Bata

 My Spanish teacher José ( with a quiet Catalonian é) had me envious on our last on line lesson, for he was wrapped in what looked like a fluffy dressing gown, which looked amazingly attractive to a Welshman rapidly approaching his mid sixties. 

So I did bang on about it ! ALL LESSON! 

The Spanish for dressing gown is bata, and in all of my adult years, I’ve never owned one. What an odd fact to admit to ! …….well that all changed today when a bata was delivered all the way from Spain 

Thank you José Espinosa , it’s bloody lovely … Sangriento encantador! 

11/11

  

 · 5͏ ͏N͏o͏v͏e͏m͏b͏e͏r͏ ͏a͏t͏ ͏1͏9͏:͏5͏  Alun Hughes

Silent soldier silhouette at village hall

As we approach remembrance Sunday, the poignant silhouette of the silent soldier reflects on our village hall, as a tribute to those brave soldiers from our village and surrounding Community who, made the supreme sacrifice during both world wars. 

Thank you to Dai Ellis for arranging this. 

WE WILL REMEMBER THEMThis was written by Alan H on the village Facebook page

The village has burst into autumn, with russett reds, warm yellows and comfort browns on almost every tree. The TCA s orchard is almost bare but the fruit and oak saplings look as robust as my own laburnum, still standing proud in the graveyard. 

The war memorial Trelawnyd see link

https://disasterfilm.blogspot.com/2011/11/joseph-hemelryk-of-trelawnyd.html

This old post has some old blog followers of interest commenting xxx

My Favourite Things

Around 3 am there was a big crash from the living room 

A second later I heard Weaver running up the stairs 

There was the sound of breaking glass 

I guessed she had knocked the Ocean is calling and I must go poster off the fireplace 

But I couldn’t be arsed checking

Another second or two both Welsh terriers galloped up the stairs 

Both frightened 

Both needy 

And moments later both had jumped onto my bed with Weaver bouncing in behind them 

The Sound Of Music re imagined 

We slept all together til dawn

IKEA

Met a friend and had meatballs in IKEA

Bloody lovely ……bought a vase too

 

Heart on my sleeve

 I admit to this 

“ I can’t hold my own water”

I say what I think and damm the consequences 

It’s gotten me in trouble many times….recently once at work ! 

In the village I was once conscripting help for the flower show door to door and one resident ( transferred in to the pensioner bungalows from a nearby village) bad mouthed the management of the show to my face… I retaliated with a generic “well you are a wonderful bag of laughs”👀👀👀👀👀

Which she countered by calling her grandson and his friend ( who were having supper) to the front door to deal with me 

I honesty thought my number was up , as it all resembled a scene from Deliverance, but I escaped a punch by laughing at the redneck situation ….

The resident moved back to her village soon after and I applauded the move 

She was a nasty cow.

Even her sister , who lived nearby hated her with a vengeance 

The Archers

The fire is keeping the cottage cosy. 

The Archers had Vince Casey waiting for a Spinal Injury unit bed 

In reality he would be going to the Shropshire Centre in Oswestry 

One of only 11. 

I worked in the second largest in Sheffield 

Vince broke down after having a bowel accident on tonight’s episode, (quite a difficult thing to act on the radio) but I applaud the sensitive way the situation was handled

Embarrassment and healthcare go hand in hand , and I should know 

Last week my flip/flow valve came adrift at work and in a second or two I effectively wet myself 

The support worker I was with at the time helped me sort everything out with good humour and a no nonsense approach perfect for such events. In minutes I was back on the ward ( albeit in a pair of loaned joggers) and half an hour later my uniform was clean and pressed and I was back to work quick sticks as if nothing had happened. 

My colleagues were stars that night

Matter o’fact, professional and sensitive 

And I thank them 

For their kindness 

 

Hey Boo

 

                            
 When 10 year old Mary Badham gently says “Hey Boo” she does it with all of the grace and wonder of a Meryl Streep. The line almost breaks your heart, and is my favourite scene in To Kill A Mockingbird.

I’ve got home after a unusual busy day shift and have gone straight to bed with Mary in tow 

Mockingbird is my company tonight

Hitchcock ? More Like The Vicar!

 

The Great British Bake Off  contestants are a boring lot. 

I streamed making a casserole tonight watched by a Spanish IT expert, the Polish actor and a wise cracking Irish city man who said I sounded like Julia Childs. 

All were surprised that I made it from scratch

I couldn’t bake being watched by tv cameras and Nigella Lawson I’d go to pieces

I remember swearing on my driving test

And I still passed! 

Around 3pm I had a lay down in the front garden to watch some clouds and 

Mrs Trellis stopped by the gate and asked me if I was sending her a Christmas card this year 

I answered in the affirmative 

and she looked slightly disappointed 

“ if you’d said no “ she explained “ I would have given to charity” 

I asked her to join me in cloud watching knowing full well that she’d refuse 

But She didn’t refuse 

But stood by the gate looking skywards as I laid back down 

“ do you see that cloud ?” I pointed out upwards “  It looks like Alfred Hitchcock “ 

She squinted like a Mole, her beret slipping to one side and she smiled gently

“ looks More like the ex vicar ! “ she said 

Tongue firmly in cheek, me thought…….