Monday 27 May 2019

Tuesday morning.

Don't know about "Sleepless in Seattle" but definitely sleepless in Bromham - well at least for me!  It doesn't help that the midwife toads have started up again with their bleeping. They keep stopping and starting which makes it worse.

I've probably spent too much time on social media today, so no one to blame for my insomnia, but me.

Maybe a small glass of milk will help...

Saturday 18 May 2019

Menopause

There is much coverage on the BBC at the moment regarding the menopause. Twenty-five years ago I was going through mine. It was an awful time as I recall. My symptoms were really awful, especially at night.  I would get awful hot sweats, but the worst thing was the frightening heart palpitations. Even at 77,  I still get them occasionally, though not anywhere near as scary. I can usually control them with breathing exercises.

In the 1990s though, I really thought I had a heart problem and frequently complained to my GP. I had tests eg, wearing a 24 hr heart trace, but nothing abnormal showed up. The annoying thing is, I was never given any explanation for my symptoms, as to whether it was actually the menopause causing it. I got the impression that I should just go away and put up with it. I felt I was wasting their time. Many of my friends didn't seem to have the same symptoms as me and I felt very alone, with mine. I was never offered HRT as the doctor I saw at the time said it wasn't  "the be all and end all" cure!

Aa a result I spent many nights lying in bed, thinking I was going out of my mind.

It's great to know that times have changed for the women of today and that the menopause is discussed openly and more sympathetically.

Thursday 16 May 2019

LAMENT OF THE UNLOVED STARLING


LAMENT OF THE UNLOVED STARLING



I'm much maligned and quite upset
as no one wants me as their pet.
When I alight on your bird-feeder,
I hear you shout "Get off, you bleeder!"
No one thinks that I am pretty,
'cause I don't sing a tuneful ditty.
But I can mimic your ring-tone
and send you running for your phone.
I can impersonate almost any bird,
but you still treat me like a turd.
No one loves this poor old starling
though I only want to be your darling.
But you're happy when I eat your slugs
and rid your plot from nasty bugs.
So just think, before casting me aside,
that you may wound this starling's pride.
So welcome me to come and dine,
or I'll poop on your washing line!


Saturday 11 May 2019

Screwed

Plastic on the beaches,
Filthy, fetid seas
Pollution ridden air
Have brought us to our knees.
Forests disappearing, trees become diseased.
Rubbish dumped below us,
for our greed to be appeased.
Is it too late to make changes?
Can we restore and be renewed?
I don't think that it will happen.
In fact, I think we're screwed.