Yesterday was my brother and his wife’s 16th wedding anniversary. Sadly there were no celebrations, he and his children had spent the night before with us and the marriage is on extremely shaky grounds. Listening to our nearest and dearest pouring out their hearts about such things is difficult and seeing the effect on children is pretty heart wrenching. For them there has been years of arguments, of failing to listen to each other, above all there seems to be a lack of respect. Being in a relationship is tough, it takes work, it takes flexibility and understanding. The trouble is people often don’t realise what they have lost until it is pretty much too late. I really hope they can sort themselves out – for their own sakes and for the sake of the children, but right now the jury is out.

I have been thinking over my non posting weeks about this blog and why it has often been difficult to write even though I am often not short of ideas. I have come to the decision that it is the title of the blog that is wrong. I still work in the NHS, I still believe in the principle of the NHS, but actually my attitude to work has changed. I think I am going to need to change the title and focus of this blog, because work is not something that I want to write about all that much (though sometimes I might). Some changes are afoot – watch this space. Good news though is that I am back to blogging even if I am apparently unworthy due to my carbon footprint (see comment in my previous post). Personally I think that after the year I have had (fighting for the right salary, turned down for two jobs, mum too unwell to come away with me to mention a few things) I am not about to apologise for drinking bacardi in a hot tub that I didn’t heat and that will be heated if I sit in it or not; so there.