Every day is precious

Well it's Monday and so far that means no pictures, there is a pattern developing here!! It was a happy Monday. Met a patient I met over a year ago at the Hospice, who recognised me straight away, it was nice. I think it was nice for her to, familiar face at a difficult time. The people I meet never fail to amaze me. Got home to discover water dripping through the roof in my front room, oh the joys. Made me think of my dad who was a clerk of works and would no exactly what to do. The day my dad died a piece of paper fell out his diary, which is shown in the picture. He kept a daily journal for years, don't have the strength to read them yet. The piece of paper reads,
Stone of life
"I am an adult and can deal with any situation
Life is not fair
Everything that happens comes and goes
Disappointments are tough but they need to be kept in perspective
Happiness can be found in many ways
It's the way you deal with things, not what happens that gives you peace of mind
Every day is precious."

So the roof will get fixed, simple.