So much for that alternative vote business. What a resounding kicking that took, eh?
I remember being asked when I was about 11 what I wanted to do when I grew up.
The defining condition of nursing since I came into it more than 25 years ago has been this: nurses are held responsible for the care and wellbeing of patients but hold no responsibility for the politics, circumstances or organisation in which the care takes place
How many nurses does it take to change a light bulb? It would take one if there were any light bulbs - but there are no light bulbs, so forget about light bulbs and move on.
So, I’m wandering around the gym toying with the idea of doing some sit-ups, prodding the free weights and eyeing the computerised cross-trainer suspiciously when I notice some young people doing squat thrusts in the corner.
I like spring. I love the light and the slightly increased possibility that it may not be cold. Indeed as I’m writing this it is warm outside, the sky is blue and all the young people appear to have thrown away their socks and reached for the flip-flops.
I have a thing for Twirls. Not the activity - I’m not given to insisting people who happen to be in the same room as me look at my choice of trouser from all angles without having to walk around me.
OK, there are two rules to writing a column - well, there may be more but let’s assume I didn’t get the memo. First, don’t get personal; it’s tacky, spiteful and unnecessary. Second, as the author Bernice Rubens once said: “Always write in yesterday’s blood.”
I have promised myself that over the next 10 years I am going to learn some new skills. Car maintenance for one, as I need to be sure I will not confuse oil with screen wash.
I ‘m trying to get into my local supermarket but appear to be stuck behind a 4x4 Volvo the size of Belgium.