LORD BRAMBLE'S REHABILITATION Read Online Free
Author: Damon Peters
commented after the young woman had finished her breakfast and strolled out, informing him she would be taking the car into town to do some shopping.
The old man couldn't talk and his mannerisms were jerky and often very pronounced, but he could make his mood or viewpoint understood and John had no doubt he agreed with him.
John wheeled the old man around the grounds close to the house and stopped to sit on one of the benches. Some of the staff approached for advise and direction and John would involve Richard whose tone of voice and mannerisms were a good indicator of whether he agreed with John's view or not. It helped John know he wasn't being unreasonable or naive with his assessments.
About four hours after Isabel had driven off in the car it returned, pulled by a lorry, the front of the car strove in as if by a giant mallet.
John pushed Richard over to where it had stopped, both men relaxing as they saw Isabel step down from the cab of the truck, her sharp voice as she ordered the car pushed to the garage an indicator that the girl hadn't been harmed by the accident.
"What happened?" John asked as they neared the truck and the girl, hands on her hips as she watched the car being pushed away.
Isabel turned to look at him, then shrugged, a deep breath settling her. "It was nothing. The mechanics will have it fixed in no time," she told him, and strode off to enter the house without a single backward glance.
John turned to the driver of the tow truck and nodded a greeting. "What really happened?" he asked.
"She was coming down Ridgemount Hill Sir. Well, there's this bend at the bottom, right nasty if you're not used to it. Anyway, she met an oncoming steam tractor, Sir, and smashed right into it," he told him, tipping his cap to both men. "The steam engine driver reckons she was tearing down the lane, lucky not to have done far worse damage to herself," he explained.
"Any damage to the tractor?" John asked.
"Bit of paint," the man shrugged. "Girl said it was his own fault; not driving carefully enough," he chuckled.
"Have him come see me and I'll see him reimbursed, for the paint and his good humour," John begged, and gave the man ten shillings for his own trouble in getting girl and car back safely.
John thought the excitement for the day was over when Lord Bramble's nurse stepped down from the house to stride angrily towards them.
"There's a nurse fresh arrived, tells me she's to be nurse to Lord Bramble," she informed him, her normally stern face set in still harsher lines. "I do not need an assistant, nor wish one. Either she goes, or I do!" she told him sharply.
John nodded. "If you go and see Jones you will find he has prepared your wages to the end of the month. He can also arrange your passage to the railway station. Trains leave on the half hour I believe," he told her.
The woman stared at him for a few moments, her eyes grown large. She then turned and marched away.
"You'll like your new nurse, Lord Richard. I've not met her, but I know her background. You'll find her a much different type of nurse to your old one," John promised as they stood to one side to watched people come and go.
Penny was indeed a refreshing change. Younger and prettier than the last nurse, she was a diminutive woman with a smile for everyone, and under all circumstances. She chatted incessantly too, about whatever came into her head, changing the subject without notice, asking questions without expecting or waiting for a reply.
She saw Lord Bramble and grinned, immediately promising to have him back to normal in no time. "Doctor O'Connor is a strong believer in stimulus to have the brain remember and return," she told him, straight away working to straighten his clothes while smiling kindly at him, his expression pulled to one side by his stroke.
"His methods have worked wonders for the poor men returned from Flanders," she told him, "and there's no reason it shouldn't work with others who are brain injured. Doesn't
The old man couldn't talk and his mannerisms were jerky and often very pronounced, but he could make his mood or viewpoint understood and John had no doubt he agreed with him.
John wheeled the old man around the grounds close to the house and stopped to sit on one of the benches. Some of the staff approached for advise and direction and John would involve Richard whose tone of voice and mannerisms were a good indicator of whether he agreed with John's view or not. It helped John know he wasn't being unreasonable or naive with his assessments.
About four hours after Isabel had driven off in the car it returned, pulled by a lorry, the front of the car strove in as if by a giant mallet.
John pushed Richard over to where it had stopped, both men relaxing as they saw Isabel step down from the cab of the truck, her sharp voice as she ordered the car pushed to the garage an indicator that the girl hadn't been harmed by the accident.
"What happened?" John asked as they neared the truck and the girl, hands on her hips as she watched the car being pushed away.
Isabel turned to look at him, then shrugged, a deep breath settling her. "It was nothing. The mechanics will have it fixed in no time," she told him, and strode off to enter the house without a single backward glance.
John turned to the driver of the tow truck and nodded a greeting. "What really happened?" he asked.
"She was coming down Ridgemount Hill Sir. Well, there's this bend at the bottom, right nasty if you're not used to it. Anyway, she met an oncoming steam tractor, Sir, and smashed right into it," he told him, tipping his cap to both men. "The steam engine driver reckons she was tearing down the lane, lucky not to have done far worse damage to herself," he explained.
"Any damage to the tractor?" John asked.
"Bit of paint," the man shrugged. "Girl said it was his own fault; not driving carefully enough," he chuckled.
"Have him come see me and I'll see him reimbursed, for the paint and his good humour," John begged, and gave the man ten shillings for his own trouble in getting girl and car back safely.
John thought the excitement for the day was over when Lord Bramble's nurse stepped down from the house to stride angrily towards them.
"There's a nurse fresh arrived, tells me she's to be nurse to Lord Bramble," she informed him, her normally stern face set in still harsher lines. "I do not need an assistant, nor wish one. Either she goes, or I do!" she told him sharply.
John nodded. "If you go and see Jones you will find he has prepared your wages to the end of the month. He can also arrange your passage to the railway station. Trains leave on the half hour I believe," he told her.
The woman stared at him for a few moments, her eyes grown large. She then turned and marched away.
"You'll like your new nurse, Lord Richard. I've not met her, but I know her background. You'll find her a much different type of nurse to your old one," John promised as they stood to one side to watched people come and go.
Penny was indeed a refreshing change. Younger and prettier than the last nurse, she was a diminutive woman with a smile for everyone, and under all circumstances. She chatted incessantly too, about whatever came into her head, changing the subject without notice, asking questions without expecting or waiting for a reply.
She saw Lord Bramble and grinned, immediately promising to have him back to normal in no time. "Doctor O'Connor is a strong believer in stimulus to have the brain remember and return," she told him, straight away working to straighten his clothes while smiling kindly at him, his expression pulled to one side by his stroke.
"His methods have worked wonders for the poor men returned from Flanders," she told him, "and there's no reason it shouldn't work with others who are brain injured. Doesn't
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