It could have been somewhat of a depressing day today as everyone I know seem to have their own woes and down times at the moment.
Things often happen like this, don't they?
I saw my elder sister who is worrying herself about a knee replacement operation and like our grandmother before her, she prefaced every comment about the operation with the phrase "God Willing"
Eventually I tired a little of all this and felt I had to yell rather dramatically
"for god's sake the time when trauma patients died on the operating table during a knee operation Florence Nightingale was slogging her guts out at Scutari!"
Let's hope my counselling skills hit the appropriate spot !
Well it made her laugh just a little
I walked the dogs on the beach, then dropped off some flowers for my great niece who is sixteen today, and finally I took some more flowers and a card up to Pen-y-Cefn which is on the outskirts of the village.
Mrs Jones died peacefully in hospital yesterday.
This short video of her and a slightly stern looking Olwenna Hughes was one I "took" a couple of years ago. It was in response to a request from someone in blogland to hear some conversational Welsh
"Nos da Mrs Jones""Nos da"
I saw gentleman farmer Ralph earlier who told e that when he was a young thing he remembers the sheep shearers going back to mrs Jones' farm for their helping of home made rice pudding which she made in an old oven which was heated from the firenice memories