Things That Go Bump In The Night

 

Just after four thirty this morning I found myself suddenly wide awake.

Had there been a crash ? 

Or had I been dreaming? 

I lay in bed for a while. 

Mary was asleep , curled up on my right side. Bun next to her. 

Bun was awake and her head was up listening.

I gathered my urology piping and went to investigate 

Weaver was sat on my desk, with her eyes to the ceiling.

I could swear that she was whistling 

Lying smashed in the inglenook fireplace was my gargoyle 

His decapitated head in the centre of the hearth rug. 

When Weaver was a kitten , she would often hiss at the gargoyle’s angry face as he sat quietly watching the room. She wasn’t keen on my dinosaur pottery figure either and even the stuffed dog toy I bought in Kenmare when I visited Nu had been spat at and cuffed as he sat in his box behind the sofa

I flicked two fingers up at Weaver who was pretending to ignore me and placed the gargoyle’s head on the mantlepiece

 

Where do u want to be John ?

Just worked a long day shift

I’d like to be in Madrid , 

But in the Autumn.

When it is cooler

I miss Dorothy tonight, who used to lick my feet until they tingled

I’ve been on my feet all day.

Weaver is in a particularly nasty mood tonight

As Bun greeted me with a yowl when I got out of Bluebell smelling of sweat and death

She sat low in the gloom of the weeping laburnum tree in the back garden 

And scowled 

Mary is not well tonight ,

I’ve given her pain killers 

And her breathing is now easier❤️

This was her twelve years ago 

When she sat in my paella bowl 

 

Timing

 

Jesus, sometimes planets just don’t align do they ? 

Today a friend of three years , called in on his way past from a holiday in Ireland .

He messaged me out of the blue.

I haven’t seen him for over a year, and when we last met, any potential romance wasn’t on the cards as he was negotiating a drama ish break up of his own and even though I fancied him rotten way back then , I accepted the situation with some measured maturity I thought 😕…yeah! 

Today , I fed him tea and cakes, and we talked films and theatre and gossiped and laughed about life in general and his past year regrouping and when he got up to go, he totally surprised me, on the doorstep with a kiss that could have floored a Disney Princess

“I ‘ll call you” he sang out as he walked to his car, waving

My cheeks were burning….

Jesus, I thought , I hadn’t expected that at all …..and I noted that I hadn’t mentioned the surprise of the kiss as well as the presence of the fucking catheter once

And before you comment dear reader 

They are important details…….

Hey fucking ho

Je Crois Entendre

 In 1988 I saw my very first Opera.

It was The Pearl Fishers by Bizet

One aria Je Crois Entendre, “ I think I hear”

Will always remain one of my most favourite pieces of music 

Sung below so beautifully by Pene Pati

I still believe I hear
hidden beneath the palm trees
her voice, tender and deep
like the song of a dove
oh enchanting night
divine rapture
delightful memory
mad intoxication, sweet dream.
In the clear starlight
I still believe I see her
half drawing her long veil
to the warm night breeze.
Oh enchanting night
divine rapture
delightful memory
mad intoxication, sweet dream.
Charming memory.

Family

 Yesterday, we celebrated my brother in laws’ 78th birthday. It was lovely to catch up with family, my niece and great niece and her partner in particular , all of whom I haven’t seen in an age as I’m usually working on weekends. 

It was nice to show off too, because, out of nowhere,  I was suddenly pricked by the ghost of my story telling mother last night, and launched myself in a few village tales to a new audience .

Hey ho

 

A Pack Of Welsh Wolves

 

Regular readers will know that I seem to have an eye for the sweetest of small human moments. I’m recalling one such moment now, from the village tea party of a few weeks ago. 

A friend to many in the village , is a chap called Nick

A bright and lively man, Nick, is facing a rare neurological illness which has affected him physically and psychologically, but still he arrived with a friend to the party and seemed immediately surrounded by more male friends from Trelawnyd. 

I watched them carefully, and was reminded of the close bonds forged by the male pack members of a wolf family. 

Without fuss, one friend brought a chair, another a drink and yet another put a gentle hand on a shoulder as they chatted away, watching the band play and the visitors gossip. 

As one pack member moved away, another took his place and for a group of Welsh men, not always known for their emotional intelligence , I saw a great deal of love and care in those simple interactions. 

I too joined the pack circle that afternoon, and thought at the time just how lucky I am to be a part of such a group of such genuine people .

Just a thought

For all my.  Friends 

 

For Roger and. Mary 

For the German 

For me

Village Life

 Life in Trelawnyd rumbles on regardless of any single person’s news and affairs. The pea hen who has taken up residence in several gardens in the centre of the village remains stuck and seemingly happy here and the Hall’s youth activity initiative seems to be another success indeed thanks to villager Colette

The Go Green club has cleared the pond again, and thankfully last night the rain has fallen so I hope the pond has had some influx of fresh water. I will pop down tomorrow to see the hard work, I’m only sorry that I’ve not been able to help.

Dave smith  has photographed meteors during the clear weather , and later this month the centre of Trelawnyd will be closed for pot holes repairs

Life plods on. 

I’ve started to collect the cups from last years’ Flower Show winners, and it’s nice to see that the Apple Festival returns again

Below Air Fountain.

Dance-of kalagayis

By 

Daniel Wurtzel