It's going a missmash of a blog today.
A missmash sort of day it has been
Yola's Father I.P.Jones
I crossed the road to say hello and strange as it sounds also a final goodbye for the couple are due to leave Trelawnyd very soon.
I first met the Endres when I was collecting information on the History of the village.
( see http://trelawnydhistory.blogspot.co.uk/2011/06/mrs-iola-endres-nee-jones.html)
Iola Endres is one of the last of Trelawnyd's Royalty still living in the village. She ran the village shop as her father had done for many years and knows the history of the place inside and out. Now, after a period of ill health her and her husband are off to live near her daughter in Manchester.
I wished them well, but it wasnt a happy encounter.
Back home I made a lentil dahl for supper
No doubt we are now in for a night of THE SHITS!
Meg nursing a dickey tummy
But the effing thing leaked in the oven , leaving a tart only 4 mm thick!
I salvaged two wafer thin wedges and later will take them up to my friend Bob ( the ex poultry farmer who taught me how to " neck" a chicken) who has just come out of hospital.
Mind you, looking at the state of the slices , I'm not sure I'll bother
Oh the shame!
They look as though Ive sat my arse on em