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..... and thirdly, the patient has to give the correct information. Me - "are you on any medicines?" Patient - "No." On arrival, paramedic asks the same question, the patient delves into their bag and produces a list a mile long. Paramedic and I roll our eyes.

I will never diagnose a patient - that is outside my competence. My role is to keep the patient alive until the professionals arrive, take a set of accurate observations and obtain a coherent patient history. I can spot if an observation appears anomalous, hand it over with a verbal question mark and most times the professional replicates my observation. It has taken a decade but we are now trusted by the professionals in London.

You mean they kept the xx and the rest is new.

And the nose. We all have one, but mine has been broken twice.

I went to a 6pm free concert in the Royal Festival Hall today. Messiaen's Quartet for the End of Time. The stalls were about 75% occupied. Impressive. There was a borough election today. I voted about 1pm, having shown identification, and I think was the first from my road to vote in person. I've heard a rumour that the government want to put forward legislation that the identification must be a Conservative Party membership card. It will stop the extremists being able to vote. Three bones broken (actually two. but one of them twice) - none set.

Don't forget the Double Decker stock.

Phil isn't too far away?

The reason for that was that on the afternoon of 23 March 1988, Deborah Linsley was murdered on a train between Petts Wood and London Victoria. She was on her own in a single compartment. A consequence was that BR rapidly eliminated compartment stock. The BR 4-EPBs had two Semi-open trailers but were riddled with blue asbestos and were not going to be converted. Ian will know if the SR trailers were converted or whether it was a matter of moving an open trailer from another set.

Just checked my certificates: First Responder on Scene - level 3 (this is the important one) Medicines Management level 1 & 2 (not a bad idea) Drugs and alcohol Moving and handling principles Counter fraud Keep yourself safe Introduction to safeguarding Safeguarding level 1 General data protection regulation Equality, diversity and inclusion Care Quality Commission level 1 I don't think a Sergeant Major can shout "you horrible little **** man", any more. Little is "sizeist"; ***** must avoid reference to creed, colour etc., and a fair proportion of the armed services are now female.

but not for Sir John Hawkins.

Thinking about yesterday's post, it is of course the wrong time of year to be painting trees. I either take a sketch book up to the National Gallery and sketch The Hay Wain or wait until summer and go (say) to Petts Woods. I'm in no hurry, the layout isn't going out until the autumn.

There is a "rolling" factor in providing troops for WW2. The BEF was formed from the regular army. The territorials were called up in 1939, trained and were available for the African campaigns. This included my father, captured at Knightsbridge, which meant he was pre-8th Army so never got that campaign medal. Oh and probably the Singapore debacle. The Dunkirk survivors were meanwhile training up conscripts for the 1st Army and Normandy campaigns. The problem then for the British Army that the country had basically run out of suitable men by the end of 1944. My father was in the Honorable Artillery Company (not as a "gentleman" member) - the 11th went to Egypt, the 12th were in 1st Army, the 13th (and 86th AA) went to Normandy.

Evening all. Someone, no names no pack drill, forgot to renew his television license, so I have pulled the plugs on both my sets and am rather relying on RMWeb to provide entertainment. Two church services today, then a brisk walk around Greenwich Park. I have the classic exhibition layout backscene problem, an unnatural vertical line where the baseboards join. The answer has to be trees painted across the joins. I've sized some ply with "White Tundra"; I'll let it dry before calling up my inner Constable.

Over 50 years ago I worked over a Christmas in the laboratories of the Whitbread brewery in Chiswell Street. And the lab was probably built in the nineteenth century - linoleum, wooden benches and the rest. One of the jobs was to test the volume of carbon dioxide in a bottle of beer. This was done using a Martin Machine, balancing the level of mercury in open apparatus. Of course there were spillages, with globules on the floor and in the sinks. I knew mercury was a poison, so was very careful and was grateful I was only there for three weeks.

Lez, I was taught that the benzene bonds were all interchangeable so I drew it as a hexagon with a circle inside. Not my favourite bit of organic chemistry, much preferred organo-phospherous which was good for clearing a train carriage in the rush hour.

Jon, have a look at www.muellers-bruchbuden.de I have a resin kit of his Spur Null wooden goods shed. He does a similar one in HO. Bill

So yesterday was spent at Lord's - becoming an ER. This doesn't mean a conversion to the dark side of RMWeb but a requirement to take four modules to become an Emergency Responder. Two modules were patient handling in the Warner Stand, in the freezing cold with a brisk north wind. It would have been a blade of grass on the cricket square, with an electric heater trundling back and forth keeping them all above freezing.

Got that question today. On line course called "Counter Fraud".

Walschaerts? Belpaire? Cesar Frank? Tin-Tin?

Only the Belgian ones.

I was watching a cat walking along a six foot high fence at the bottom of my garden and thought of my two pets of some 40 years ago. The fence has a cap about 1 inch wide. Harvey would sway and wobble along. He would never actually fall off but at times it was a damn close call. Toddy would happily march along the fence although he would need someone to catch him when he jumped off. Harvey was a big, fat tabby cat. Toddy was a Jack Russell Terrier. Bill

More digits flying into the ether.

... and I spent today preparing for a brace of Medicine Management modules. Doesn't one have fun when one is retired.

I just charge for fuel for the Yeti. My operating team is fairly widespread, so my quote will also include their train fares. Knowing Chris M will read this, the "profit" we made at Warley was spent on coffee and cakes on the way home. A couple of other possibilities. I would treat demonstrators in the same way as layouts. I would provide a relevant society (ie model engineering or local line society) with a free table (plus tea/coffee) on the condition they only sell their own products (ie journal and monograph) and not compete with the second hand bookstall paying trade rates.

Funny old day. I completed three on-line Safeguarding courses, written an e-mail to an acting Archdeacon, put the seats back into the Yeti and chatted with a gentleman residing in Switzerland. And now to bed.