Awaiting the locusts

It is no longer enough to go to work ready to minister to patients needs, brow mopping and whatever other stereotypes the media would have us do. No, work has now seemingly taken on an added dimension if the last two weeks are anything to go by.

As if one flood wasn’t enough we had a carbon copy flood a week later. Interspersed by a few power failures. Resulting in the temporary installation of a generator. What is it coming to? Not enough electricity, too much water.

So as the weekend draws to a close I have the beginnings of that Monday morning feeling, but to the power of 10. The bets are on as to whether it will be swarms of locusts, hurricanes or snow storms that hit us this week.

Siege mentality is wearing thin, replaced instead by weary resignation. Still I am going prepared, with an extra pair of socks and a torch.