Never underestimate the effectiveness of holding hands.
There is so much power and emotion involved in such a simple act weather it is between friends, lovers, a parent and a child, or in this case, a nurse holding a patients hand. I didn't know the nurse and I can't remember her name, but the love and reassurance I felt from that simple act of kindness are beyond my ineffective powers of description. It reminded me of holding my Dad's hand, as a little girl, on one of our rare trips to the London Underground. I was too small to see where we were going but I knew if I just kept holding my Dad's hand, no matter what, then everything would be al-right. That same reassurance came flooding back from the nurse. I had a lumber puncture on Tuesday, and unfortunately I'm still more or less flat on my back for most of the time. I'm sure these symptoms will pass soon, I'm just feeling a bit sorry for myself. Rosie my cat has been keeping me company.
Rosie my cat.
Many of my friends have been posting the view from their window so I thought I would join in. This is the view from the Kitchen window.
This is the view I have had for the past week from my bed.
But this is my favourite view from the girls bed room.
I'm afraid I don't have any sewing to show this week. Hopefully next week will be more productive.