we'd let two young lads through our 4ball - they were playing a match and right up behind us. But they were excruciatingly slow playing through and clearing the green. As we approach the green they hadn't tee'd off on the next and as we putted they dawdled and faffed about so much that I decided to have a gentle word as our group walked to the tee and they walked off it. As we walked to the tee we passed through a line of mature trees - as I did my gentle encouragement I failed to notice a low hanging great big branch and in mid-sentence whack - my head bounced very painfully off it and knocked me back. My PPs burst into hysterics - but to be fair to the lads they managed to suppress their hilarity and thoughts (though I knew what they'd be thinking) - just smiled and went their way - a bit faster I have to say.
About twenty years ago when brass was tight. Tash works in the medical centre, worked Friday's as a first aid examiner for cash in hand and when I finished on a days at 2 pm, went to Kings Mill hospital as a care assistant from 5 til nine or ten pm.
Missis T worked part time as a nurse, in a nursing home on Sunday's and did two days a week examining for VWF vibration white finger.
Anyway one evening I was working at the hospital and was doing the evening rounds with the drinks and rich tea biscuits etc. Usually at shift hand over you get the lowdown on patients and everything is in abbreviation, eg. NBM-nil by mouth. NFR- not for resuscitation etc etc. Anyway whilst walking round with the tea trolley I gets to this bay with about eight patients in it and one of the beds has the screen around it. I walked into the bay and says in a cheery voice" heyup Mavis me duck fancy an horlicks" her tearful daughter says " she is not bothered thanks", " what about an ovaltine and a rich tea then mavis". Husband says " no she does not want a drink this evening thank you". " what about you two, I could sneak you a coffee a piece if you wish"." No thank you " they insisted. "See you tomorrow afternoon Mavis me duck" I said as I left the bay.
I went into the next bay of eight beds, got to the third patient and something was sort of niggling me. I went to a nurse and asked her to check on Mavis as she was a bit white and her eyes were closed with her mouth open. Nursey collared me about five minutes later and told me that Mavis had taken her last breath about one minute before I asked if she wanted a Horlicks. I felt a right twazzock.
I used to do a stint on local hospital radio
One day had a request for anything rocky for this chap, so played Blue Oyster Cult, Don't fear the reaper, one of my faves.
Unfortunately the chap had departed this life the day before and it was considered such bad taste anyway to play that track that it was suggested that I vacate my voluntary position.