Nine Feet Underground

A day devoted to work, pretty much, with the odd non-work interlude. The morning was interrupted by a visit from the Community Matrons, just checking on E, her discharge letter, and the usual measurements. I did learn one thing which wasn't apparent to me from the discharge letter: apparently E's left lung has an area that the bottom that has fluid in it meaning that it doesn't take in as much oxygen as it could.  I was also reminded by the CM that there is a sepsis chart on the wall and that if I note any of the listed red flags I should just call 999.  I have to familiarise myself with it so I can gain confidence in making that call. In the evening I went out for a book club gathering to meet friends who'd moved to Denmark but were back for a couple of days rather than to discuss a book (just as well as I've finished neither of the last two, so far!) Several of us attended and it was good to catch up with everyone again having missed the last two meetings. Got bac...

A lot of people seem to go to gigs to hear the headline act, but nothing more (not to mention those who don't seem to go to hear the music at all?)  I'm  always keen to hear the support, especially if I've never heard of them as you never know what you'll find. And so I found myself at the front of the stage in SUB89 waiting for Tom Hickox to take to the stage. Never heard of him or heard anything by him, so looking forward to hear what he does. As the hour of 8pm arrived, he took to the stage and seated himself behind a large electric piano, joined by Sam Grimley on various guitars. From his opening number, I was struck by his voice - he really has presence on stage. For the first song or two I just thought, 'yeah, he sounds OK, but...', and wasn't really drawn in. A couple of songs had great stories behind them, and his spoken intros to 'The Lisbon Maru' and 'The Dubbing Artist' were intriguing.  The song that really land...