What lovely comments about my uniform predicament. I don't talk much about my job here, but let me explain a bit about what I do. I am a midwife, but I don't work catching babies much. I am the 'Parent Education Midwife' - which sounds very posh. I devise and run courses and sessions for women and their partners. There's more to it than that really, but this blog is about the rest of my life so that's enough here. Anyway. I have negotiated to carry on wearing my own clothes (and necklaces, and earrings and stripy tights and green shoes) when I teach. So the uniform is for when I work on the wards. Reprieve!
But now, I am in holiday mode. I have taken some annual leave to allow me to spend more time at home in the garden (sorely in need of attention) and the shed (a haven of creativity) and making food for my family who appreciate the meals rather than the defrosting.
On Sunday, Geoff and I went to the coast. Oh and Poppy too
it was low tide and the rock pools were as warm as bathwater
and as I was wearing my footless tights, paddling was obligatory
blue sky has been such a rarity here... it's raining again today, on and off ... but Sunday was heavenly. There are always interesting birds to see at the coast.
the greater horseshoe-breasted rusty-backed nofly bird. Only one of its kind in existence but easy to spot due to it being concreted to the wall.
Now then. I have been nominated for not one but two blog awards. I feel totally overwhelmed. Sue at Vintage to Victorian has nominated me for a Nice Matters Award. Is this because I am a nice Matter? (person who makes mats?) or (more likely) because Sue thinks I blog about Nice Things. I am really pleased to get this one because it is my aim to post about what I hope people will enjoy reading. I like lots of pictures too. Do you think my pictures are too big? I have them large so I don't have to squint (I usually write this without my glasses on) and as a very visual person I like other blogs that have a lot of pictures! (did you read this far Islay?)
And Emma from Sew Recycled has nominated me for a Blogger Reflection Award which is also lovely as she must think that I blog about things that people may want to muse over and think about for a bit (is this right?)
So I feel like I must walk up to the podium (wearing £3000's worth of designer dress) and accept these awards and thank my family for putting up with me when I am grumpy (frequently) and my colleagues when I moan about work (very often) and my parents without whom none of this would be possible (quite literally) and my dog (who is sitting downstairs patiently waiting for a walk) and everyone who has ever visited this blog and then called back again (you are precious to me!) and all my knitting friends (who accept my mad schemes - like doing the Moon Walk and knitting hats for drinks bottles, without telling me to get lost) and lastly, my poor husband, who has done a crash course in understanding the affects of the menopause on women in general and his wife in particular and is still here.
As the applause deafens me and I take my seat clutching these awards to my (ample) designer bosom, I feel a huge sense of gratitude and love to all the women (for I have never visited a blog written by a man) (OK Alan - except for yours) who enrich my life by sharing the crafts, thoughts, anecdotes, triumphs and disasters of their lives.
I won't nominate anyone, for to choose a few would be to select from the many many that I read and enjoy. And I won't paste the award buttons here, because I am pathetically inept and I don't know how to.
I am exhausted!
