The village has been battered by storm Dave.
Dramatically so.
The journey to Llandudno along the A55 to night shift felt somewhat fraught.
And the wind roared over west shore, like a freight train.
It’s still roaring now and it’s just past midnight.
When I left for work I found a bag tied to the front door knob.
The bag was decorated with Easter chicks and eggs and in it was a small Easter egg and these
A Cd and book of Under Milk Wood.
Another day, another kindness.
Its now Easter Sunday, traditionally an awfully dire memory of childhood , which centred upon chocolate ( I’m not a fan) Overlong Biblical films starting Jeffrey Hunter and bored parents.
And a light note to end with
Sometimes I stream on a site for mature gay men. It’s fun because I can hold court and discuss things such as film, the walking dead, life and the universe. The site is moderated and policed by friends who stop the riff raff and the occasional rude or suggestive comment and it’s often interesting to have a couple of hundred people from all over the world sharing their thoughts.
This weekend I was discussing scary experiences, when a bloke from Portugal shared with a photograph that was somewhat bizarre.
I won’t go into details but it caught me so unaware that I burst into uncontrollable hysterical laughter. A real belly laugh that stopped most people short and which created a wave of laughing amid the group.
Matt a good friend from Denmark took a screen shot of me with the caption you are killing me today John
I laughed till I cried…..brilliant therapy for a boring Easter weekend
You. Don't. Like. Chocolate. *shocked speechless*
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hey...if you aren't going to eat that egg, can I have it??!!
Thank you for being you. Happy easter.
A good laugh and good sleep will fix most anything! Love the photo your Danish friend took of your laughter.
ReplyDeleteI, too, am astonished that you (or anyone) doesn't like chocolate. Really??
Hugs!
My mother used to listen often to Under Milk Wood, we had an old 78 of it. Mother was a Welsh thespian, and loved it.
ReplyDeleteThe online group seems to show the good and friendly side of the internet and I love the laughter you all shared.
ReplyDeleteI love listening to 'Under Milkwood' being read by Richard Burton. Those rich sounding words and beautifully painted images! A very special present.
Happy Easter John!
Such a great pic. Belly laughs can be so good. (I was in a production of Under Milk Wood when I was 15. I played Polly Garter.)
ReplyDeleteOh, yes! Laughing till the tears stream down your face and your sides and belly ache. Better than anything for blowing the cobwebs away.
ReplyDeleteDo you know who left the Easter gifts? I love your village! xx
Well, that has been a Happy Easter x
ReplyDeleteI never had time to be bored on Easter Sunday - I was in church for most of it!
ReplyDeleteI love seeing your gleeful, no holding back, face!
ReplyDeleteWe don't find any day boring including Easter days! Had a lovely lie in until 9 and a promise of a siesta this afternoon after doing some fence repairs - donkeys and goats ran riot in the veggie plot yesterday. I've just been told I'm adored, what could be nicer than that.
ReplyDeleteGreat pic of you laughing. I often laugh in an inappropriate situation. I had a boyfriend many,many years ago who would get angry with me, I would laugh,nervously maybe, which would send him bonkers, which made me laugh even harder. "Stop laughing" he would yell, I carried on. We didn't last long.
ReplyDeletea good laugh is great therapy!
ReplyDeleteThat is the most wonderful photograph - and seeing it makes the rest of the world smile too! Can't be bad! Your other internet world sounds great, sympathetic, silly and supportive in turn. Just what you needed.
ReplyDeleteStorm Dave was bad here in Yorkshire as well. Couldn't get the side gate open to take the dog for his bedtime walk. But surprisingly, no garden or house damage. Happy Easter, Sunshine.
Laughter is so good for you, happy easter.
ReplyDeleteThat is now my favorite photo of you! It has been a long time since I laughed till I cried. It always helps in some way. Was that discussed in your training as a counselor?
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