Well, I am back in saddle. Did my chaplaincy round at the hospital, both floors were pretty busy. I went round one of them and ICU. I am glad to be able to walk without worrying that I might be damaging my foot further, but wore my clunky shoes for maximum support.
I tell you, American names are something else. It is confusing enough for me identifying patients, with men called Tracey and Lola, but when women in bed look just like men, it is a whole new curve ball.
Looking forward to my Retreat weekend. My cat sitter of choice, Jay, is going away that weekend, so had to go to plan B, my neighbour Dale across the road. I like Dale and am more than happy for her to be cat sitting Bubbles, but I can't stand her husband and think he feels I shouldn't be bothering them.
Bubbles herself relates to no other human than me, so her choice of cat sitter is irrelevant.
Has the Royal baby been born between my going to bed and you reading this? By the uncontrolled excitement of the Fox News commentator in London this morning, I thought it was practically on its way and Kate had reached the second stage of labour. I settled down to wait for it. She had informed us that the Duchess had left her parents' home in BURKshire. Now, there are plenty of places in the US I would mispronounce, I didn't know 'Tecumseh' when I first saw it, so I wouldn't blame an average American for mispronunciations, but wouldn't you think a professional commentator could get our home counties right.
And I roll my eyes when they start guessing names. I heard 'John' being bandied about this morning. I should be there commentating, I could be far more informative. We haven't had a King John since 1215, and since the youngest son of George V, named John, was an epileptic, and a severe embarrassment, it has been considered unlucky in the Royal Family. I believe Princess Diana wanted William to be called John after her father, and that didn't fly.
Well, I'll wrap these ramblings up, you've probably read all you want to.
No comments:
Post a Comment