There was no one about, except the ubiquitous Mrs Trellis and her greyhound cross Blue.
They were heading for The Marian.
As I stopped to say hello, she waved her hand for me to listen and half spoke/ half whispered a poem.
It was her own poem about Blue, and the things he " saw" and experienced on his morning walk.
It wasn't long and when she had finished, off they went together quite happily. Mrs Trellis in her neat hat and Blue trotting quietly next to her in his matching coat.
I was taking in this little vignette of Trelawnyd when I spied "Kitty" walking purposefully down High Street . ( Kitty is the maker of the now infamous slippers of sex) . Now you don't see Kitty very often as ill health ( rheumatism and bad gums) usually keeps her indoors, but today Kitty was a woman on a mission.
" Hello John Bach " she called out .
I asked her where she was off to
" The council workmen finish working on the pensioner bungalows today" she sang out " and the buggers have two of my best buckets!"
Bernard " The German" was outside the cottage when I got home. He wanted eggs.
" vere is your car?" He asked pointing to the oil stain on the empty drive
He always sounds like Captain Geering from " Allo Allo"
" It died" I told him and Bernard shook his head seriously
He looked depressed
" We have a Volkswagen....I vont my money back"
I'm living in a parallel universe
During the recitation I hope you managed to keep a straight face - and when she turned away you didn't guffaw explosively.
ReplyDeleteSo far from Cro's experiences.
ReplyDeleteIt is, Tom, it is - John's experience and attitude to life so very different to Cro's, that miserable git. He lives in paradise, gorges on freshly picked girolles/chanterelles and still manages to show off his now closed for winter swimming pool in that look-at-me-and-my-woos way that defines him. I suppose he thinks that fake attitude distracts from the show-off he really is.
DeleteNow, before you, my dear John, the peacemaker, go all pale: I would say all this to Cro's face. However, the slightest, even when well argued and carefully indeed politely worded, criticism of the mighty Magnon and some of his frankly bizarre political views will earn you his universal and rather unimaginative condemnation as "Idiot" - and get you banned from his comment box. That is the extent, and as far as it stretches, of his intellectual capabilities of civilized discourse. Tolerance of other people's views does not feature in his spectrum.
His one redeeming feature? He likes you, John. Not that that is hard to do.
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Ah; she'll still around. I'd missed her. Feeling better now dear?
DeleteHow sweet
ReplyDeleteThese things are dear to her heart and, I suspect, shared with few. =)
ReplyDeleteThe sweet companionship of a pet.
ReplyDeleteListen Johnno...
ReplyDelete"I have got a dog called Blue
He likes to bite and chew
But when I walk him past your house
He always does a poo!"
A lady in a hat is good, but rather depends on what sort of hat. Hopefully it was not a beanie such as you have been seen in or a fisherman's hat.
ReplyDeleteDo women often quote poetry to you? You lucky guy!
ReplyDeleteShe is a sweet and rather mystic lady, yes?
ReplyDeleteCan we have a photo of Blue one day please. I'd like to be able to picture him and Mrs T in my mind when I read about them.
ReplyDeletePhoto of them both here
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you will miss the village if/when you move.
ReplyDeleteI found myself reading that with a Welsh accent
ReplyDeleteWeird
I found myself reading that with a Welsh accent
ReplyDeleteWeird
not really; I often read john's posts in british english (as opposed to american english).
Deletethis day would have been complete with a pleasantry from auntie glad!
ReplyDeletewhen does the new car arrive?
What a world you live in!
ReplyDeleteI had a Standard Poodle named Bleu .. he was blue. Really , blue.
ReplyDeleteHe was gorgeous and he was sort of stupid. But he liked to play with the children.. what more can you ask of a dog?
I read todays post in Colonel Klinks accent LOL
My friend (of solid German descent, when I think about it), wants the money back on her diesel Passat.
ReplyDeleteA little glimpse of real life which is quite surreal.
ReplyDeleteI have a little dog named Frisky
ReplyDeleteHe is a very intelligent pup
He can stand on his hind legs
If you hold the front ones up
Living in a village and experiencing village life - that is your parallell universe John and long may it continue. Better than living somewhere where you dont even know your neighbours.
ReplyDeleteMy day has been weird ..... going from place to place for a new inner tube for a wheelbarrow wheel, seemingly impossible to get. Finally tracked down a spare wheel in B&Q, now I'm off to the vets with a chicken with a badly infected eye. I don't know what she's done it was fine yesterday :-(
ReplyDeleteAhhh, sweet life in a village. But why is the store in a garage?
ReplyDeleteI saw my neighbour in a hat and had to stand and listen. I watched her greyhound cock its leg and hoped it wasn't......... well you get the picture. Poetic no????? :-)
ReplyDeletePoetic yes ! I liked that :)
DeleteOh those buggers! :)
ReplyDeleteYou really do live in a little slice of heaven.
ReplyDeleteI think Mrs. Trellis has the perfect dog for her right now.
ReplyDeleteSo much happiness.
cheers, parsnip
It's nice to hear about Mrs. Trellis and her new dog - a good match, it seems. It is good to have company in this life.
ReplyDeleteSomehow I was surprised to read that you buy bread. I have always envisaged you makiing it, as you do so many other things.
ReplyDeleteEchoing jenny_o as well.
Even i , donestic godess, has to rough it
DeleteNeighbors here in San Diego cannot match the ones you have.
ReplyDeleteI fear there are no neighbors where I live that could match the ones he has either.
ReplyDeleteHow sweet. I love your village.
ReplyDeleteThat's such a great moment to share. Thanks!! Love it!
ReplyDeleteOh John Bach, I bet they are all very fond of you x
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