because he's chittering all over, typos galore.  Then he says I lack empathy.  It's just a wee rigor, also it's very difficult to impress a nurse.  To be fair I'd have been more impressed if he wasn't already on the anti-biotics, and I did show concern two days before when the other symptoms first started and advised him to phone 111.  I'm not a monster.
  When I was at work on that day I noticed this stain of unknown origin on my trouser leg.  It's not the substance it's made of that of any interest, it's the shape, like seeing jesus on a slice of toast.
  Movie Watch (no spoilers).  The Husband and I watched The Handmaiden.  Sumptuous.  I
  The Husband and I watched Il Gioiellino.  Every time I watch a movie telling of (based on actual events) financial scandal, I'm furious again. Only way the people of Scotland can be free from this is with a major progressive step forward and away from the system that permits the elite greedy pocket-lining, tax-dodging mates-network, their corruption-enabling laws, politicians, business-people and their banker pals.  Still love Toni Servillo.
  The Husband and I watched Graduation.  Romanian movie well worth watching for insight into the nature of humankind from a Romanian point of view.  Very good.































































  A Sparrowhawk came to the garden.  It's a good sign, I'm obviously a well attended bird restaurant, but I was torn between wanting to watch and photograph him while dreading him taking the life of one of my Sparrows or other wee birds.  The only bird who went near him was a Magpie, he didn't try it with the Magpie.  He's a beautiful bird but all the time he was in the garden he was on prospective-dinner-alert as you'd imagine he would be, every movement was him looking and reacting, three times he behaved like he was going for something tasty, quick eye movement and down he went.  I had to decide watch and photograph or get out there and scare him away, I decided nature should take it's course, but happily my regulars were wise and made themselves scarce.  From what I've been Googling, this Sparrowhawk is a good adult age, the orange of his irises tells his age, the broken iris tells he's had a traumatic injury at some point in his life.
  Every now and then (ok, twice in my life) I've remembered the fridge freezer condenser coils need cleaned.  I really must remember to do this more often, it's apparently important in a climate change way, all that dust on the coils increases the electricity usage.  I'm a Housework Hero, job done.  Listening to A A Gill's Pour Me A Life helped me find the humour in my task.
  Movie watch (no spoilers).  The Husband and I watched Runaway Train.  Obviously the '80s, sexist and no respect for health and safety.  Many faults, the '80s acting, just shout a lot.  What helicopter pilot would allow that?!  One guy at the train control office was flicking through a porn magazine at his '80s.  I have a story from the '80s where two male trained nurses ordered me (a young female student nurse) to perform a task which involved me bending up and down a lot, when I looked round to see what they were doing they were sitting with porn mags and their feet on the duty room desk smiling at me, creeps.













































  Of all the tragically wrong and stupid things from Trump so far surely really stable genius is the most ridiculous thing from a leader of any country in the world ever.  Surely we've reached peak Trump, please let it be over soon, it's scary having this idiot bigot racist sexist president.  I read Fire And Fury by Michael Wolff, extremely happy Mr Wolff wrote this book.
  Unison have sent me my annual refund cheque again, in lieu of the funds I don't want going to the Scottish branch of the Labour party.  Why they can't just not take the money in the first place is the mystery.
  Feeding the birds, especially at this time of year is an important, pleasurable and gratifying experience.  Here is my recipe for dried Mealworms.  Place dried Mealworms in a bowl, add boiled water, leave 30 mins, feed the birds.  Then try to patiently ignore The Husband's so called jokes re his wife's favourite breakfast cereal.
  Sent these RSPB birdsong cards to my parents just because I know they'll enjoy the surprise "I love you" message and hearing the birdsong when they open their cards, Dad got the Robin, Mum got the Blackbird.
  Movie Watch (no spoilers).  The Husband and I watched RAW.  French horror, it's ok, better just for being French.
  The Husband and I watched Patriot's Day.  Very...sing along with me...I'm proud to be an American, but it's actually quite good.
  The Husband and I watched Gorbaciof.  I'm a big Toni Servillo fan, but this is my least favourite so far.
  The Husband and I watched La Ragazza Del Lago.  A fine Toni Servillo movie of a Norwegian book, the tale transferred to Italy.  Good seeing Mr Servillo in this role, he's such a great actor.





  Since Xmas Day I've worked one day, the rest of the time it's Winter and I'm not leaving the house unless my life is at risk.  Even photies have been taken through very clean kitchen windows.
  Movie Watch (no spoilers).  The Husband and I watched Baby Driver.  More style than substance, glaringly obvious it's aiming for Tarantino status and failing kinda miserably.  The music's good and Baby is likeable.
  The Husband and I watched Let Us Prey.  Scottish movie, good horror stuff, but like all horror movies there are inexplicable decisions made.  My instructions to the good character at various for backup, phone an ambulance, 9th in the queue, really? how you going to explain that to head office? went unheard unsurprisingly.
  The Husband and I watched Life.  We picked it for the actors.  It looks nice, but it's seriously bad at science and at portraying scientists.  The plot basically ignores everything...rules, protocols and risks.  Me watching Life...that's not right, a scientist wouldn't do that, how do you know it experiences fear? don't do that, shit you done that, why would you do that? You'll have to blow up the ship now, oh, you're going to risk everything alive on Earth, because you're that important? blow up the ship for goodness sake.






























































  Happy Hogmanay and a Guid New Year all.  Lets hope it's a good one full of love, health and happiness, retirement for me and progress in Scotland achieving independence, that would do very nicely.
  We had The Boy and The Lovely Girlfriend over for New Year's steak pie dinner today.  Click on the above image for the full menu, no one made it to the Banoffee Pie stage (though I see late on this evening that someone has taken a slim slice of it from the fridge) and there was no Vanilla Ice Cream available when I was serving up the Sweet Platter, turns out The Husband had already eaten approximately 9/10ths of the tub throughout the Xmas to New Year week.  This problem solved itself when I remembered we had Ice Cream Shots.
  Movie Watch (no spoilers).  The Husband and I watched The Marker.  Gritty and very dark, not one for when you're feeling depressed about the human race.