Saturday, 15 September 2012

Throwing Like A Girl

The back of the Cottage and the field beyond

To understand the content of this post, you, dear reader , will need to understand the layout of our piece of Trelawnyd. As most ancient cottages, Bwthyn-y-llan lies directly on the lane which snakes out past the Church and down to the site of the Felin ( Welsh for Mill) and  towards the villages of Cwm and Dyserth.

Our back door opens to the lane where only a low wall separates us from the lane then the Graveyard wall beyond.
The ground in the graveyard is six feet higher than our back garden, so when the likes of the Guinea fowl wander around , hopeful of a little titbit from the kitchen, they can peer directly down onto the back of the house and right into the windows.
This afternoon it has been a day for catching up. I have picked onions, broad beans and potatoes, cut the lawn and walked the dogs ( a short walk as Meg and William are both slightly lame following their disastrous kennel stay).
I have also done a little baking and knocked up some jam tarts with some abandoned jam from The Flower Show. As usual I had some pastry left over and after hearing the guineas calling from the Churchyard I took the damp pastry outside to throw at them.
( now this does not sound too odd, as I must let you know that most poultry go absolutely gaga over uncooked pastry dough. They love it as fat people love cream cakes.....)

Anyhow I took a handful of dough, called the guineas over and lobbed the pastry at them without really thinking about what I was doing.
I threw the pastry like a real girl.
And with a plop the wet pastry slammed against the back window of a passing 4 x 4!

I very nearly legged it into the cottage I was that embarrassed but luckily I recognised the driver when she stopped to see what had happened. She passes down the lane most days.
"Sor--ry I called out....I was throwing pastry at the guinea fowl"
"Course you were!" she called out cheerfully as though it was the most normal thing in the world to happen to her on a Sunny Saturday afternoon


30 comments:

  1. Just another Trelawnyd day....

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  3. of course you were...love it!

    so sorry to hear about the dogs...I'd probably be in jail right now if I came home and found my cats in such a state...

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  4. Our lot like uncooked pastry as well. They like anything actually, including soup, chopped figs, rice pudding, and 'gone off' milk. Hope your little dogs get well soon. By now I would have had a temper with the kennels, and I think you are very patient to have stayed so calm. Or perhaps you are waiting to boil up, like a simmering volcano!

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  5. Delightful! I think your neighbors have grown to expect the unexpected. What a joy to have you as a neighbor.

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  6. We would like to live in Trelawnyd. xoxo

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  7. Well, if you are going to pepper a passing 4x4 with raw pastry dough it sounds like you picked the right one. Hope the wee laddies get to feeling right very soon.

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  8. Thought you would have been better after the snail lobbing practice!
    Jane x

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  9. Splat - I can just see it landing on the windscreen. She sounds like another of your nice, understanding neighbours

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  10. Remind me to avoid Trelawnyd on Pancake Day.

    Welcome back John.

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  11. Well, as she lives near you, it is the most normal thing in the world to drive through a Seussian event on her way to the shops. Perhaps she was just happy it wasn't dog poop!

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  12. Thanks for the laugh! Maybe you need to practice your raw pastry throw in an off-road location.

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  13. Of course you didn't mean to throw it at the car ( knowing your love of 4 X 4's in narrow country lanes )
    Are you phoning the kennels on Monday ?

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  14. your reputation preceeds you John LOL

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  15. Good job the passing driver was friendly. Do you run like a girl too? I am a girl and cannot throw or run or handstand or do anything sporty at all. I bet you bake beautifully though...

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  16. "Of course you were!" Laugh out loud.

    Are you following up with the kennels?

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  17. You make me laugh with your antics!

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  18. I hope you gave her some jam tarts. Didn't know about raw dough for poultry, but I guess it's just tarted up wheat.

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  19. We were passing through the other day, as we often do ... if the car is ever hit my flying pastry I shall know who to blame!

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  20. at least it was pastry!
    I have flung a bag of shit at a car before now!

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  21. And what are you planning on throwing at the kennel people? Canine crap would sound appropriate. I love how forgiving the 4 X 4 driver was.

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  22. I haven't been on my blogs for awhile and have missed reading your blog.. I can always count on you for a laugh.. I was reading about the dough hitting the back window of a 4x4 vehicle and was laughing.. Woke up my husband who is napping and he growled.. LOL~!
    Thanks for the joy of laughing at your adventures..
    Have a great day~! ta ta for now from Iowa:)

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  23. Hahahahaha!!!!!
    Great way to end my day. Loved it, John.
    Sorry to hear that Meg and William are still recovering; but hoping that means they will be well soon!
    Have a great Sunday. ♥

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  24. John
    You crack me up!
    Is it wrong to admit I rather like raw pastry too. Made a rhubarb tart yesterday and couldn't help a sneaky nibble.
    S

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  25. I hope you don't find anything else wrong with Meg and William, what terrible kennels.

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  26. I am @ Starbucks having my morning cuppa and started to LOL quite loudly at the image of the dough splitting on the windshield. I then had to explain to everyone in hearing distance what I was laughing at. They all had a good chuckle too :)

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  27. San Geraldo has found that when throwing anything he has the most success reaching his target if he aims somewhere else. He doesn't so much throw like a girl... more like a mis-guided missile.

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  28. The driver sounds like a friend of mine here who says "Of course you were" in that same matter-of-fact way.

    I'm sorry to read that William and Meg are lame as well! I do hope you let that kennel have it, John the dogs.

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  29. "I was throwing pastry at guinea fowl." Must keep that excuse in mind for future incidents!

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