There has now been some news: saly is still in the Queen Elizabeth Hospital, Woolwich, so hasn't yet progressed to rehab nearer home. After an encouraging report from last week, this week she seems to be less well and there is no immediate news of her being able to leave. That's all I know.
Get well soon!
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Originally posted by french frank View PostThere has now been some news: saly is still in the Queen Elizabeth Hospital, Woolwich, so hasn't yet progressed to rehab nearer home. After an encouraging report from last week, this week she seems to be less well and there is no immediate news of her being able to leave. That's all I know.Don’t cry for me
I go where music was born
J S Bach 1685-1750
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Originally posted by french frank View PostThere has now been some news: saly is still in the Queen Elizabeth Hospital, Woolwich, so hasn't yet progressed to rehab nearer home. After an encouraging report from last week, this week she seems to be less well and there is no immediate news of her being able to leave. That's all I know.
gamba
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Dear salymap
Christmas seems like a distant dream now and the evenings are getting very slightly lighter. As it is so mild, the primroses in my garden are beginning to flower. I hope you can see some trees and flowers from where you are. And I do hope you have the radio by your bedside.
Do think of us, as we are thinking of you here.
Best wishes
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amateur51
Hello salymap! All is well here & I hope with you too. It was still light at 4.30 pm the other day which was a lovely surprise - Spring can't be far away! I hope that your back is behaving itself. Get back soonest, standards are slipping - we haven't had a new list thread in weeks
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Hello again, Saly,
I seem to remember a reference to your hospital as being in Woolwich. as with Footscray, places known to both of us. My connection with Woolwich was the Polytechnic, they're everywhere these days, only they call them Universities. After expulsion from Shooter's Hill Secondary I became a pupil of Woolwich Polytechnic. On my way one very wet morning front wheel of my bike went into a tram line. Broke my wrist.
Returned after several days wearing a ' sling ' - very useful, could switch it from one arm to other & avoid horrible lesson known as ' machine drawing.' Teachers ultimately had some difference of opinion as to which arm I had broken as I had to change it around a bit. They were even foolish enough to place bets !
Ultimately, a letter from one in high authority. My presence was no longer required.
I expect the hospital is much nicer than the Poly ever was !!
Bye for now, love, gambaLast edited by gamba; 24-01-14, 16:47.
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marthe
Dear saly, I see the mention of longer days and promises of spring, though longer days are still frigid over here...alas no primroses blooming in our garden which is covered with snow. Thinking of you and hoping that you are on the mend.
All the best,
marthe
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Anna
Dear Saly, I have no primroses in my garden, just some daisies but Spring is definitely lurking around the corner.ready to surprise us all (we hope) I couldn’t find a primrose poem but perhaps you might like this short poem by John Clare.
Where slanting banks are always with the sun
The daisy is in blossom even now
And where warm patches by the hedges run
The cottager when coming home from plough
Brings home a cowslip root in flower to set;
Thus ere the Christmas goes the spring is met
Setting up little tents about the fields
In sheltered spots – primroses when they get
Behind the wood’s old roots where ivy shields
Their crimpled curdled leaves will shine and hide
As ever we all send our very best wishes for your continued recovery. Anna xx
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Salymap
You might enjoy this: I'm on the cttee of the local county youth Orchestra. The wind section have just got a new cor anglais player - huge thrill as young ones are hard to come by. I say 'new' but even we didn't realise quite how 'new'. She#s a VG bassoonist, by the way. Anyway, she couldn't get a note out of the thing. The tutor i/c puzzled a bit, was very patient, other players helped, and tutor then took the girl's cor anglais and looked at it for a bit. She tried to smile:
'Erm, Olivia, love, [not her real name] you've....erm, you've put the reed in upside down.'
See what I mean about new player????
Sleep tight. We're thinking of you.
ps: even up here in Ultima Thule and despite shovelling rain and fierce winds, we have SNOWDROPS!Last edited by DracoM; 25-01-14, 16:05.
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Yes do get well soon salymap you are very much missed by us all .
My garden is already replete with snowdrops and golden crocuses and lots of roses are in leafbud - a fuchsia that is normally just a bunch of sticks by now is still in flower too in this mild winter . The nights are drawing out properly at last and the mornings creeping slowly lighter - my two year old declared his pleasure this evening at 4 with " it's not dark ! "
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Hello Salymap. I may not have posted much recently, but I am thinking of you and hoping that you are, albeit slowly, getting better. The difficulty with illness and injury is that it's necessary to be very patient, which most of us aren't!
January can be a depressing month, but it is nearly over and then it will be spring! At the moment it actually isn't raining, which makes a change this year. Every day I go into the garden and look for snowdrops, primroses and celandines. None yet (I live further north than many people here), but the leaves are looking healthy, and I know that they will appear in due course. Daffodils and tulips are shooting up everywhere with the promise of beauty to come.
You know I am a devotee of Benjamin Britten, though I know you are more fond of RVW. I have a letter from Britten (not to me, alas - I bought it) with a line of music from his Spring Symphony. He closes the letter with 'Let us hope our spring will soon be here!' Well, I echo that, and I hope yours will.
EDIT: I was wrong! I've just been into the garden and there are two primroses in flower. That's a good sign.
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Hi saly! Sorry to hear you're still not feeling right. I do hope you get better soon. As I'm so much further north, there are very few signs of approaching spring here, but we've had a very mild winter, and in a couple of months or so, Dundee will be a mass of yellow as the millions of daffodil bulbs planted by the council on every available bit of grass burst into bloom.
Burns Night tonight. I had my haggis yesterday evening at our church Burns supper, which I chaired. (Easier than making speeches!) When I was looking around for suitable things to say, I came across a Burns poem which I hadn't seen before. "How apt", I thought. "I'll read that when introducing the Rector's 'Immortal Memory'". When I arrived I found the Bishop was there too, but I read the poem anyway. Excommunication procedures probably start on Monday. Here's the poem:
Kirk and State Excisemen - Robert Burns
Ye men of wit and wealth, why all this sneering
'Gainst poor Excisemen? Give the cause a hearing:
What are your Landlord's rent-rolls? Taxing ledgers!
What Premiers? What ev'n Monarchs? Mighty Gaugers!
Nay, what are Priests? (those seeming godly wise-men,)
What are they, pray, but Spiritual Excisemen!
Gauger - a none-too-complimentary Scots term of the period for an exciseman, which Burns was for a time.
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