Friday, 23 January 2015

Dogs Up The Aisle

There is a funeral In the village today
Chris asked me to check if the central heating had come on
So just after dawn I took the dogs out for their walk and popped in to the church to check and
for some strange reason the terriers ran up and down the aisle like little boys in a supermarket


Yesterday, was bright, cold and sunny
Here are a few observations of the day
  • I was cleaning the log burner out when Mrs Trellis burst into the kitchen with a bag of egg boxes., it always amuses me that she never knocks.. Apparently her bad tempered dog Satan had suffered a paralysis of his back legs last week, which she treated overnight with an intensive dose of homoeopathic medication administered every 15 minutes to the dogs gums!.....he has since made a full recovery!
  • Gay Gordon is back from hospital and has moved in with his girlfriend big  Mary.....I caught their neighbours with arm loads of belongings helping out with the move yesterday afternoon
  • The village schoolchildren sang at the friendship group at the village hall yesterday afternoon, chapel street was full of chatter and laughter when the group members left for home. I love moments like these. The village feels vibrant and alive.
  • Village elder Islwyn was seen mooching around the field borders with his trusty wheelbarrow. Without being asked he has , off his own bat, liaised with gentleman farmer Ralph to repair the gap in the hawthorn hedge in order to prevent the livery stables horses from grazing in the Ukrainian village

And all the while
Meg watches the world through Albert's cat flap.

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  1. Meg wishes she could fit through that door!

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  2. Sounds like Joe Orton's, 'Prick up your Ears'.

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    1. I said, sounds like Joe Orton's 'Prick up your Ears'. I love comments and will do my best to reply to all of them, not just the sycophantic ones.

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    2. Oh brother...even God had one day off

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  3. Topped and tailed with two great pictures John. Did you snap the church with your phone? It's a good 'un.

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  4. Aye, Mr Pud, there's competition for you in the old box brownie stakes there lad.

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  5. Meg's own window on the world, complete with sniffing privileges!

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  6. It sounds like a great community,,,maybe we will move!

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  7. The dogs were practicing for the wedding.

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  8. We have no stairs here. When we visit my sister down south, the dogs race up and down her stairs like it's a new ride at Alton Towers....

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  9. What a delightful image of village life you paint for us John. I wish we were part of such a close community.

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  10. You have such a wonderful way of perfectly creating an image in words of life in Trelawnyd... or anywhere you go.

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  11. It's a right episode of the Archers:)

    Thanks for sharing

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  12. Mrs Trellis has a bad tempered dog called SATAN? Maybe that's why he's so bad tempered.

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    1. Well he's in fact called scamp...but chris and I always refer to him as Satan because he's so bad tempered

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  13. All's right with the world. I see the sun is bright and shiny.

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  14. I wanted to say, "Oh! How I wish you wrote novels!"
    But then I realized that every story here is, in and of itself, an entire novel, only to be fleshed out by our own imaginations. Thank you for giving us the bones of these lovely stories.

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  15. this is exactly why your blog is such a joy...

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  16. Wish you'd taken a photo of the pups bounding up and down the aisle. What a lovely picture of village life you've painted us.

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  17. Ifit is as cold there as it is here then Meg has definitely got the right idea.

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  18. Well, obviously the terriers just wanted to snuffle and run someplace new. Will they be at your wedding?

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  19. I loved this. Your village is a nice place to visit through your eyes.

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  20. I want to live in your village - it reminds me so much of the one I grew up in in Devon - but your characters may be a little more exciting, although I guess as a child I didn't notice what the old codgers were getting up to!
    John, just read in the Jan. UK Country Living mag (best publication anywhere which why I subscribe, though costly), that one of the 'five most beautiful' English snowdrops is named John Gray. Described as - "A vigorous early snowdrop, with a big flower on a short stem. Does best in sun." You need to plant some of these - Meg would enjoy peering at them from her vantage point I'm sure!

    Stay warm - Mary

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  21. Sounds like all is well John Gray.

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  22. What a wonderful day.
    Small treasures to brighten up the day and heart.

    cheers, parsnip

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  23. It's great and amazing Satan's paralysis got treated with homeopathic medication. I've been looking into homeopathic approach for my kitties, too.

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  24. Parsnip said what I was thinking - small treasures to lift our hearts. Thank you.

    That photo of Meg is priceless.

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  25. Lovely Meg using the cat flap as a viewing window on the world.

    None of our dogs stick their head out of the cat flap but Charley has just learned to use it properly, so she nips out to the toilet whenever she fancies .... and so ends the longest spot of puppy toilet training I have ever lived through!!

    Your village sounds lovely ... I miss village life. Living dotted around a hillside as we do with no footpaths connecting the houses is not conducive to meeting up with neighbours much :-(

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  26. I like this ;post so much.
    (did you know that "satan" is an Hebrew word?)

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    1. It means adversary dies it not?

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  27. How I love the community you live in. Lucky, lucky, lucky you. And lucky community since you contribute so generously to it.

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  28. Sounds so like it is as it is but I would want to change it all.x

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  29. I love that you added the photo of Jessie to your sidebar. :-)
    Meg.....could she be any sweeter!

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  30. A lovely village picture, I love reading your blog John
    Twiggy

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  31. Wonderful post, John. Hope you all have a fantastic weekend. ♥

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  32. The world would be a much happier place if we all could live in a village like yours. Don't Meg and Albert have a "thing" going?

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  33. What a nicely busy village.

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  34. What a delightful story John, the church, the dogs running up and down the aisle, a dog called Satan, I read your blog daily and what I get is normality in a Welsh village... priceless!! Love the last pic, sweet Meg watching the world go by nose in it tail indoors where it's warm.

    Jo in Auckland, NZ

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  35. That was lovely John x

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  36. I just realized that Meg looks exactly like a dog I used to have (Boomer).

    The church yard picture above would be a great reference picture for sketching. It's just beautiful.

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  37. Gee, I wish you knew what Mrs. Trellis put on her dogs gums. My hubby has gone lame this week.

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