I was really rather amused at janh’s post on New Year’s resolutions or more likely in her case revolutions!
Not that I could be bothered with such self improving claptrap for a moment, far too dissolute, disinterested and indolent to even consider a list.
However, by sheer chance, I have managed to rather trap myself into something I have been vaguely considering for six months or so. Believe it or not, I rather miss the dying, after 8 years of extensive practise I miss the conversation of those past caring about the impression they make on others, so had tiptoed around the thoughts of volunteering at a hospice.
This country deals with dying in a quite hideous manner, as if it is a disease that can be staved off by hope, bright cheery fake voices and a total refusal to face realities of non existence with a huge indegestible dollop of christianity to gag the most enthusiastic!
Anyway, it went thus, I happened to be in the library last week and there on the noticeboard was a request and course for volunteers at the newly built hospice ( the only one in the county). I rang them up and explained I didn’t ‘do’ faith, children or women, but crusty males were just fine, I got a laugh.
“All the ones no one else can cope with eh?”
Oh God, hoist on my own petard, I start a course at the end of the month. Nothing like seeing the poor old sods off fast is there? Some of my more laconic observations should send them on their way with an unexpected laugh or a heartfelt desire for ‘the off’. I shall be quite back in harness.
I do hope I am not spoiling my record of a lifetime of non event New Year revolutions. No, and you can’t have pictures!