Thursday, 17 December 2015

"You're maudlin and full of self-pity. You're magnificent!"


Yesterday, I was sipping a cocktail looking across the London skyline at the Glowing Shard. Today I'm dragging Albert's face out of a half constructed cottage pie in my pyjamas 
Winnie is unconcious  in bed, William is hiding somewhere dark Mary and George are asleep in the kitchen and its raining again. 
There is a massive brown patchwork of muddy paw prints to scrub from the kitchen floor. 
And sometime in the night William backed into the folded ironing board lying against the wall by the door and  has shat all over it. 
Welcome back to Trelawnyd

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  1. Home sweet home!

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  2. ah, the glamorous life in trelawnyd! have a large G&T whilst cleaning up!

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    1. No gin for me for a while.... Had some lovely " chilli gin" down
      at nu's...........

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  3. You have the patience of Job, just sayin.

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  4. new ironing board needed. you will never get rid of the smell.

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    1. I've dipped it in dettol

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    2. Won't there be a faint lingering whiff of dettol on all the Prof's shirts at work? Well I guess if there is ..... it'll just remind him of home and all the happy times he has there with you and the menagerie .....

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    3. He smells usually of someing very expensive

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  5. Would make me want to run away from home.

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  6. Gotta love British trains that can transport you between such extremes.

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  7. "From The Sublime to The Ridiculous"(PG) starring Earl Gray as The Dog Catcher, Nuala O'Shaughnessy as The Madam and Winnie Bulldog as Scooby Doo. Directed by A.Signpost.

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  8. Ah, the fabulous life!!??!

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  9. Ha ha! Life. :)

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  10. That has brought you down to earth, he' he' hee :)

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  11. Have you ever thought of 'running away'?

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  12. "How that cottage pie got in my pyjamas I'll never know!" (apologies to Groucho Marx)

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  13. What a homecoming. What we do to take care of our animals and sometimes feel so little gratitude. Maybe Albert will bring you a mouse later.

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  14. I said it once, I'll say it again... There's no place like Home!

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  15. You wouldn't want it any other way, now, would you, John?

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  16. Sounds like a day at ours...

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  17. OK... either there's a cottage pie in your pajamas (is that where you usually make them? British cookery tends to be mysterious to us yanks); or Albert was wearing your pajamas whilst burying his head in aforementioned pie (or possibly burying his face in pie that was wearing aforementioned pajamas); or you were wearing pajamas when Albert fell into the pie he was making (talented critter but prone to narcolepsy?). Which one was it?

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  18. The advantage of writing a blog is you can always say "at least I have something to write about now".

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    1. Even if it is about shit

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    2. I fell in the shit today. my wellie got stuck in the gloopy, poopy mud and I went arse over tit straight into the electric fence. Got totally covered from toes to waist. Am now going out into the street (busy junction too) wearing my jamas to put the bins out. It's all about the glammer!
      Good times. x

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    3. We could be twins

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  19. Awwwwww life always gets in way.
    But what a grand time you had !

    cheers, parsnip

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  20. I've heard of an apple pie bed but not cottage pie pyjamas...

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  21. Well John, there's always some drama at your place, isn't there, and life would be very dull for the rest of us if there wasn't !!

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  22. It's on days like those that I want to live in a one bedroom flat overlooking the sea, pristine and white with only one Pug for company ;-)

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  23. This sounds like you were walking around with a pie in your pajamas .

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  24. Strange place for a cottage pie ?

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  25. Ah well, there's no highs without the lows, eh? And no wonder William is hiding.

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  26. Back with a vengeance it sounds to me John.

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  27. Is this payback for allowing your friend to lie about your age... I mean your birthday?!?

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  28. 'Is that a cottage pie in your pj's, or are you just pleased to see me'?! Welcome Home.x

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  29. Why was there a half constructed cottage pie in your pyjamas? Welcome back to reality :)

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  30. Has this always been a talent of Williams's?

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    1. Unfortunately yes.......we often find turds pushed against walls/doors around 10 inches above the floor

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  31. And yet, dear John, you are perfectly centred at the heart of your family and most of the time as content as anyone who fits in their place can be.

    Oh sure, there are the cottage pie in pyjama days, but those just point up all the good days.

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  32. That William, he is so naughty!

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  33. And I bet you wouldn't want to be anywhere else really ! Home is wonderful despite all its flaws. !

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