Dream

 Last month my former mother in law died. It was peaceful by all accounts and I was informed by my nephew in messenger and a few days later my ex husband by email. I’m still not quite sure how I feel about it. It’s been over eight years since we spoke last, and that , in the great scheme of things is a long time, especially when you have processed a grief once already. 

I was back to work last night, and so had a nap on the trendy blue sofa with Mary and Bun before I went .It wasn’t a restful sleep, the anxieties of returning to work with a catheter in situ , put paid to that, but I did dream about My ex mother in law, and saying goodbye to her on the station. 

She would always cry when we said goodbye, invariably my husband would already be at work when she left for Kent, so it was my job to get her safely on the London bound train, but I remember her bottom lip would always tremble as she tried to be brave, and I would chivvy her along with a bit of banter and a hug.

I wasn’t really dreaming was I?

I was remembering 

When I’m 64

 Janet and I are 64 on Monday. She’s been up to do the garden today as my birthday gift and place looks clean and tidy and lovely in the late spring dusk, as she has also planted geraniums in terracotta pots to fill in the gaps.

The honeysuckle always flowers thickly on June 1st and already the scent above my front door is heady and is invading the whole cottage like an old friend visiting. Already I’ve had birthday gifts delivered, a novel from Australia , a cheerful Ukrainian flag coloured jacket from the German. We only get post once a week now, so I’m lucky if any cards will be forthcoming but I’m hoping.

Deliver Us

 We all want to be delivered to a promised land in some shape of form . Promised lands can be hidden away in our psychi. They are not only ways of living but they are dreams and hopes and wants and wishes. 

Sometimes they are just peace of mind.

That’s why this song can be a powerful watch

A Catheter Malfuction

 Yesterday’s pissy theme has carried on today , for towards the end of The Crown’s quiz, I experienced what only could be described as a catheter malfunction . 

Luckily , I was on a busy table, where I could excuse myself without attention, and by a small miracle I managed to get outside without leaving a drop of bodily fluid on carpet and flooring. 

Thank goodness we had held the production meeting beforehand , with affable despot Jason, the velvet voiced Linda and newbie member Ger the “Choir” ( he sings in the Male Voice Choir)

I have to cope with such mini disasters and texted the Randas with my apologies.

People are very kind

A TV Pissed on !

This is adorable 

 Weaver back peed on my huge 12 inch tv last night

Just as I was warming to her, as she showed a minimal interest in the dogs daily walks with Bun she lifted her tail and piss, piss piss three urine stains infiltrated the screen just as I was watching the pot boiler Written On The Wind with a slutty nymphomaniac  Dorothy Malone..

Now my tv looks strangely alien 

I’ll kill that fucking cat 

Have You Got a budgie?

 If living in Trelawnyd had a sound theme, then it would be of the chatter of sparrows.

The heavy bangs of honeysuckle which obscures most of the front door and the beech hedge and Buddleja that dominate the back garden are generally always filled with them , and boy do they chatter and bicker and chirp. Especially when the weather is warm and fine and on sunny, days when the doors are wide open and the windows let the breeze fill the cottage with the smells of the countryside.

Wood pigeons coo from their Yew tree in the Churchyard, and I can detect the songs of thrush and blackbird, the seesaw of the coal tits and the real chattering of the common chaffinch which feed from next doors’ bird table. 

From the large trees beyond the Manley’s ancient still house,come the rooks cackle and caw and they add to the din so much so that when I was on a zoom call earlier my caller asked me if I owned a budgie, so loud was the calls and whistles from the garden, land and field.

Seagulls yaw, from above the Gop and buzzards often cry out as they circle the hill, and sound like cats as they do so. 

It’s a bird village for sure

My part of Trelawnyd 

My cottage just left of centre

Look in the churchyard and you can see my laburnam’s shadow 

Run Run like the wind

 The German is on a roll and this last AI offering had me in stitches.

Hey ho……..I haven’t run like this since I Stepped on the frog with Winifred in tow. 

The promised warmer weather has finally arrived and I’ve flung open the cottage windows again to the elements. 

Mrs Trellis stopped by, I haven’t seen her in an age, and she’s looking a little frail but still retains her indomitable spirit.

“ you need a shave” she told me before saying that Weaver had a “ witches Cat look” 

We have a Trelawnyd Production Company meeting on Monday….Pippa is holding a tea party in the Rectory grounds and we need to think of some entertainment..

Oh errr….I’ve just listened to a most explosive episode of The Archers. Brian , Debbie and Adam, all very Shakespearian! 

He’s peaked aka def Deutsche 

The shirt has food stains on the front ! 

Nu

 It’s Nu’s 60th today ….she looks 40 ….I’d planned to go to Surrey for her party on Saturday  and had booked a hotel and rail ticket, but recent events have precluded the visit . 

I wish I was going , so much. Xx