Going Gently

Wednesday

Weaver brought in her first adolescent rabbit today.

It was lying in the living room with her sat proudly beside it when I got up

It was heavier and bigger than she is.

It’s like the ghost of Albert has arrived home.

Weaver had blood around her mouth

Mary is still with Trendy Carol so Roger went to counselling with me and slept in the car between walks

It’s stormy and wild here in wales

And suddenly cold too

People are panic buying petrol and the pumps in Rhuddlan were empty

Chicken and black bean sauce tonight

Flying Visit To London

Twins waiting for the train ! Me with my Roger Moore eyebrow

You can tell I’m almost blind in one eye👀

I tend to buy my twin sister a Christmas gift which centres around a trip to London ... We go to a show , together, have a nice meal ( she does some shopping) and we stay in a nice West End hotel.

Bish bash Bosh.

Covent Garden ideal hotel

Lovely ballet

The restaurant Sarastro perched at the top of Drury Lane was an odd affair, decked out in old opera boxes, the place is well known for its tarts boudoir decor and its porn murals in the toilets ! Janet was so impressed with the filth on the walls she forgot to flush !

Filthy buggers

I was telling my German friend how therapeutic these mini jaunts are

They remind me there’s a world bigger than Trelawnyd and busier than Wales

A Vagina On The Chopping Board

I worked last night and took a little time to explain to support staff just why I think it’s important for me not to do personal cares with female patients without a chaperone .

Suddenly I remembered this post from seven years ago and seeing it was a quiet news day today, I thought I would repeat it.

The post caused much complaint when I first aired it

I don’t quite understand why

“ The log lady had dropped a pile of seasoned wood a couple of days ago and this morning called around for her money as I was eating breakfast. She waited in the kitchen as I scrabbled around for the notes but was kept amused by Winnie as per.It was only after she had gone when I realised that I had left my vagina out overnight on the chopping board.
I think I may need to explain myself here.........

Nowadays male nurses are trained to catheterize women , but in my day this was not just so, and so when I went to work in the private sector with effectively no trained nurse back up. I told myself that I needed to expand my role somewhat.
The first step towards this was to get my hands on an anatomically precise vagina!
This I have done and off I went yesterday, searching the mysteries of the female " inner world" thanks to a rubber vag propped up on a baking potato!
The log lady never said a word”

Always A Drama

A Hopeful Roger

At six Roger has realised that sex is EVERYTHING , just as Bluebell lost her exhaust , Mary sans menopause burst into an elderly season. Now fair dos ……Mary , like a robust Diana Dors, is still on for a shag so drastic measures have had to be employed and she has been relocated to Trendy Carol’s complete with a whole new set of jumpers and coats.

Roger was so vociferous in his ardour I’ve had to send flowers to neighbours Mandy and John in way of apology. Weaver understanding a blip in dog hormones has suddenly appeared downstairs ready to take over as alpha

Me and Bun are clinging together like children

It’s all fucking drama

Sigh

Hey ho

Car problems

A breakdown

More expense

Real life can be tiring,

Circles of Daffodils

The Community Orchard now has a daffodil boundary on the common land outside the village. In the summer a wildflower border brings the fruit trees to life.

I always think it’s a simple but inspired bit of planting.

Today it’s sunny. Yesterday it was 19 degrees and the views of the hills from my counselling room in Abergele were sublime. I found myself gazing out at the sky between clients , enjoying the view like I do when I people watch on holiday.

The daffodils on the field wall are almost going over, but I cut a few with some untidy stems of eucalyptus to brighten up the kitchen.

I never tire of the view from my living room, and my garden hens look warmed and russet in the spring sunshine

The church view is sublime too, and the cats shadow me as I water the planters and check the honeysuckle for new growth.

I don’t want to be anywhere else today

Under Milk Wood

Like most people I know something about Dylan Thomas’ Under Milk Wood. Essentially I understand it to be a piece of prose for a myriad of voices, what I didn’t know it was a commissioned piece for radio

A poetical day in the life of the Welsh town called Llareggub (read it backwards) this stage version wisely projected the prose about the cast of eleven who were playing every character and scene with gusto and with an energy which was at times slightly exhausting they lived the sometimes bawdy words seemlessly together.

Slightly long at 2 hours 20 I was still happy with going and Theatre Clwyd is looking mighty fine after it’s refurb from 1970 Crome to rich 2025 larch wood and copper panels

It’s beautiful