Thursday, 24 September 2015

A Friend To Sociability

The view just North of the Village This Morning

 Without having a shop or a post office now, the only true friend to sociability in daytime Trelawnyd is good weather.
During the hours of 8 to 5 the population drops significantly. The twenty or so sullen teens in their skinny legged pants and floppy hair have all been transported to the comprehensives down hill and the working population have driven away in all directions to earn a crust.
Only the retired, semi retired and very young are left.....the population of the village during the day may number around 100.
When it is cold and wet, I will see no one, save for neighbours passing or village elder Islwyn out in his fluorescent jacket .
On a bright air filled day like today, I shall see many Trelawnyd-ites.....
Sunshine lightens the soul and gets people moving.
Conversations in general are perfunctory and polite.
Pippa wanted eggs and agreed that Singapore airport was great for shopping
John Corrigan was congratulated on his show of nasturtiums
And Olwen regaled a short tale of a slight fall out with a neighbour.
Like I said nothing of great significance.
The man from Well cottage came out to make a fuss of Winnifred but she was having non of it
 and I spied Gay Gordon and Big Mary off shopping in a taxi. Big Mary dresses like I do, she always looks as though someone has thrown her clothes at her from a great distance
It's called " The wreck of the Hesperus" look.
I tried to find farmer Basil on our walk as I want to get his hedge cutter to do the field hedges, but I couldn't catch him but I did get a glimpse of Mrs Trellis with blue trotting gently by her side....
Back home satisfied that I have at least spoken to another human being, I've made meatballs and tomato sauce from scratch and a large wartime pan of carrot and coriander soup.
The last remaining apple tree of the old orchard is heavy with apples so I shall strew some later..The Prof loves stewed apple.



The grass needs cutting, I haven't made the bed yet and after a most strenuous bout of bulldog masturbation on the lounge carpet.
I need to give the rug a sponge down with a soapy cloth.........
Dirty girl



38 comments:

  1. What a gorgeous view you have. I'm taking Miss Sissy to the spring this morning to swim. Yeah

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    1. I hope miss sissy swims well

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  2. You are such a domestic whiz.. I do like the description of a day in the village and your cooking too John.

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    1. I am mary berry with a beard

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  3. All about you isn't it. Never mind us who are looking after dog Jack for the umpteenth time and he has just done something he has never done before, skidded across the carpet arse down. Even in the night time mood lighting I can see a mark on the carpet. What horror faces me in the bright sunlight tomorrow? All in a day's work for you I suppose.

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    1. Sounds like someone's anal glands need a little squeeze. Jack won't yelp for long. Really.

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    2. There is nothing more satisfying than an anal gland squeeze

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  4. Carrot and coriander soup? Do you share recipes?

    Try making stewed apples with a splash of Calvados sometime. =)

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    1. I would also like the recipe for the carrot and coriander soup, please.

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  5. this is why i don't like nice weather. when you live in a big city it brings everyone out, especially the crazies.

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  6. I speak to everyone I see when I take my daily three mile walk. Yesterday I saw one person and we exchanged 6 words. It is lonely out there.

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  7. This was so soothing to me right now.
    I lived in Buenos Aires, no matter the time or day there were people walking and driving and often singing out on the sidewalks.
    Now I live in a village ( A VILLAGE!!!!) in New York State and aside from an occasional jogger, I see no one unless I drive Into Town.
    Which consists of a hardware store, a Post Office and a Subway sandwich shop ... good god what will become of me ?
    I would So Much rather be looking out the window at something/somewhere similar to Trelawnyd.

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    1. I would love a shop here.....or even a tea room........

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    2. Who don't you open one? It could be a tea room AND a store. :) I love the part in the Mapp and Lucia books where Govida Plaistow opens a tea room in her front parlour. That as in 1926 I think. How times have changed - can you imagine the red tape involved in doing it now? (maybe a bier garten only with tea in the Ukranian Village? Open air tearoom and petting zoo!)

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  8. I am lost in admiration at the resilience of your lounge carpet. I'm amazed that by now it hasn't been scrubbed (and rubbed!) down to transparency.

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    1. Its seen a lot of action over the years

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  9. Makes us all want to move there, for a nice quiet day.

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  10. If each year of a dog's life equals 7 human years isn't she getting a bit old for hanky-panky (or imagining it) or am I just speaking for myself (don't let the farmer read this!)
    L.iving, as i do, well out of the village anyway I could easily go all day without seeing a living soul other than the farmer - I never let myself do that - I either ring somebody and invite them rouind (or go there) or take myself into our little town (only twomiles) and see who is around who fancies a cuppa

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  11. Beautiful view! And if its any consolation....I dress like Big Mary too. I would pay big dollars for peace and quiet.

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  12. The days in which I talk to no one are often my best.

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  13. Men who masurbate bulldogs require counselling in my humble opinion!
    This post touches upon how village life around the country has changed where during the week they become like ghost villages. In the past, there would have been much more "buzz" about a village with small businesses and workers much closer to home. At least that's how I remember my home village in East Yorkshire.

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    1. Very true....my worry is that one day villages will resemble hiusing estates in the country

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  14. Love the view! Quiet country living has its perks, I haven't figured them out yet as I no longer run around the house in the buff.
    Stewed apples sound good.

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  15. That view! Doesn't it always make you feel like you're living in a postcard?
    I have a girl cat now, she is delicate and would never think of doing such a thing. But the old male cat I used to have was a maniac! He used to do it on the bed every night...I think he was in love with me. Gawd, how I miss him!

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  16. You are a stalwart of the village and a domestic goddess to boot ;-)

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  17. Hope your town hangs on. It seems when the teens finish school, they move on. Leaves a town of aging people, at least that was my small farm town.

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  18. I love peace and quiet, too, like a couple of your commenters. But there are days I need to talk as well.

    That wasn't a very enlightening comment, was it? Okay, let me just say that Winnie would help you scrub up if she could. She is terribly embarrassed and would like you to know that.

    Another gently funny and engaging post, John. Thank you!

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  19. Sigh, Wish I were there...

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  20. Dog masturbation: always envious. Like when they lick their balls: tried the same but had to give up due to lack of flexibilty. Doctor's increased my medication.

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    1. You tried to lick your dog's balls Barry?

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  21. Barry, did you see a doctor ? or a vet ?

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  22. I like the idea of strewing apples. You could strew them in the field for Irene and Sylvia. Then you could stew some for the Prof. Love that photo of Winnie. "What marks on the rug? What's the problem?" She is shameless.

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  23. winnie is too cute to be a dirty girl. enjoy your home-made food creations!

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  24. NfA & JG: Mock the afflicted if you will. For a while, however, I was quite the sensation at our local luncheon club.

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  25. The dirty girl looks shameless (as dirty girls typically do)

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