Jisas Yu Holem Hand Blong Mi
This hymn, sung in Solomon Island Pijin, is hypnotic as it is strange.
For some strange reason it’s been going around my head today.
Translated it’s title means Jesus hold my hand
I can’t think of the last time I held someone’s hand….
Probably at work, but I can’t remember any specifics.
This scene has flashed through my mind too
And this one too
And we walk hand-in-hand
In the park
Now it's 3:13
And I'm late,
And it's time
I make a choice
We're both boys,
You see.
If you were to go
Back and look,
You'd see a hundred eyes
Hurry to objectify
This hand-in-hand stance
It's a flurried
Dance
Of reaction.
Some smile, they're proud
And they want me to know
But there's a darker
Shade of brow
That balances the books
The kind of look that challenges
Like this is some chess game
And I'm in check
And I'm second-guessing
What they might do next
Point me out to all the
Pawns in the crowd
Spawn
A following
Whose glowers linger on
So that our hands
Are no longer holding
But dragging
Glare after
Glare
Snowballin' stares
Stretching
Elastic social disgrace
Through this forbidden space
And the scales
Are well and truly tipped.
Time For Love
Sean Lionadh
I miss it, a little x
My Last Flower Show
This stunning photo, is the best illustration of the presence of goats of Llandudno . Recently the council has rounded up some of the younger goats and the Billy’s of the splinter heard and have transported them to new sites in Bristol and Bournemouth, but the majority of the herd remains intact here with contraceptives administered to the females wild now on the Orme
This photo was sent to me by Facebook yesterday. It was dated 4 years ago “today” and was taken at the very last Flower Show when I was Show Chair and general dogsbody
The lady in the photo was a new exhibitor to the show. She was the mother of an ex colleague of mine who had suffered severe depression following an extensive stroke. It was her first trip out in public.
As part of some rehab, her daughter had suggested that she enter several of the art classes of the show and because of the fact she had indeed entered most she managed to nab the most points in the art section, which meant that she won the Rowenna Wrigley Cup.
When I called her name out, amid the crowded hall she promptly burst into surprised and happy tears and joyously skipped forward for me to present her with her trophy, The photo captured that moment when she hugged me her thanks.
There is something incredibly moving and infectious in someone else’s genuine happiness
Of course the lady’s stroke had made her more emotionally labile than she was normally but that didn’t detract from the sweetness of the event.
The audience sensed the importance of the moment and clapped enthusiastically
Loud and long
Vicars and Shows
“Dear Friends,
Thank you for your support and offers of assistance at the public meeting held in St Michael’s Churchyard re the future of the church. The overwhelming feeling of the meeting from the forms filled in was that the community would support St Michael’s becoming a pilgrim church and would actively support it in its new role. That support means a great deal to us, so thank you.
Just a note to update you. On Thursday 29th, The Bryn a Mor Mission Area Conference voted to allow St Michael’s Church to become a Pilgrim Church. This decision has been forwarded to the Bishop and Diocese for them to discuss and to come to a decision. August tends to be a holiday month, so we probably not hear any more until the Autumn. But I will update you of any news.
Thank you once again.
Regards
David
Vicar”
The vicar phoned me yesterday.
He sounded as avuncular as ever and he showed no upset of my referral to him and his sexy young curate of being like Batman & Robin in my last ecclesiastical blog entry.
He informed me of the first official meeting which may lead to the Church being saved from closure and followed the call up with an email ( see above)
It looks like we are in the hands of the Bishop and so me thinks it’s time to make some community noise and start a publicity campaign.
I shall have a word with Village Leaders Ian and Helen about our move.
The Village Community Association is holding an alternative show on Saturday and are calling for entries in their “ What did you do in Lockdown? Exhibition”
I’m on nights , but I will make a few Gyoza Dumplings as my entry
It’s much more positive that a photo of myself , chugging McDonalds, and weeping in front of the tv.
A Date
Dorothy was ok this morning. I took her back to the dyserth Walkway and she trotted to heel as always, bright and excited and as bouncy as usual
I had a date today
A bona fide date!
Now the last time I dated anyone, way back before the start of the first lockdown, “the date” became a very good friend and nothing more.
Which is a sort of lose/win situation .
Today was a bust
Three hours I’m never going to get back again.
The date in question was a guy I met several months ago in the weekly Big Gay Quiz .
He was in my small group one Friday and in the weeks that followed, he messaged me privately during subsequent quiz nights to say hi , and to swap chit chat.
He is a little younger than me, broad and built like a lumberjack
I was intrigued
Eventually I gave him my telephone number and we swapped friendly texts.
Since the constraints of lockdown had been lifted, he has texted me a few times asking for a date
So today I met him for lunch in Chester
Gawd help me, the man never stopped talking about himself .
The first hour, I let it go because I thought he could have been nervous, but as we entered the second hour and he still hadn’t asked me one question about myself, I thought it could be time to call things a day.
As hour three came, and when I was sipping my second cold coffee elbows on the table , he stopped telling me a story about one of his luxury holidays and suddenly asked me if he could as me a personal question.
I told him that he could and he pointed to a tiny patch of skin on my right elbow.
“Is that psoriasis ?” he asked
“ Yes I’m covered in it “ I replied
( I’m not btw)
A few minutes later he reminded himself and me that he had to get home for a work’s phone call.
I walked down to the River Dee and bought myself an ice cream
I sat and ate it on a bench in the sun
And enjoyed the silence
A Bad Patient
After three hours sleep , several dog painkillers and two bowls of hand fed roast chicken Dorothy came out from under my duvet with all of the drama of Scarlet O’Hara after she gave birth to daughter Bonnie.
I swear she was limping , even though her only injury was the bite on her neck.
I had covered the wound with antibiotic purple spray after it had been vet inspected, and lucky for Dorothy there were only two puncture wounds rather than a rip to deal with.
Having said this after the vet had examined her, she insisted on showing her injury to both vet nurses and the woman on reception, all of whom ohhhhed and arhhhhed appropriately
At home she only stopped shaking when safely under the duvet , her neck wrapped in a clean tea towel .
My poor little lost girl
She’s such a baby.
She didn’t need this drama today.
And to be honest , neither did I
Drama
Whilst on our early morning walk Dorothy was set upon by a black staffie type off it’s lead.
She was still on hers, we had just gotten out of Bluebell.
The staffie circled once then clamped onto her throat before I could stamp on it
I stamped on it until it eventually let go
Mary biting at its arse in typical terrier style.
The dogs owner threatened to “fuck me over!”
I yelled back so loud that he sloped away very quickly his dog hanging from its collar.
The air was blue.
Dorothy was terribly shocked and bleeding and was shaking and whimpering long after I had cleaned and photographed her wound on the kitchen top.
She’s not long back from the vets and I’ve taken her to bed to rest under the duvet
I’ve informed the police
Phyllis Dietrichson
ToNight I took part in a City Lit zoom Lecture on Neo Noir (modern film noir movies )
We are studying The Long Goodbye 1973, Chinatown 1974 and Bodyheat 1981.
I really enjoyed the lecturer’s take on things even though the other “ students” may have found my “ odd eyeball rolling faces” on the grid a little bizarre as Dorothy spent 2 hours under my desk scraping the hard skin from both of my heels with her baby teeth.
My favourite film Noir movie is the 1944 thriller Double Indemnity which features the glorious Barbara Stanwick as the scheming Phylis Dietrichson .I’m so glad we will be discussing her next week !
She was such a slag .
No other news to report ….this afternoon neighbours Mandy and Sailor John and I met up with Animal Helper Pat in the lane….it was her first walk after getting over covid and she was bright as a button. We slagged off the owners of the new build behind the cottage, who have been ruining Mandy’s washing with their bonfires…Pat looked well, a year ago, pre vaccines her story may have been so different .
We all mentioned that
I’m not going to choir tomorrow tonight…I’ve told Jamie I will only go when we can sing indoors….and he understands …..so tomorrow afternoon all I am doing is buying more agapanthus for the garden…fireworks of neon blue which will burst their colourful flower heads in every corner of the cottage garden .
I will arranged them amid the hostas and hydrangeas
Random Thoughts……Night Duty
Ihad my hair cut before work tonight .
I have a stylist rather than a barber!
This is a step up for me.
She laughed when I asked for something to be done tonight,
I told her it looked like shredded wheat.
Going through my trusty Filofax yesterday I noticed that I had a film Studies lecture booked for tomorrow night. The subject is film noir and it is a couple of hours after by Opera appreciation course, and so I was really looking forward to it, but I was rostered onto night shifts so had forgotten .
Luckily a colleague is covering for me , which is sweet of her.
I’ve organised my Filofax ( yes I use a Filofax and not my phone!) and crammed it with E tickets for forthcoming excitements in between black sets of nights….! What fun!
An outdoor production of a Pride and Prejudice in Chester
An Sunday afternoon showing of Now Voyager and lunch at the Jaunty Goat
A Vivaldi concert in the Botanical House in Sefton Park
Catching Comets, ( another out door Theatre Clwyd production described as an end of the world rom com)
A spinal injury reunion in York
An Evening with Nigella Lawson ( I may ask Gorgeous Dave or Jason to that one if I can cope with their erections)
And “ Spirit Hole” an evening with Simon Amstell at the Liverpool Philharmonic which was described excitedly as “ Spirit Hole is a blissful, spiritual, sensational exploration of love, sex, shame, mushrooms and more, and promises to be a night of unprecedented joy and laughter.”
Chic Eleanor texted this evening from the Italian Riviera saying she would graciously accept one of my invites.
I’ve also got Ben’s leaving do from work to fit in ( he’s a bestie a nurse who is moving to South Korea)
I’ve already sounded out Bridget from well street to see if she will make a cake with the Korean flag on the top of it.
I just noticed that I have astigmatism in my eye in the above photo
It reminded me of Nancy the cross eyed stewardess in Airport 75
The Call Of The void
Meirion gave me a lecture the other day about my downpipe.
He’s sweet, but has a habit of giving me a lecture about things.
It’s irritating because he is invariably right in what he says.
Those sort of conversations always are.
“ You’ll get damp in the upstairs bedroom if that leaks anymore” he noted seriously
I nodded, also seriously and promised to get it sorted
He’d already suggested that I stake my graveyard laburnum
I promised to do that, but haven’t got around to it.
Even though I’m a great list maker I still have lots to do
The downpipe does need fixing , but I am not the girl to do it.
I cannot go up ladders to save my life.
I’m terrified of heights even ones just ten feet from the ground.
I am a right wuss.
I suffer from the syndrome The Call Of The Void
That’s where you get the urge to jump from very high spaces
Luckily Facebook came to my aid and a quick plea for a handyman with his own ladder brought forth an offer of help, this time from said handyman’s partner who lives in the village.
I hate it when workmen come around, I try to go all butch and understanding
Winnie just to blow them kisses.
So on nights I am making more lists
The downpipe is number one, and I’ve messaged partner to organise a meeting for me
Second on my list isn’t the laburnum, I’m being bolshy about that one and am ignoring the suggestion.
Third, is the office walls which need repainting, the impetus for that is the new Bauhaus picture which will lovely of a muted yellow wall
I still haven’t finished my revalidation paperwork too……that was a job for tonight
I’ve spent too long doing other things……..typical…in between patient care, I’ve been booking theatre and cinema tickets…..hey ho
There is fourteen things on my list
Buying a ladder will not be one of them.
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