Thursday, 5 March 2015
I'm off to bed shortly, but I wanted to share something
Ive just been to my sister's house for a meal with both sisters, bros in law and sister in law. My closest family.
My sisters had arranged a surprise for me.
"Something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue."
The new was a crisp white hankie
The borrowed a pen
The blue was a wonderful Scottie key ring
And the old....
Well the old brought tears to my eyes...as I thought it had gone forever some thirty years ago
The "old" was my grandmother's wedding ring
Today, I going to make an effort.
I have my face pack organised. My hair conditioner ready ( conditioner! What the f*~k is conditioner?) and intend to give my nether regions a good scrub with something abrasive a bit later!
Gawd all this intensive grooming lark!
Its a bleeding palaver! But I am seriously convinced that I shall look neat and presentable before the sun sets tomorrow night.
I understand there are some sceptics out there... ( next door neighbour John did give me a short lecture about not kneeling down in my wedding pants this morning).....put for once in my life I shall look the part
Chris has left me with the dogs and Albert this morning with strict instructions not to eat anything fluid in 24 hours. It may have been easier and cleaner for someone to pass a nasogastric tube on me....
YP's wedding card....the wag!
overwhelming and rather humbling. Thank you bloggers, friends , villagers and family alike......
I am now off for a relaxing soak in the tub!.....but before I go..I just need to thank Sarah for her telegram....she has won the telegram competition
Wednesday, 4 March 2015
The reason for my preoccupation was a rather exciting podcast episode of last night's edition of The Archers!
Now, for those not in the know, The Archers is a famous BBC radio soap Opera which has been running most nights since the 1950s. It tells the tale of a small farming community in the fictional village of Ambridge and has entertained generations of gentle folk when they are doing the washing up after supper!
The soap has gone off the boil somewhat recently, but has come back with a bang when disaster reared its ugly head and the river Am burst it's banks!
I loved it.
Old Jill and the other village grey hairs found themselves trapped in the Church with the vicar and I found myself giggling in delight on High Street when Neil Tucker started to ring the St Stephen bells to encourage the villagers to head to high ground! Shula, Alistair and Auntie Caroline battled the flood waters at the Stables while Clarrie and Lynda Snell saved a coffee table and the ever silent Freda Fry went all hysterical and tried to rescue husband Bert in a futile mercy dash across the village bridge!
And all this on the radio in just 15 minutes
Shit.....ive just remembered I ve just run out of furniture polish and the vicar's coming for supper
Tuesday, 3 March 2015
Trelawnyd in Winter...dont worry its not snowing yet!
Now I know most wedding plans have the occasional fly in the ointment so to speak as I am sure some of the followers of Going Gently can testify to.
So far, ( touch wood) things are going ok ( ish) . Thanks to my nephew the Berlingo will be back on the road within the hour, which will allow me to drive to Llandudno to sort out a few last minute payments for things on the day. Unfortunately the dog sitter let me down a few minutes ago so I was left with the prospect of finding someone to jump into the breach . Luckily my friend Eirlys ( she of the poultry farm and same taste in gravy fronted jumpers as I) gallantly said she would take the pack for the duration so that's another tick off the list.
I bumped into one lady who enters the flower show yesterday who told me that she was looking forward in coming to Church on Friday with her confetti and that she was surprised that the Rector was marrying us seeing that she didn't think that the Church of Wales " didn't do the gay thing as of yet!" Apparently she'd heard all this from someone at the Friendship Group over a cup of tea and a custard cream !
I put her straight ( so to speak)
and got home just in time to take a delivery of a VERY nice Marks' food hamper from Jimbo And Ron over at Ocean Breezes......I was cock-a-hoop when I opened it..... Thank you so much guys for the kind thought
The postman has been working overtime as every day we are receiving cards from all over the blogging world addressed to " John & Chris, Cottage near the Church , Trelawnyd , Wales"
"You seem to get a lot of fan mail from all over the world" he chuckled " why is that?"
" i'm an internet sensation" I told him
I don't think he was impressed.
I've just got back after jobs and found more cards through the letter box and two apple trees wrapped in red ribbons by the front door! More Wedding pressies!
Thank you to friends Wendy & Alan xxxxxx and thank you too for my Daryl Dixon fridge magnet!
Not many bridegrooms would have got one of these!
And Daryl Dixon
Oh and to really finish
A big thank you to K McLoughlin
Who sent us these delightful and beautiful items of Welsh pottery
Monday, 2 March 2015
Of course team Rick are a mistrusting lot, and for the first time in the series' history, it is him and his group and not the new community who possess the potential for being a threat to living a peaceful life. The question sits like the elephant in the room.....is Rick and co too far gone to live in the new order? Or will the group fragment as it adjusts to civilisation?
As Daryl sulked at the clean order of Alexandria and its Matriarch Deanna ( Tovah Feldshue) tried to get the measure of everyone, it was nice to see the survivors try to acclimatize to their new surroundings. Rick cried having his first haircut ,Carl got all shy with the new kids, Michonne brushed her teeth for 20 minutes straight and Carol, well Carol grabbed all the best scenes as she cleverly wrong footed the Alexandrian folk by pretending she was a ditzy bubblehead and not the badass we all know and love.....
I'm sure that will come in handy later on
Anyhow the new direction the series is following will be an interesting one, I'm sure.
Genius and clever manipulation.
I have a big man crush in the bloke from the beef stew advert......
If I was playing his character
There would be gravy down my apron
( the apron wouldnt have fitted so snugly)
And I would be alone in the kitchen watched only by a salivating bulldog
Who is your tv crush?
Come on! Own up,!
The Cadbury man