Theatre Clwyd, Golf course embarrassment and Blanche remains a star

Caught up with Hazel this morning and accompanied her to Theatre Clwyd to see an exhibition by Welsh artist Helen Booth. Most of the abstract pieces are for sale, and Hazel being a bit of a new art buff, was hoping to buy a large painting for her front room. The art is certainly not my cup of tea, but is striking (left) and I was glad that she found a couple of canvas' she actually liked.
Thank god for Theatre Clwyd!. It remains a small beacon of cultural sanity for me along the entire North Wales coast....sometimes I do miss places such as Sheffield's Millennium Galleries, Weston Park Museum,Showroom Cinema and Lyceum Theatre, but at least I can shoot down the A55 and be sipping proper coffee at Theatre Clwyd's cafe in 20 minutes thus re charging my culture batteries.
In between art watching, and collecting horse shit from a local farm (oh how very Sex and The City!) I took the dogs and Jess for a walk along Bishop's Wood. I was late so all 5 dogs were pretty hyped, so I wasn't at all surprised when walking across Meliden golf course, a very angry passing Labrador started a fight between Jess and Meg. The two bitches had got to a bit of an "understanding", but like two slutty slags from the wrong side of the tracks it only took a tiny spark ( in this case a bark of a passing dog- instead of a ton of vodka and red bull) to ignite a bit of hair pulling.
Jess bit Meg ,Meg clamped onto Jess. William and George jumped in thinking this was all great fun, and all this in front of an elderly woman holding the aforementioned Labrador and four golfers waiting to tee off.
Meg bit harder on Jess, Jess bit hard on Meg. I pulled Meg off, and Jess jumped up and dragged her down again. William jumped in again, bouncing up and down on both of them whilst George ( seizing his chances) sneaked into the fight and bit Jess several times in quick sucession.
After a couple of minutes the whole thing was attracting a small crowd, with various people "tut tutting" and pointing at how badly behaved this bloke's dogs were. Red faced and rather pissed off I finally stalked off with one thrashing bitch under one arm , the other firmly clamped under the other and three dogs dragging behind on their leads.. Minutes later the whole thing had been forgotton, with a rather benign Jess licking the blood off a knackered Meg's face in the boot of the Belingo

No such bad behaviour from Blanche when I finally got home late afternoon. Still sat on her large clutch of duck eggs, she hardly moves all day. Water and feed is not touched at all, so we have to go through the daily ritual of dragging the irate hen off her nest, throwing her outside the hen house, for a brief pee,poo and snack, before she stalks back to the job in hand...muttering quietly to herself...