People Day

It's Friday morning and Winnie is noisily trying to retrieve a couple of rogue garden peas from under the kitchen cabinets
She has the nose of a blood hound and will not rest until anything edible is found and devoured .
I am late up today as I was at Samaritans on a night lift last night.
True to form I was stopped by the police on the way home.

It a " people " day today.
I called in to see how Jason and his heroic hand was doing only to left standing in a queue of small boys by his front door who I presumed were waiting to play with liv, Jason's youngest.
They weren't
After I had found out the " hand" news
Jason cheerfully piped up to the boys " Are you ready for a game of football?" 
They had come around to play with him and not Liv
This amused me no end.

Mary and I stopped by the Green this morning to chat to village Elder Bryn. The conversation centred about the Folk festival weekend in the hall , to which I had been given a free pass to by the organisers
I had already chatted to Laurie, one of the organisers , who is a quietly spoken Scot who has nightmares controlling his floppy footed setter, Barney.
For months now, on a sort of ad hoc basis Laurie would knock on the lane window as he and Barney were passing and I would join him with the sanguine Winnie in tow. Together we would walk Indian file around the Churchyard and within minutes Barney would change from an over excited, defensively aggressive hound to a bored bulldog sidekick.
Dogs are at their most relaxed when following each other out on a walk, it's that wolf line mentality and I have found it is a trick that calms even the most aggressive of dogs .
Only a month or so ago , after Laurie had calmed down as much as Barney did I walk close by and give him Winnie's lead. He was absolutely gob smacked that the two dogs were stood side by side without trouble......of course his reduction of stress had a little to do with it all
First train the owner!
It's not rocket science

The new vicar ( who has the delightfully Blog positive name of Dot Gosling) is opening up the Church for a sing song next week.
I think she has pink streaks in her hair , a fact which has shocked at least one member of the congregation, but she's gone all progressive by flying the village with information and by asking for requests.
One of the congregation who lives in Rhodfa Arthur  ( Rhodfa is Avenue in Welsh) asked me to go as she knows I can sing. liv Randa is doing one of the readings so I have already said I will go

I need to go
I am meeting my one Welsh gay mate Mave for lunch today and will need to iron a shirt as my best Walking Dead T shirt will just not do.

Mave comments here quite regularly and is a cross between Kenneth Williams and Joan Crawford with his pithy and filthy one liners.
Mind you Mrs Trellis is not adverse to a bit of gay banter. I saw her yesterday and she commented that it was London Gay Pride this weekend
" Apparantly there are a lot of hot pants being worn!" She said
I have no idea where she found that one out!

Hey ho