Category Archives: Boyle

The Glorious Days Of Late Spring

Well the panic station weeks of April are thankfully now over and Helen is recovering well at home under my immaculate and dutiful nursing skills.  The District Nurse now sees her every other day to tend the massive wound which became infected after the angiogram procedure and had to be operated on twice to remove dead flesh.  However it should… (more…)

Two Weeks Of Trauma – Part 2

Tuesday April 12th After a night of disturbed reflective sleep, I was up early at 6.00am.  The management of the hotel had given us a splendid suite of rooms, two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room and a fully equipped kitchen.  All night long I was pondering on the resuscitation team and wondering how they appeared so quickly to save… (more…)

Gallipoli Galloped

Last week I had the doubtful pleasure of taking 20 people to Gallipoli for an eight day tour of the battlefields and a chance to follow in the footsteps of the 5th Battalion Connaught Rangers.  I say doubtful because of the awful behaviour of three members of the party which spoiled the pleasure I would have gotten from the trip.… (more…)

The Road To Morocco – My Diary, Part 7

Having left the party early, 30 minutes after sunset, I was up before sunrise and in the watery paleness before dawn I am writing this while the bull frogs sleep and the peacocks are bristling their feathers.  The dogs are alert waiting for their next adventure and the cats are stretching their limbs hoping for another boring day of being… (more…)