Jane Hickling started here at Abbeyfield in February 1999. After over 17 years working here as a Senior Care Worker Jane has decided to retire. Jane will be very much missed by all the residents here at Abbeyfield, she will also be missed by her colleagues and friends.
Abbeyfield Board of Trustess, Staff and Residents would like to take this opportunity to wish Jane a happy and enjoyable retirement and thank her for her dedication over the last 17+ years.
Well its 1st April – Spring is well on its way, the sun keeps coming out to say Hello!
Its a busy month here at Westfield House, we have 5 birthdays to celebrate this month so our Activities Organisers will be really busy. We also have the Queens birthday to celebrate too #PartyTime
“As you know my mum has a small fall today. I would just like to thank the staff for their wonderful care, especially Charlene, who not only phoned me twice but was so caring. When I came in the evening Charlene and Fran in particular were just so kind and gentle with mum. I don’t normally see the personal care in action, and although I gave mum the space to keep her dignity, I felt very moved by how lovely they were with her. The other staff that were on duty were all so genuinely concerned and I felt that mum was in a very warm environment. Thank you to the staff for providing a home that I feel confident with and one that cares for my mum so well.”
Following a very generous donation from Trinity Methodist Church after their Christmas collection, we were able to purchase three paintings of local scenes, produced by a local artist, John Kennedy. They now have pride of place in our lounge and are enjoyed greatly by our Residents, Staff and Visitors.
Members of Trinity Methodist Church, and the artist himself were invited to afternoon tea and to say a very big thank you for this special gift to enhance the lives of our Residents.
Attended by Jean Greatorex (Volunteer) and Ann White (Senior Night Care Worker) by kind invitation of The Lord-Lieutenant Lady Gretton.
The 10.40am train was on time and the sun was shining (an occasional gust of wind threatened to blow the hats away). Ann’s outfit was in peach and cream and mine in black and white. We had an excellent light lunch at St Pancras with a glass of Pinot Grigio, a little window shopping, a taxi at 2.00pm and WE WERE ON OUR WAY.
We enjoyed the sights and sounds of London from the taxi – Ann saying “Buckingham Palace” to the driver sounded good! The streets were so busy and it took longer than anticipated, but a clear run down The Mall was very impressive (passing many clergy in their red cassocks). The taxi driver pointed out the mail delivery by horse and carriage which takes place twice daily. Alighting – hats in place – at the front of the Palace we were surprised by the queue of people, which seemed a mile long, waiting to go in the front entrance. It wasn’t too long before we filed in – showing our invitation cards and identification. It was a good natured crowd, someone took our photograph. Everyone we met along the way was so pleasant and friendly – the police – the uniformed men and women all along the route inside the palace with words of welcome – what a surprise to walk across the gravel, see the guardsmen on duty and crowds looking through the railing. We then emerged through the Bow Room and down the steps into the garden. Although quite early everyone made their way to the tea tent. There must have been about a thousand people – what a variety of outfits! There was one Japanese lady in a kimono, one or two saris, so many different hats, short and long dresses, and theatrical outfits. Were those designs on the back of the ladies leg, or on her stockings? Men in top hats and tails, many in military uniform, clergy of every shape and size, a lady bishop we were told, one man in a feather cape with feathers holding his hair in place, a few kilts, many mayoral chains of office and people of very age but no children.
A military band played throughout the afternoon (James bond themes etc.). The national anthem announced the arrival of the queen at 4pm at the top of the steps – a distant figure in bright pink – preceded by the yeoman of the guard. Surrounded by people we didn’t get a glimpse of her. Contrary to the rules sent to us, people were taking photographs all day.
Back to the tea tent – fantastically well organised, the long tent was sectioned off so that each queue for tea was short – a narrow plate with indent for a glass or cup and choice of the daintiest finger buffet items. I had a glass of apple juice, a cucumber and mint sandwich, smoked salmon, rolled bread savoury, scone and cream, strawberry tart. And Victoria sponge. We stood for a while looking for seats and very soon someone that was moving gave us theirs. They were canvas bottom and backed chairs, very comfortable, at a small round table where we sat for the afternoon, sharing company with various people who joined us, and watching the sights all around us. We met a lovely couple who spoke to us for a short while, who were volunteers with a Jewish educational charity, both in the fashion industry – he was in men’s shoes in London and she was in scarves in Manchester. Later, tubs of ice-cream were handed out.
We placed ourselves at the top of the steps to get a good view of the Queen departing at 5.50pm, only to find her leaving by a different exit! It was time to go. We left by the front entrance and within minutes we were whisked away by a taxi. Again a long journey through teeming streets of traffic to St Pancras where we found out we couldn’t use our return ticket until 7pm. Undaunted, we made our way to the champagne lounge that our Jewish friends had recommended to us and sipped our drinks until it was time to go. We arrived back in Loughborough at around 9pm and at home with my feet up in Hathern by 9.30pm. WHAT A DAY!
Written by Jean Greatorex, Volunteer at Ingleside House