#berns night

[nobeerreviews]

In its early stages, insomnia is almost an oasis in which those who have to think or suffer darkly take refuge.

-- Colette

(Bern, Switzerland)

#insomnia #refuge #thinking #colette #travel photography #night photography #bern #switzerland #quote #rooftops #night thoughts #suffering #snow

[scoobhead]

look obviously we're all talking about waiting for the bus in the rain (in the rain) now that cecil won the sexyman poll. which is great and valid! it was a memorable early weather song! but i spent ten whole days in jerusalem. mmmmm jerusalem. sweet jerusalem. and all i ate was olives nothing but olives mountains of olives. it was a good ten days. i like olives! i like you too

#listening to jerusalem for the first time changed my life. seriously #jerusalem by dan bern #dan bern #wtnv #welcome to night vale #cecilsweep #nat og #1k

[area51-narutorun]

Ultimate Night Vale Weather Poll

A bit more than a month ago, I made a poll about everyone’s favourite classic Night Vale weather. Now I’m doing a major series of polls to determine the Ultimate Night Vale Weather. Each poll will last for one week and there’ll be a new one every day until we’ve got through all the weathers so far.

#wtnv #welcome to night vale #welcome to night vale weather #wtnv weather #cecil gershwin palmer #waiting for the bus in the rain #these and more than these #jerusalem dan bern #music #wtnv fandom #cecilsweep #wtnv poll

[weshallc]

Happy Burns Night 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🥃🎻🪈🦔

I'm going to republish my 5 chapter Bern's Night story following this post that I started as an explainer, but it turned into something more.

I wrote this part of the Crown Jewels CtM AU series a few years ago, partly as a tribute to my dad who shared a birthday with Robbie Burns (Scotland's greatest poet). We celebrated every year to different degrees, sometimes as part of an official Burns society dinner in Scotland or the North East of England. Or at home (I can cook a mean Burns Supper).

For anyone who has lost someone close to them and feels stuck in the grieving process, just give it time. It's not a race or a competition or something you have to achieve, or a test you must pass or anyone else's business.

My wee glimmer of hope I wanted to share today is this; I've gone from on anniversaries remembering the last of everything, as in the last birthday, the last Christmas, last time I watched this show, last time Sunderland won... to remembering the best of everything. The best birthdays.... because often the last was far from the best.

Previously, that would bug me. I wanted the last to be the best, because in a perfect world, it should be. I think the media believes this too. We are often overwhelmed with stories about Bucket Lists and Making Memories when someone has a terminal diagnosis and although a lot of these stories are inspiring; they put a lot of pressure on loved ones. Not only to care for their beloved, but to make their last days as special and magical as possible.

A great aspiration, but the reality is caring for someone is probably the most difficult thing a person will ever be asked to do. End of life can be ugly, cruel and dehumanising, as well as something that can be managed well, beautiful and empowering.

Unfortunately, the balance of these differing experiences often comes down to how much money someone has and what they can afford to pay to access often scant services. Whether that's paying for private nursing care outside state provision or insurance cover or being placed on a waiting list, that is much longer than the days you have left to be applicable for it. (That's after managing to fit in all the form filling and constant phonecalls you really don't have time for to get on the pointless list)

You may not have been Flo Nightingale or even Phyllis Crane, but you did your best for your loved one. There is no question about that, whatever the circumstance, because you didn't create the circumstance.

You may have regrets or would have chosen to do a few things differently, but with the resources, knowledge and skills you had available to you at the time, you did your best, because we always do for those we love.

Disclaimer: The story has a lot more laughs than this post and not compulsory reading.

BTW: if you aren't familiar with the Crown Jewels CtM AU, no prior knowledge is required. It's very simple, like its author. He's a pub landlord, she's a barmaid/carer, the Noakeses are the police, Mount Busby is an alpaca farm, Cynthia and Angela are cars and everyone is the wrong age. See very straight forward. It’s also set in a village in the North-East of England, an oversight I think by both Jennifer Worth and Heidi Thomas when writing the original. But, no hard feelings.

#al going off on a tangent again #hopefully someone finds it helpful #apologies for emojis best i could do #dealing with grief #call the midwife #bern’s night

[my-gf-timothy-jackson-drake]

minor noble timothy jackson drake is put into an arranged marriage with major noble, bernard middlename dowd. How did the Drakes get such a good match for their son you ask. Well one. Bernard has eyes and he said awooga cute boy. Two, Tim is very smart, and even if the marriage does not result in a romantic love it will ,bernard could use someone with a huge and wrinkly brain to help him uncover the conspiracies of the land.

#tim drake #bernard dowd #timber #rn tim and bern are my barbie dolls who have a new plot every night #it isn't not affiliated with the stranglehold dkos has on me rn

[bjorkn]

𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐀 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 warned people who are important to her about the news of her pregnancy, which was her bestie, her roommate, and her cousin of course. However, she was isolated from everyone, ignored the fact she was expecting, and had her normal life while trying to digest the news first. Right now, she is more used to it, but not much. She had a hard time accepting the news, than she originally imagined. At that moment, she invited her cousin to eat in a new bar with decorations of 'Amazon'. In reality, Neva wasn't sure what she expected from the food. Her baby bump was small but now showing. She was waiting for Holly, but looking at the menu.

@tctteredwings

#tctteredwings #— neva & holly. #— holly berne. #pregnancy tw #— you're my queue of the night.

[michaelcerasofficial]

Snowy Night, Bern, Switzerland

#Snowy Night #Bern #Switzerland

[kitaston]

Bern | Switzerland

ph. Marc Nouss

#bern #switzerland #nights #marc nouss #street photography

[annebrontesrequiem]

Listening to Phantom for the first time after its closing really does hit different

#'it's over now the music of the night' SCREAMS #bern speaks #phantom of the opera

[sassy-zorua]

Snowy Night, Bern, Switzerland

#Snowy Night #Bern #Switzerland

[bernard-the-rabbit]

Gaetano was used to that weight, he carried Luigi to bed many times. He remembers how he used to let him nap on his lap during christmas lunch, tired out from playing with his new toys.

This time it was different, the joy of watching his baby sleeping soundly was no longer there, there won’t be days at the park anymore, or happy piggy backs, no more loud happy screams and laughters full of joys, no more fast rapid steps and small hugs.

#tw: child death #It was night when you died #my firefly #What could I have said to raise you from the dead? #my trashy art #bern oc #historical oc #gaetano and luigi beloved

[butherlipsarenotmoving]

4th of August

Brig and Bern

#well we only spent 30 min in brig while we changed trains #but the view of the alps from the station was very pretty #also we didn't sleep in bern #we took a train later in the day and arrived in frankfurt at night #mine #interrail 2023 #🌿

[tortue-blanche]

Waiting for the night | 11.06.2023 | Bern | 3 часть

Ох, ну ничего не могу с собой поделать! Люблю такие детали!

Источник видео: https://youtu.be/ull4_p4lYM4

#depeche mode #dave gahan #martin gore #davemart #dm #waiting for the night #11.06.23 #bern #details

[weshallc]

Bern's Night

Chapter Two: The Bonnie Lad That's Far Awa"

“His Face With Smile Eternal Drest, Just Like The Landlord’s To His Guest’s, High As They Hang With Creaking Din, To Index Out The Country Inn.” Versicles On Sign-Posts by Robert Burns 1788.

"The Needle Returns to the Start of the Song, And We All Sing Along as Before." Nothing Ever Happens, Del Amitri 1989.

January 2020.

Fred Buckle clambered up from the cellar of the Crown Inn and perched his ample posterior on a bar stool, wiping his forehead with an old bar towel he used when helping Paddy exchange the old barrels for new. Violet tutted as she placed a sausage sandwich and a mug of tea on the bar in front of him.

“Sure you don’t want one, Paddy.”

“No, I am fine Vi, just a cuppa, cheers. I had breakfast with Bernie before she went on her rounds.”

“I will have another one, Violet.”

“I am sure you won’t, Reggie. You scoffed that back like there was no tomorrow. Doesn’t your uncle feed you?”

No one replied to this as everyone knew Violet fed them both, if not at the Crown, at either her home or Fred’s.

To spare Violet’s blushes, Fred began. “I have a little beauty brewing. Be just right for Burns Night, Doc.”

“Burns Night?” questioned Vi.

“Yep, soon comes around after Christmas, Vi. Be Valentines before we know it.”

He winked, and Vi wiped a cloth under Paddy’s mug and straightened the bar towel.

“Fred, I don’t think so, not this year, anyway.” Paddy added, trying not to look at Val, who was checking the mixer fridge with visibly shaking shoulders.

“But we always do a Burns Night. It’s tradition,” protested Fred.

“No, we haven’t done one for the last couple of years, Fred, not since Wilf took poorly.” Vi had regained her composure.

“Well, it’s about time we did again.” Fred was like a dog with a bone, or in this case, a sausage.

Val, also more composed now, looked at Vi, who was in turn looking at Paddy. Tim, who had been trying to clean all the chalk marks off the dart scoreboard under Evie’s instruction, looked at his mentor and they both moved closer to the bar.

“Look, I know, Bernie. She won’t be upset because her dad’s not here to do the twiddly bits. She wouldn’t still be in Poplar if she was worried about being reminded of her dad.”

“Always wondered why she was still in Poplar.” Tim smirked and Evie frowned at him deciding it was time to enlighten everyone.

“The reason we haven’t had a Burns Night since Reverend Wilf died is because we have no one to Address the Haggis.”

“Well, Mr T could do it,” Reggie chirped in as Paddy went pale.

“Yeah, you’ll like that boss,” Val added, “any excuse to slope off and leave me on my tod behind the bar. I presume birthday girl Lorraine Kelly Mannion  won’t be working either.”

Evie and Vi sighed in unison. “What?” said Val.

Paddy turned to her, but before he could speak, Val interrupted. “Don’t tell me you are scared of haggis, as well as alpacas.”

Tim, Reggie and a lurking Jack found this highly amusing, but Evie had had enough.

“No, it’s not that, it really should be a Scot that addresses the haggis. Otherwise it’s just not going to sound right, a bit like, well like when Captain Kirk sang Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.”

“Isn’t that your ringtone, Tim?” Jack smirked. Tim ignored him, as per se.

“Weezer doing Africa,” Val was beginning to understand.

“Miley Cyrus doing Nirvana,” Tim added, still ignoring Jack.

“But, Bernie is Scottish!” added Reggie optimistically .

“Yes, but it’s traditionally a man,” Vi said nervously.

“Oh, well, heaven forbid we bring Poplar into the 21st century,” Val cried. “How do you know all this anyway, you two?”

“We have been doing this for years. Wilf was a member of the Burns Society. Val, you were there at the last one we had. Must have been?” Violet explained.

“Oh, I was there alright, working behind the bar. Sorry if I didn’t have time to memorize ancient Scottish protocol while fighting off the thirsty English hoards.”

“Can we all just calm down?” Paddy sounded exasperated, and it wasn’t even ten o’clock. “Look, I appreciate while Wilf was alive, and in Evie’s time we celebrated Burns Night.” He continued, a little firmer. “Me and Mazz tried to keep it going as long as Wilf was around, but he is gone. Let’s be honest, Wilf arranged everything. Even the piper was his mate from Kelso. Do you have his number Evie? I know I don’t.” The ex-landlady shook her head. “Come on, let’s admit it, we are just pissing in the wind.”

“Dad.”

“But it’s for Bernie. You do know it’s also her birthday?” Val said sulkily.

“Yes. I do know, and if I know Bernie, she would rather just go to the pictures and a Parmo, then all this fuss.”

“Would she really?” grumbled Val.

“Dad.”

“I do know how to prepare a good Burns supper, never had any complaints in all the years.” Vi sounded defeated.

“I brewed some ale specially.” Fred’s tone was flat in a way his beer never was.

“Dad.”

“Paddy is right. Burns Night was Wilf’s night and gave him a chance to show off without having to stand behind a pulpit.” Evie reminisced. “For one night only, he could be Wilf Mannion in a kilt and not Poplar’s vicar in a dog collar. If we can’t do it properly, we shouldn’t do it at all.” Evie nodded toward Paddy.

Thank you, he mouthed in return.

“Dad.”

“Does anyone else think we are overthinking this?” Val never took no for an answer.

“Yes.” Reggie cried.

“Basically, all we need is someone who is Scottish. I mean, if I have to hike up to the Borders myself and toss one over my shoulder and bring em back, I will,” Val quipped.

“Dad.”

“Not now, Tim.”

“But Dad.”

“Not now, Tim.”

“Do they have to be 100% Scottish?” Tim asked, facing Vi and Evie, who seemed to be the authority on this.

They looked at each other, but Val stepped in. “I don’t know Tim. I will just look at the rule book. Oh, look at that there isn’t one.”

“I think we would settle for a left bollock’s worth right now,” muttered a despondent Fred.

“Fred, there is no need to be vulgar! Reggie don’t listen to him.” Vi reprimanded.

“I could do it then,” said Tim.

“You have a Scottish bollock, Turner. Does Lucy know?”

“Jack Smith!” Scalded Violet as Reggie chuckled.

“No, Smithy, but my Gran was Scottish.” Tim blushed from the neck up as is the way of teenage boys when the whole room is looking at them.

“Your gran, so Marianne’s mother,” Evie enquired.

“No, Dad’s mam.”

All eyes moved towards Paddy, who seemed to lose as much colour as Tim had gained.

“OK, so I don’t think we are going to get any further today. We open in five. Everyone back to work.”

#call the midwife #bern's night chapter two #thank you for reading #Tim what have you done

[funituregonewrong]

Jerusalem - Dan Bern 

From the episode "The Shape in Grove Park" of Welcome To Night Vale

#youtube #dan bern #jerusalem #welcome to night vale

[illwriteyouasuicidenote]

Snowy Night, Bern, Switzerland

#Snowy Night #Bern #Switzerland