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It's about time enormous road taxes were levied on bloody caravans.

(well, you mentioned them!!)
 
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I want to tax cyclists, too - if I whack your 'vans with huge taxes, can I tax bikes? The buggers want to use the roads, have racks and special lanes made for them - let them contribute a few quid every year, and also have to undergo roadworthiness tests. Oh, yes, and pass the Highway Code, too - the number I see here ducking through on an amber light is nothing short of dumb. When they do get hit by a car, they're all for playing the poor little victim of brutal traffic. Nobody seems to give them a damn good kicking for going through on reds.
 
With you there, Krizon.

Today I (and the rest of the female staff here) are liking the new doctor on the Orthopaedic ward.

Tall, dark, handsome and a sweet guy too. Actually made me a coffee!!!:<3:
 
In that case, you just know he's going to be gay! All those attributes and caring, too? If he's hetero I'll eat my boots!
 
Which segues into the availability sheet we raceday staff were given at Lingfield today, to see which meetings we can or can't work from January through March. The first line reads: PREFERRED POSITION:__________________

I've replied that that's a bit personal.
 
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Painting a room and seeing it change from being dull, grubby looking to fresh and clean.

Undergoing a major kitchen remodelling at the moment and am chuffed to bits with how my vision has turned out - have had walls removed, steels in, window/doors moved, porch built on - kitchen now twice its original size and have found the same freestandng units on ebay, collected one lot and getting the others on Sunday, so all done on real strict budget and graft. Still got builder's crap in house and dust/dirt /big clean up to do but it's getting there... :rolleyes:
 
EC1 said:
aye - give him a month and he will have the clothes off 80% of em
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More likely the other way round from what I could hear from the nurses yesterday. :lol:

Don't think he's gay, Kri, just well-trained (our consultants insist on their junior doctors treating the rest of their staff with respect and consideration).
 
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Painting a room and seeing it change from being dull, grubby looking to fresh and clean.

Undergoing a major kitchen remodelling at the moment and am chuffed to bits with how my vision has turned out - have had walls removed, steels in, window/doors moved, porch built on - kitchen now twice its original size and have found the same freestandng units on ebay, collected one lot and getting the others on Sunday, so all done on real strict budget and graft. Still got builder's crap in house and dust/dirt /big clean up to do but it's getting there... :rolleyes:
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That is so satisfying.

Taking a nice, warm, scented bath after all the cleaning and rearranging has been done is even more enjoyable. :)
 
And Songsheet's got just the bathroom - and monster bath - for all of that! It sounds terrific, Songy. Just need a tape-cutting party to launch the all-new Poleshill Hacienda!
 
redhead said:
More likely the other way round from what I could hear from the nurses yesterday. :lol:

Don't think he's gay, Kri, just well-trained (our consultants insist on their junior doctors treating the rest of their staff with respect and consideration).
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Your colleagues sound as easy as falling off a log.

Get Gearoid round to your next work night out. He needs cheering up.
 
While I appreciate you trying to help out with my happiness I must remind you I have done the whole nurse thing. I refer you to the IS IT LOVE OR LUST thread from 2003. She was a schoolgirl than a trainee nurse and now a full time. Althouh we broke up I am very loyal and could never get excited by another nurse. On the other hand I might give the doctor a go. They say it only hurts the first time.
 
I wouldn't worry about mere details like that, Gears - after all, he'll have all the necessary, ah, applications to hand. I'd just be a weeny bit concerned that you'd find your true love at last, only to have it dashed from you when he gave it all up to minister to the poor in Tibet.
 
I love a quiet Friday afternoon where nothing urgent needs doing, presenting, or analysing. Out to the boat for a swift one then home to catch Dundalk.

Rare but golden.
 
krizon said:
I'd just be a weeny bit concerned that you'd find your true love at last, only to have it dashed from you when he gave it all up to minister to the poor in Tibet.
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Well as the song (the name of which escapes me) goes everybodys got to hurt sometime.
 
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Your colleagues sound as easy as falling off a log.

Get Gearoid round to your next work night out. He needs cheering up.
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Nah - just desperate!

Gearoid - you are very welcome to join us all at at Swindon dogtrack when I get around to organising it. All the secretaries and clinic staff with a few clinic nurses chucked in. You'd be the only fella there.

Come to think of it, that's more likely to terrify you than cheer you up. :D

(Of course, I could always invite the young doctor:whistle:)

PS - I am not a nurse.
 
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Typical isn't it? The one time I am all prepared with treats and there's not a brat in sight!

What a shame, I shall just have to take them to work and enjoy with my colleagues over a coffee. :D
 
I did it about three years ago - turned out to be a case concerning the head of a school for 'difficult' boys who'd sexually molested three of them. But the interesting thing was it was all done in the 1970s. It would have remained there if one of the chaps, incapable of forming long-term heterosexual relationships and deeply depressed by the failure of his last attempt, hadn't gone to his doctor to ask for pills to buck him up. When given the usual grilling by his quack, he finally revealed - for the first time since the abuse began - that he'd been depressed ever since the 'master' had regularly attacked him, when he'd been sent to the school only because his father had left home, and his mother 'couldn't cope'.

Fortunately, we found the head guilty on 12 of 13 charges, and downnnn he went. The chap with the poor relationship record told the judge he was now engaged to be married, and was feeling a lot more positive about his life. We sent up a note to the judge, which he read out to the man, saying we all wished him a very happy new life and marriage.

Poor guys - one had truly been 'groomed', one had had only one fairly minor incident happen to him, but he actually burst into tears when recounting it (again, had been unable to discuss the 'shame' with anyone), and the one who was getting married had suffered a lifetime of depressive episodes until the clearing-house of the trial.

I think we all felt that we'd perhaps helped all three to really put some bad memories to rest and that they could face the rest of their lives feeling justice had been done for them at last.
 
I used to go with a nurse...

told me good story about a sponge bath she gave some smelly old bloke...he had the inevtiable reaction (she was tasty) when certain areas were ...sponged

instead of being apologetic he just said

"what do you think of that darling?"

Not a great job is it really

Also had to deal with a bloke who had a carrot up his...

Said he fell over in the allotment....
 
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