I have just finished - 11pm - a very very busy shift on the Ward. When it's busy it means a number, or one particular patient has been distressed. But that's not the reason I'm posting - sharing this - it's something else, something so inconsequential to everyone reading this, that you'll think " Spotty has lost it ".
Anyway, when I got back my wife was in bed but she had made a fish pie. It wasn't a normal fish pie, it was magnificent, something I often say to my wife, as one of her " prisoners last meal " meals - magnificent. It then got me thinking of 33 years of marriage to my wife and I thought of that wonderful time the day I visited her, 24 hours after I had watched her for the best part of the previous day pushing my first born son into the World. She was sat on the edge of the bed, holding my son and she was the vision of loveliness, she was glowing, she smelled lovely too, and on that day I felt immense pride and love for my wife.
What am I trying to say here, I'm not quite sure, but I have this fantastic feeling, I feel happy and lucky to have this beautifull, caring great mum to my kids as my wife. It probably makes me sound soppy but in the space of 12 hours I've experienced seeing people in complete dispair to reflecting - triggered by the eating of a simple fish pie - on how lucky I am, working in the most rewarding job in the World and having spent 33 years with this wonderfull human being.
I shall sleep well tonight. Goodnight all.