The Hospital Bed

The hospital bed

Hello my old friend

I was hoping I wouldn’t

See you again

The nurses are great

They work so hard

Those in power don’t notice

Until they’ve raised a placard

Someone mentioned patients

Can no longer get flowers

Days and nights merge as one

I count down the hours

I lay here hoping…

Waiting for the doctor to say

“You’re finally well enough

To be on your way.”



Founded in 1132

This mighty Abbey stands

Although missing some features

It still looks pretty grand

Aelred had been a steward

In David the firsts Scottish household

But at Rievaulx he rose to become Abbot

And died at 57 years old

Work continued under Abbot Silvanus,

With an extension of the abbey church at this time

Providing a magnificent setting

For the now, Saint Aelred’s shrine

Severe financial problems followed,

and a cash crisis caused a resignation.

In 1538 Rievaulx Abbey was shut

During Henry VIIIs religious reformation

Post originally written as part of Cees Black and white challenge (CBWC) – Arches.

Happy Valentine’s Day

I could be soppy and dedicate today to my husband, whom I love with all my heart, but, if I’m honest today means very little to us in terms of romance. That being said, I would still like to mark this day as a day of love, whether that is for family, friends or colleagues. If you have love in your life, cherish it.

Family is like a loving hug

That never ends, no matter what

It’s there to comfort us

In moments of joy or sorrow

It’s there to offer support

In moments of success and failure

It’s there to share the laughter

And wipe away the tears

It’s there to pick us up

When life has knocked us down

It’s there to remind us

We’re never alone

It’s there to cheer us on

In times of need and strife

It’s there to keep us strong

And give us courage for life

With Love

She wrote…

“Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak.”

– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

She Wrote

A woman sat in her study, her quill in hand

Penning down the stories of a life so grand

The ups and downs of life she did write

Painting a picture that gave insight

She wrote of the laughter and joys of life

The laughter that filled her heart with delight

She wrote of the struggles and heartache too

And the courage to keep pushing through

She wrote of the sorrows and the losses felt

The moments of despair, that had her heart melt

But she also wrote of the love that she found

The moments of bliss, when the stars did abound

She wrote of the hope and strength that grew

The inner courage that was so true

The woman penned her stories with grace

A gift that no one could ever replace

Dalle – Art Nouveau painting of a woman writing.

Originally written in response to Marsha’s Writers Quote prompt, which can be found here. Not the direction I originally thought I was going to go with the prompt and quote but sometimes you’ve just got to go with it. 🙂

Take Care.


Belly Laughs

This week for Writer’s Quote #3 Marsha has given us Belly Laughs…

The new year had arrived and he’d proclaimed

That it was time for a lifestyle change

He didn’t want anything experimental

So he found a class, one that’s gentle

When he entered he was quite pleased

When they said they’d take things gently

They started with some gentle stretches

But then they laughed, those awful wretches!

He’d bent himself into each shape

But each time he did some wind escaped

It announced itself into the room

Often with a mighty boom!

He tried to ignore it and carry on

But each seemed louder than the last one

Supposedly yoga’s meant to be relaxing

In the end, he found it mighty taxing!

A day without laughter is a day wasted

Sorry about this Marsha, but hopefully it might give you a belly laugh or two! Unfortunately, my type of humour is quite juvenile. bodily functions are easily humourous. One of my closest friends is a nurse and she regularly has me laughing until my stomach aches and it’s usually bodily function related!

I love a wicked sense of humour; dark, witty, tongue-in-cheek are all far funnier to me than slapstick style comedy. I work with a brilliant group of lads (and I say that because they are all geninely male) and they forever take the mickey equally out of themselves and each other, they so often have me giggling or blushing! I particularly like a pun or a limerick something with a bit of cleverness to it. Panto Dame songs, also a huge fan, especially those when your head fills in the last word of a rhyme (no idea what they are called but they always have me in stitches)!

What’s your favourite style of comedy?

Laughter is the best medicine


Solo #JusJoJan

Welcome to the daily prompt for LindaGHill’s JusJoJan! Today is your third prompt for Just Jot it January 2023, and it’s brought to you by Dar. Thank you, Dar! Please be sure to visit Dar’s blog to read her post and say hello. And follow her while you’re there, if you’re not already.

Your prompt for JusJoJan January 3rd 2023, is “solo.” Use the word “solo” any way you’d like. Have fun!


When you just need Solo time,

Time to process what’s on your mind

Or take the time to stop and read

A mindful moment is what you need

Taking care of your mental health

Can be more important than gaining wealth

Time to think burden-free

Time to stop and…just…be.

The night before…

The skeletons rattled,

their fingers began to tap

Eager to be released

From their coffin trapped

The ghosts began to wail

Their voices growing loud

The mummies began to mumble

From deep within their shroud

The wolves began to howl

It could give you quite a fright

Because it’s only 24 hours

Until Halloween night

Ding, dong, the witch is…alive?¿

Hope you are all having fun this spooky season? We’ve had another weekend full of spooky shenanigans, even a swimming lesson with some inflatable pumpkins. 🎃

How things have changed since my youth of a bin bag with holes for a costume! 😂


The ghosts and ghouls and goblins

Have been and had their play

It’s time for me to tidy up

Ready for another day

As I close the door behind them

And wish them all goodnight

Something creeps up behind me

And gives me an awful fright


Spent the day getting our home clean

As we’re having a party for Halloween


We’ve grown our pumpkins on our plot

For the little ones to pick their lot


We’ve got reapers, witches and the odd ghost

Ready to play the perfect hosts


Tables filled with all things sweet

Waiting for those who trick or treat


Hope you have the perfect day

And a little fun spookiness comes your way


Sometimes life gets busy

You just don’t find the time

To do all the things

That you had in mind

Making all the deadlines

Or making ends meet

Coming home from a day’s work

Feeling dead on your feet

But lighter loads do happen

Life will give you a break

Usually just as you think

There’s no more you can take

A problem shared is a problem halved

Or so the saying goes

So lean on those you hold close

You’re doing better than you know

A river cuts through rock, not because of its power, but because of its persistence. – James N. Watkins