Going Gently

Bagman On The Bus

I tried to pay the bus driver with two Turkish coins this morning.
I got all excited when I saw the pile of coins on the chest of drawers in the bedroom , and thought I'll have them in order to treat the cottage to some shop bought flowers.
What do I know.....? A Turkish 1 lire coin looks remarkably like a small 2 £ coin....
Well in actual fact it doesn't to the Trelawnyd bus driver.
She Sussed my mistake in an instant!
And at least didn't kick me off the bus.
One of the other passengers , an old man who had seen better days , loaned me the cash. He was from Holywell and told me, rather too loudly, that I could give him back the cash when I cashed my giro.

Ps for those non UK readers...la giro is an unemployment cheque

What Fun

We went to Chester today for a spot of lunch and shopping

What fun

Hey ho ......smartarse

Tom over at http://tomstephenson.blogspot.co.uk
Kind of summed, in his last post, my lack of imagination .
And for once he is right.
True he left out my obsession with zombie tv shows and the occasional scotch eggs, but his message was very clear
" you're repeating yourself"
Here is the post...it is rather funny

"I am knackered. A long and difficult night shift followed by three hours on the end of the phone talking to practical jokers, and I get home to discover that all the chicken sheds have been blown over in the wind, and the badger has eaten all the chickens which have escaped into the churchyard, with a little help from the fox.

Oh well, I think, I might as well collect the last of the eggs to deliver to the old ladies of the village, but - bugger me - one of the dogs has got to them before I did.

Just as in The Archers, all of the flowers have been flattened in the hurricane as well, so this year's show is going to be very sparse indeed.

I thought there would be just enough time to squeeze Millicent's anal glands before Chris gets back from his very important meeting at work, but what do I find when I go up to change the duvet? One of the dogs has had an extremely loose bowel-movement all over it, and the cat has settled down in the middle of the stinking mess, purring away as if nothing has happened.

Hey Ho."

Now I was going to pretend I was going to leave blogging for a while.....just to put the cat amongst the pidgeons ones so to speak...but on reflection ( thanks vee) I wont...xxx
He says ( flouncing about )

" I Shall Say This Only Once"

Friend John is on the right

My visit of sheffield proved to be a short and ever-so-slightly surreal experience as I plunged from meeting old friend, Jane for tea at a nice but over priced wine bar in the centre of the city to sitting in the centre of a memorial hall sized audience of an am-dram performance of "allo-allo" in the " village" of Grenoside one of the many villagers which overlook Sheffield from the North West.

My old camp -as-Christmas friend John H ( who comments here as Bel Ami from time to time) was in his element. With a Nazi uniform complete with gold braid, Jack boots that Shirley Bassey would die for and a rather unfortunate scene with knockwurst sausage to contend with, he looked as though he was really enjoying himself on stage.

So I could forgive the atrocious acting by the leading lady, the interval raffle where you could win a small anaemic looking pot plant and the running commentary belted out by two old ladies behind me as it was all good natured fun in the tradition of Alan Bennett or Alan Akbourne.

As one of the old dears piped up during the interval

" there's nowt better than a bit of harmless old fashioned smut"

And I guess she was right.

After the show I shared a few pints at the local pub with the cast, who delighted at a semi serious post mortem of their performances and couldn't help thinking with some affection, that although I had wanted to leave the confines of a village for the much anticipated experience of a Northern City break

I suddenly did feel as though I had never really left Trelawnyd

Allo allo

Chris returns from Istanbul this evening, a day later than he thought at first. I had arranged to go to Sheffield today, so I have had to depend on the kindness of my sister and the neighbours to complete dog walking and chicken care.
I am popping over to Yorkshire to support a friend who is a bit of a frustrated actor/ performer.
He is appearing ( like you do) as a camp Nazi in the low brow comedy " Allo allo"
So there will much chewing of scenery and " listen very carefully, I vill tell you only once"
Harold Pinter it is not.....
But I am glad to be going over.....it'll be fun.
I'll catch up with Chris tomorrow.......if your reading this me old son......there is a cassarole in the slow cooker ( with dumplings!) and a strawberry angel delight in the fridge for your supper!
Hey ho

Sixth Sense

Over the last two shifts two patients have told me they were going to die.
They experienced a strange cold foreboding sense of doom from out of the blue.
And sadly, despite the best efforts of the nhs, both patients did indeed die
Now nurses and doctors out there will recognise this phenomenon
It leaves the hairs on the back of your neck standing up.
For invariably when a patient experiences this often sudden overwhelming emotion, it's time to get the defibrillator ready. It's as though their psychi has just been pricked by something unexplainable but something very honest....a premonition of extraordinary power.
Like I said, it's very eerie when it does happen.
And happen it does.
When the trappings of the 21st century have been stripped away, and people are able to listen to their inner voice the ability to " hear " those complex messages from that " sixth sense" centre can be so strong and extraordinary.
It happens on a much small scale every day to all of us.......we just don't pick up on how amazing thus gift is..

I always think of Chris often seconds before he calls me. This morning as I was falling asleep in the chair I turned to my iPad and thought " he'll call soon"
And he did!.....all the way from Istanbul .......this little gift, call it what you will, happens daily

We are clever and complex little machines are we not?

Bollocks

I bumped the Berlingo in Tescos car park this morning.
I was reversing out of a space holding scotch egg in my mouth, just as a chap was doing the same from the opposite parking space. Now he was just driving, he didn't have a scotch egg in his mouth ( that would be just too wierd) but our bumpers just about touched as both of us hit the breaks.
I bit down hard on the egg which bounced down into the foot well and got out out of the car with a groan
There wasn't a mark on the chap's car.
We couldn't tell if there was one on the berlingo......it's covered in bumps... so we left on good terms.
It's going to be just one of those days today.
When I was outside looking at bumpers
Meg had scoffed the egg on the floor.
It was the first one I had bought in two weeks!.....and they were on special offer!