Sunday, 17 May 2015

Letter From Trelawnyd

I didnt get to reply to yesterday's comments
I worked last night at the hospital and am due back on a full night shift again tonight
so I am off to bed , leaving the harrumphing Prof in charge of 
Bwthyn y llan.
I've asked him not to ring the Church bell for very long as I hope to be in full REM  sleep mode by 
11 am , but he told me that Christine Davies will be pulling the bell rope!
SO BANG GOES MY REST!

Anyhow
I saw Gaynor the mad organist yesterday who told me off for referring to her as " mad" on the blog
so, suitable chastised,  from now on I shall refer to her only as " Gaynor the wisecracking Organist" 
Anyway she thinks that the village meal thing to raise funds is a good idea and will think about my request for her to play the village Hall's piano decked out in an evening frock and long white gloves as the villagers are sipping their pre meal sherry!
I am sure I can dig a tiara out from somewhere for her to wear!
I'll tell her she can keep her tips!
Gaynor in her salad days

I've booked a Flower Show meeting for the 3rd of June at Auntie Glad's
All but one of the judges have confirmed but
I have yet to hear from old Mrs Roberts, the cookery judge who runs her judging stricter than any
senior member of the Gestapo, so I hope the old dear hasn't pegged it since the last show

Oh the responsibility!

Right, enough of this drivel, I have fed and watered the animals and am just about to creep under a cool duvet......it's time to disappear...I can hear The Prof swearing at something disgusting he has just found on the kitchen floor
Academics!
Hey ho

25 comments:

  1. Have a nice and quiet disappearens John.

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  2. Sleep sweet, and sweetly dream.

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  3. Reading about your life in your village reminds me of my favorite book series ,,,,,"All Creatures Great and Small" ( catapulted into the 21st century of course!) Each post is like reading a new chapter....Thanks!

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  4. That 'Academics!' at the end made me laugh out loud.

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  5. Faecal analysis is not to be sniffed at.

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  6. On her own blog, "Welsh Organ Grinder", Gaynor referred to you as "Beardie the Weirdie". She also called you a ****ing **** and a *******. After all, nobody likes to be labelled as mad. Make sure you lock all doors and windows at night.

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  7. Oh how I hated night shifts. Hope you wake up bright eyed and bushy tailed.

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  8. I wish I lived in your village! You make the Archers seem boring.

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  9. Just wanted to say how much I enjoy your blog. What a rich life!

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  10. another "mad crazy" day at your cottage!

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  11. My continuing education in insular slang! I looked up "pegged it", expecting something to the effect of "hang it up," and instead got "lit out," which is a more sever method of leaving the scene of the action. Imagine pegging it on a peg leg.

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    1. Here in US 'pegged it' means to understand quickly or 'get it' (a problem) correctly. I guess it's a matter of geography.

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  12. You are a busy man. Try not to rile up everyone in town.

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  13. I think a tv producer is missing out on a great series by not stopping in Trelawnyd and spending a couple of weeks. ;-)

    Sleep well!

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  14. I has an Academic........yeh he's not good at domestics either. It's a left brain/right brain thing.
    I also has an Artist and a Keyworker, so I'm covered for Everything.
    Depression Monkey is leering over my shoulder again (sobs).
    x

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  15. I envy Gaynor's impeccable posture, as I sit slumped in front of my computer. I should add slumping as one of my skills on my LinkedIn profile. Just as I suspect The Prof could add "Eloquent Profanity" to his.

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  16. Gaynor cuts quite an impressive figure in that photo. I love the sound of your plans for the village supper so far.

    Sweet dreams, and may they NOT be of poop.

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  17. I do hope you slept well! I have just now arisen and it's nearly noon! (and I don't work)

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  18. You need a white noise machine. Sleep Mate at Amazon.com.

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    1. Another vote of a white noise machine. Love ours. We leave it set to the ocean setting. It's like the sound of a giant breathing, which is oddly soothing. :)

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  19. Can we have a sewing category this year please? ;-)

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  20. Life is never dull in a small village....as long as you read Going Gently!!
    Hope the zzz's were deep and meaningful.

    Jo in Auckland, NZ

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  21. I wouldn't mind being called mad as long it's said with affection.

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  22. Cauliflower cheese must be pungent. Why didn't Winnie take care of the evidence?

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