Trelawnyd Is Now Ready For The Zombie Apocalypse , Trev's Bum Jab and Other Stories

The village Community Association has once again proved itself to be a robust body of souls by preparing the village for the next zombie apocalypse
Now when I say Zombie apocalypse I'm actually paraphrasing their official line which goes as follows

Community Resilience Plan

The Community Association Chair, Nick Taylor, handing over the new generators to the Community Council Chair and Chairs of the Village Hall Committees. This will enable the halls in Gwaenysgor and Trelawnyd to be used as public rest centres in times of power outage, and civil emergency. This contingency is part of the Community Council's Resilience Plan. https://www.gwaenysgorandtrelawnyd.org.uk/community-resilience-plan/

Now We all know what they mean by civil emergency don't we children?????
Yes............. ....zombies!!!!

Four zombies

Nick handing over the new generator

I'm just about to leave to complete my speed awareness course and it's a lovely day to be lectured at.
There's a funeral in the church today but I didn't quite manage to catch village elder Islwyn to see who it was. That was being buried .
I've yet managed to catch the head honcho of the Trelawnyd Women's Institute too. Apparently I've giving them a talk soon! So I must do that this weekend.
I'm still giving Old Trev his daily injections and have had to leave myself a note on Bluebell's dashboard reminding me to do so.
I gave Mrs D a lift into Prestatyn the other morning and had to explain to her what the dashboard note proclaiming " Trevs Bum Jab" meant

I'll post the final entries in the postcard Challenge later tonight. It will be late as I'm off to the theatre with a friend
But I will leave you with a big thank you
A thank you to an anonymous blog reader who I suspect lives in North Wales
Recently I have received several gifts from unknown readers for which I am ( totally) very very grateful for ( you know who you are) and today I received a package with a handcrafted bowl in it...
Quite, quite.. lovely
Thank you

Funny

A friend from Samaritans sent me a message  tonight whilst I was on the phones
It said
"Valentine's day is hard for the newly single..I'm thinking of you!!! 
Followed by this cartoon

Bloody funny xx

Thursday

Busy day  today: another vet trip, other appointment in Llandudno, lunch with a friend and a sams shift tonight. Tomorrow Ive got my speed course to complete, brunch out with another friend then theatre with  yet another friend....I am not going down the depressive weekend of last when I spent too much time alone

I've started to pick the finalists for each of the postcard categories
So far 36 have been shortlisted but that number is destined to rise as the closing date is Saturday afternoon with the results given .......wait for it..........tralaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Saturday early evening!
I will judge any latecomers in two weeks time....and the best one of those will get a prize!
With today's cards the total number received will be 515

I loved this one

A Face Like A Dried Teabag

Fantastic 

The words  me and affable despot and international concert pianist don't automatically go together in my world but tonight Jason and I went to see Clair Hammond a professional tickler of the old ivories in concert at St Mary's creative space in Chester.
The concert was part of the Chester Music Society 's repitoire and It could be said that we were the youngest and most scruffy patrons there.
We had a cracking time.
Not only did we enjoy The flight of the bumble bee and various other lesser know pieces from Debussey and Rachmaninov- we revelled  in the fact that Jason was sat to a guy who was the spit of Grayson Perry and who had the best pair of fishnet tighted legs since Liza Minnelli was a girl.

Everyone including Mz Perry was incredibly serious and rather somber which was unfortunate as the pianist deserved a rather more rapturous applause than she received
That's where Jason's phrase " a face like a dried teabag" came from.
We giggled like schoolboys, but only in the car on the way home.
And .......All the way home.

Affable despot does culture

Wednesday's Postcards

Cake heals the soul

Thats what I think .

I'm sat in a cafe just outside the village after seeing a friend.

Im waiting for my sister in law to now arrive.

Ive bought take out cake for Sailor John and Mandy who live next door

Difficult times means cake

cake, like I said, heals the soul

The staff will think I'm either conducting interviews or am a serial philanderer 

More postcards today......the deadline is still Saturday and over 500 have arrived

enjoy

hummmmmmm!!!!!

471

I ve been on a set of nights and will be back blogging tomorrow.
Last week was a particularly difficult week emotionally
But its choir tonight and I'm catching up with The Walking Dead with a scotch egg supper later so I'm not thinking of what will or could be in my future

Again the final push for the competition continues
I thought  initially that I would receive , say 80 postcards
The total entered at the moment is 471!!
Here are the latest