Squeeze my lemon...

As an antidote to the gray fog currently sitting on Lincolnshire I offer something bright with scents redolent of summer and sunshine.
The fog however matches my current mood. I am unable to take up the OU course unless I pay money upfront and there has been a spate of 'incidents' at work (covers the legal niceties I think).
The former is a result of financial difficulties several years ago although I repaid the money I owed except for a forgotten amount of £13.00. After three house moves including a brief spell of homelessness in the space of four months, the small amount outstanding didn't come to my attention for a year. I paid it after I had enquired about courses two years ago but I am now apparently ineligible for the instalments method of paying.I'll try to plead my case again tomorrow.
The latter, well it is a better than evens chance that occasionally we will have patients kill themselves or meet with suspicious deaths. It still hits one when it happens and gives rise to some soul searching and a sense of failure. That I guess is inevitable given the nature of those drawn to nursing and the impossible demands of management/government that every aspect of the mental health of patients can be managed in tidy little fragrant boxes which are all correctly ticked proving that targets have been met. Sadly, having the ability to manage the fruit stall in Tesco's does not qualify as the best preparation to manage health professionals dealing with the darker aspects of life (madness,bodily fluids,etc...) let alone the anger, pain, despair or general untidiness of humanity. But they can hide within and take comfort from their bean counting and tick boxes...