GreenLinks BBQ

Bath Mind had a lovely afternoon down on our GreenLinks community allotment yesterday, with a Food for Thought BBQ, a gardening quiz and beautiful sunshine!

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Malcolm Runs For Bath Mind

 

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Hello, I’m Malcolm and I will be running The London Marathon on 24th April 2016.

This will be the first time I have run 3 marathons in a 12 month period and my 22 full marathon since starting running in 1987. I am running for Bath Mind and Greenlinks allotment project.

Mental health and wellbeing are just as important as physical fitness and Bath Mind is vital in supporting local people requiring advice and assistance in this respect. If anyone would like to support this very worthy local charity. Go to my site uk.virginmoneygiving.com/MalcolmSutton1 it’s quick and easy to donate.

Thanks!

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Walking – Second Stick by Jeremy Simpson

My head is down,
The pavement’s dull,
But I will stand and fight.

My head is down,
But I push on,
Won’t wallow in my plight.

My head is down,
But I’ll get there,
Coz I will see the light.

My head pulls up,
I look around,
All senses just ignite!

Feel the ground,
Smell the air,
See the whole world move.
I hear my cry,
For I am here,
To taste the joy of life!

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The Randall’s Revisited – Meryl Williams

Episode 1 –Rain stops play

“I’m bored,” announced Royston, gazing out of the window at the rain soaked streets of Glethamgetty City Centre.
“It’s an anti-climax,” said Cassie his beautiful wife, curled up on the sofa with a copy of the Mindful magazine.  “You could take all your old vinyl down to the charity shop” she suggested “after all it’s got to be done”.
“I can’t bear to part with it”, mused Royston and he looked at the boxes stacked up in a corner of their new sitting room.  “Can’t we keep them?” “No Roy, we really don’t have the space” replied Cassie, “I’ve had to part will all my antique china ornaments so fair is fair.  After all you never play them, we don’t even have a record player anymore and the charity shop can get good money for them.”  “I’’ go if it stops raining,” said Roy and he sat down grabbing the remote control.  “Rain stops play” announced the cricket commentator on the TV so Roy watched some re-runs of last year’s test matches.
“Time is marching on and Erica will be here with her new baby so couldn’t you just nip out and get rid of those boxes?” pleaded Cassie.  “Very well” Roy cried and he leapt up and began to move the boxes out into the boot of their car.
“Roy”, hailed a voice and Roy looked up narrowly missing bumping his head on the car boot door.  It was the vicar from their new church just a few minutes from their new luxury apartment on Glethamgetty’s most fashionable boulevard.
“We look forward to seeing you at the Lent lectures” called the vicar, “here is the leaflet, Dr Anthony Pratt is speaking.  He comes all the way from Outer Moraria so I thought it might interest you both.  He is looking forward to meeting you as I mentioned your visit there a few years ago.”
“I am really interested” said Roy sincerely “Cassie will be also, we found it very rewarding to visit Outer Moraria and the hospital has written to say how they have made improvements thanks to some fundraising we did.  We will really look forward to the lecture, is there coffee afterwards?”
“There is” replied the vicar “and as you’re keen we can invite you both to a meal for some parishioners to get a chance to meet Dr Pratt”.
Royston of course was a retired lawyer who took Cassie his wife to visit Outer Moraria where the chief economy was based on diamond mining.  Cassie was a busy GP and at the hospital in Octavia she met many patients affected by dust from the mines.  Royston was interested in supporting the poorer miners with their legal rights.  Their daughter Erica had been inspired to become a social worker and married Lawrence a sculptor.  The Randall’s son James married Jonathan and the two men adopted twins.

In this new series we see Roy and Cassie revisit the mining town of Octavia and continue their good work and social projects that they had been able to found.

To be continued …

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Parity of Esteem

This is what treatment for a broken leg would be like if physical health services were the same as mental health services.

Imagine that you trip and hurt your leg. You go to your GP because it seems quite bad, but you’re not sure it warrants a trip to A&E. The GP agrees that it looks bad and suggests you get further help from their new ‘Leg Injury Service’, and she gives you a number to phone. In the meantime your doctor gives you a pair of crutches, so that you can get about. You struggle home and ring the number. An appointment is made for a month’s time.

At your appointment with the Leg Injury Service, the specialist asks why you’ve come and you explain that you fell and hurt your leg. She asks you to fill in a form about how your leg injury is affecting your life. The specialist says it looks like you’ve broken your leg, and then goes on to describe how the service works. You’ll need to go on one of their leg injury prevention courses, before any intensive treatment is available.

You ask if the specialist is going to do anything about your leg, but she says that the courses are a really important part of the process and can’t be missed. She asks you to trust the process and will see you again in two weeks. She adds that if you show your commitment to getting better by going on the courses, you are more likely to get one-on-one treatment for your broken leg. At home, you look at the website and choose the ‘Avoiding trips and falls’ course and return for your next appointment.

You are asked to fill out the same form again, and the specialist says that your scores aren’t really all that bad, and you seem to be coping fine with a broken leg. You agree that you are getting quite good on your crutches and your arms are getting very strong, but your leg hurts and is healing crooked. The specialist says that you really should try the course and see how it goes. It starts in two months time – three months from your accident. As you hobble home, you decide that you can manage by yourself.

By Kate McDonnell, Bath Mind Chair

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A Charter for all – Meryl Williams

The well loved, noble, good Queen Vic
Reigned long years upon the English throne
But here is Wales I’ve hoiked my pick
Hewn coal, breathed iron and then traipsed home.

My fellow men we gather here
We sing a song and raise a cheer
But it’s a grim and cursed life
That’s never free from endless strife.

It was to be the day of days
A march for freedom just for Wales
Us Chartists overthrow the throne
And make the government our own.

Alas, alack a wretch has told
For Megan will not with me grow old
We’re all arrested, no longer free
Transportation for life or hang on tree.

Will we the brave remembered be?
Who fought that night for the Big Country
A mural painted on the wall
Is all that’s left of Chartist’s fall.

They say the pen can mightier be
Than sword or spear or violent melee
So here’s a draft to simply say
Remember those who left this way.

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Meryl Williams – Aunt Meryl’s Autobiography

I’m a complex yet homespun girl
Not a bit the social whirl
I love best a cup of tea
Good humour and good company.

If your problems you relate
You may find I can equate
But if solutions you reject
Then I’m afraid you’ve had your bets.

Once my sought goodwill is lost
You will find eternal frost
Say the thing that hurts my heart
I won’t forget and we will part.

Loving kindness I will show
Always learning, keen to grow
No, a word less on my lips
But for some, a point they’ve had their chips.

So if you read this awful tale
Crossed out by Meryl’s grumps again
I will say don’t push too far
Your luck is over I’m overparr.

Finally I need to say
That every dog will have her day
Soon I will be superseded
But until then I’m unexceeded.

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