Snowdrops in the Churchyard
Finally, after Gertrude desposited another flurry of bad weather on the already soaked and dejected citizens of the United Kingdom, we have been left with a sunny day.
Like extras from a spaghetti Western , the population of Trelawnyd seems to have stirred itself from hiding away behind closed doors ( after the bandidios have struck ) and could been seen pottering around their houses, and enjoying the weak sun.
Some, like Gay Gordon and Big Mary , just waved weakly like the ageing Queen Mother , from a bedroom window whilst the more energetic , like Mrs Trellis ( yes I have returned her to her more formal title) marched around the country lane in a new bobble hat.
I promised Mrs Trellis that I would pick her up at the garage on Wednesday morning. Apparantly she had a bit of a bump the in car negiotiating a sticky parking space at Blue's dog obedience classes. I wasn't quite sure if the classes were working because Blue was bouncing around on his lead as if he had been slipped an LSD tablet, but I didn't say anything.
I saw and spoke to Jo who was out with her new Whippet Lilly. Lilly is the most technology advanced animal in Trelawnyd as she has a satellite tracking system attached to her collar. This was ever since she escaped for five long hours and covered most of Denbighshire and parts of Flintshire in her bid to find home.
I didn't see Auntie Gladys but I am sure I glimpsed her duster flicking away the non existent dust from her window ornaments but I did stop and talk to Terry and Anne who warned me off any more verbal battles with the guy with the staffies who lives in the bin bag windowed hourse.
" Your not as young as you think you are " Terry warned " at our age something can give during a fracas"
I wondered what he meant ? Knowing my luck it would be my bowels.......,
Anyhow moving on.
Farmer Basil was out as was Gentleman farmer Ralph and the Polish guy from Well Street, all received waves as did the lady with dementia off Hight Street, who was sat polishing and repolishing the glass at her kitchen window and only a minute later I spied Margaret from Erw Wen, who asked me if I can look after ten of her hens on the Ukrainian Village. They arrive tomorrow, it will be lovely to have more life breathed back into
More waving this time to Sailor John, Maureen from the Friendship group, Dr Barnsley and old Muvvie who always over revs her engine at T junctions and I were almost home with Mary and William, then it was out with slow coaches George and Winnie......we didn't go far, just to the Churchyard, but we did catch up with old Stan ( who is 90 and looks 70) and Trendy Carol before returning home at 10 .30am.
The Prof had just retuned from a Breakfast meeting up with a colleague.
" see many people when you were out" he asked
" Just a few" I replied