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By *igtel OP Man
over a year ago
Norwich |
Received a request to write by friends on the sister site, thought we would see if anyone here likes it.
It had been a good few days break, fishing with Dave, It might not sound very exciting to some, particularly the overnight sessions, but throw in a Bivvy and some unseasonable warm weather and it was lovely to relax together. Catching a nice big Carp also made for some excitement, as did the attention of the other guys fishing around the lake. Anyone would think they hadn't seen a lady dressed as I was for a fishing trip, I thought black fishnets would be ideal and from the looks on their faces every time they found an excuse to come and talk, so did they.
Now though it was Tuesday lunchtime and I stood at the entrance to my workplace, uniform on, clean fishnets and knowing I had a ten hour shift in front of me. On entering I was greeted by the secretary, busy in her office, a couple of words about my time off then into the staff area to put my bag and coat in my locker. A quick check in the mirror that I looked tidy, yes, my blue uniform was clean and pressed and my blond hair clipped back away from my face. I was ready.
Having worked in several different old peoples homes I knew how lucky I was to be in this one. Residents were private, self funding individuals, mostly well off elderly people who had lost their partners, there were one or two couples who had elected to be looked after together but most were singles the women slightly outnumbering the men. Usually a happy place with regular entertainment, comfort and good food , of course there could be sadness when a resident became ill or passed away but most of the time it was lovely albeit hard work.
This afternoon was a favourite of mine and the residents, a singing duo with a good selection of backing tracks from the fifties and sixties. We were all encouraged to sing along to the Everly Brothers, Roy Orbison , Elvis and many others, one or two of the residents had a little dance and a few of the staff joined in whilst keeping a watchful eye. Frank, a rather sprightly Octogenarian amazed me by swinging me around as he relived his youth as a Teddy Boy, jiving to the music. I had to be a bit careful though, my uniform skirt was above my knee and I hadn't considered energetic dancing when I put my fishnet stockings on this morning. I have to admit though, there may have been one or two instances where some of the old guys got a glimpse of my stocking tops and a reminder of their youth. There were one or two looking my way as I sat down, the entertainment coming to an end.
One of the ways of telling a well run home is to observe how the staff handle meal times. Getting all residents to the dining room together can involve anything from saying 'tea is ready', to having to crane someone from their seat to a wheelchair before pushing them to the table. In this home staff knew patients needs very well and the transfer would usually happen pretty seamlessly, giving an impression to the observer of care and efficiency. Within a very few minutes all were assembled ready to eat ...... apart from one ........... Where was Frank ? He was usually one of the first in, what with him being so self sufficient and mobile. I mentioned to a colleague I would take a look round for him expecting that he may have popped to the toilet.
Walking back down the corridor I spied Frank still sat in the day lounge in one of the recliners near the window. I walked in asking if he was not joining us for tea, He didn't respond, I realised he couldn't hear me and probably had his hearing aid turned down so I wandered round in front of him and bobbed down touching his knee to rouse him as his eyes were shut. He responded immediately and I asked again
'Are you not joining us for tea?' His response surprised me a little as he said
'No, I don't think so, I think I may have got a little over excited this afternoon whilst dancing, my back is hurting a bit, it's not too bad but I think I'll rest a little while, besides, the view is better here'.
As he added that last sentence I realised what he meant by it, the dirty old devil was looking straight toward my knees, my skirt having ridden up a bit as I bobbed down, he had a clear view up to my stocking tops and beyond. I tried to laugh it off standing now whilst bending toward him, telling him to turn his hearing aid up.
'You sure you don't want any tea?' I asked
'Oh ok then' he replied rising to his feet, 'You can rub my back better later'. And with that he walked off toward the dining room leaving me standing there a little dazed, I gathered my thoughts deciding it was all just friendly banter, little did I realise what the evening had in store ........................ |
