My twin sister always buys me a nice birthday gift
I call this metal sculpture “ fat man flying”
It pleases me.
Enjoy
June 1st
Lots of messages and calls and cards ….all very appreciated
I met a friend for a breakfast at Heavenly Desserts ( that name needs to go) and had a wonderfully scented fusion Brunch of beans on sourdough, with eggs, lamb bacon, pickles and herbs
Thank you again for your kindnesses
Pizza For Breakfast
There are bonuses to be had for being single. You can take a dump with the bathroom door open. You can watch any shite you like on tv and you can dance when you know no one else can see or critique you.
Today I had a sloppy pizza for breakfast and bloody lovely it was too.
I listened to The Archers spoke to the German and sat in my boxer shorts until someone called across the kitchen wall.
Several calls in fact
A cousin with a potted plant, The Randas with a tastefully bagged gift and Mrs Trellis with two low calorie/ high fibre snack bars wrapped in a blue serviette.
People are very kind.
Thank you to the blog readers who sent cards and to The Lancaster Lurker for your gift ❤️🤪
I’m going to bed shortly before a night shift and tomorrow a friend from Llandudno will meet me around 9 am for breakfast at someplace called Heavenly Desserts which sounds camp as Christmas. It also sounds like a diabetic’s nightmare but does a balanced brunch menu too which will be a treat.
Lunch
This photo doesnt do the view from Bryn Williams' new resturant justice but the back drop of the Clwydian Range is just glorious. Im meeting myfriend Colin for lunch,but hes going to be late which is fine . Ive bought birthday cards from the shop and have perused the what's on.
It’s all rather civilised.
In the end, he turned up all very breathless Joan Collins , with a big bunch of flowers and a flounce that would put Liberace on edge.
Lovely to see him, and lovely catch up over pork chops to kill your mother for.
A nice birthday treat
Home again ..the hot weather has broken and it feels fresh and comfortable and springlike again ….fuck global warming. Trendy Carol darted out in something cool and floaty when I took the Welsh for their dusk walk to show me photos of her new puppy , a wire haired fox terrier called Gracie. What fun! The village go green group have cleared the pond weeds and the beds at the hall. ( I’m not quite up to that at the moment)
I’ve just noticed that Janet has planted out more daisies and other annuals in pots and have left them by the front door. Four birthday cards delivered today …post on consecutive days ! Unheard of
Dream
Last month my former mother in law died. It was peaceful by all accounts and I was informed by my nephew in messenger and a few days later by my ex husband by email. I’m still not quite sure how I feel about it. It’s been over eight years since we spoke last, and that , in the great scheme of things is a long time, especially when you have processed a grief once already.
I was back to work last night, and so had a nap on the trendy blue sofa with Mary and Bun before I went .It wasn’t a restful sleep, the anxieties of returning to work with a catheter in situ , put paid to that, but I did dream about My ex mother in law, and saying goodbye to her on the station.
She would always cry when we said goodbye, invariably my husband would already be at work when she left for Kent, so it was my job to get her safely on the London bound train, but I remember her bottom lip would always tremble as she tried to be brave, and I would chivvy her along with a bit of banter and a hug.
I wasn’t really dreaming was I?
I was remembering
When I’m 64
Janet and I are 64 on Monday. She’s been up to do the garden today as my birthday gift and place looks clean and tidy and lovely in the late spring dusk, as she has also planted geraniums in terracotta pots to fill in the gaps.
The honeysuckle always flowers thickly on June 1st and already the scent above my front door is heady and is invading the whole cottage like an old friend visiting. Already I’ve had birthday gifts delivered, a novel from Australia , a cheerful Ukrainian flag coloured jacket from the German. We only get post once a week now, so I’m lucky if any cards will be forthcoming but I’m hoping.
Deliver Us
We all want to be delivered to a promised land in some shape of form . Promised lands can be hidden away in our psychi. They are not only ways of living but they are dreams and hopes and wants and wishes.
Sometimes they are just peace of mind.
That’s why this song can be a powerful watch
A Catheter Malfuction
Yesterday’s pissy theme has carried on today , for towards the end of The Crown’s quiz, I experienced what only could be described as a catheter malfunction .
Luckily , I was on a busy table, where I could excuse myself without attention, and by a small miracle I managed to get outside without leaving a drop of bodily fluid on carpet and flooring.
Thank goodness we had held the production meeting beforehand , with affable despot Jason, the velvet voiced Linda and newbie member Ger the “Choir” ( he sings in the Male Voice Choir)
I have to cope with such mini disasters and texted the Randas with my apologies.
People are very kind
A TV Pissed on !
This is adorable
Weaver back peed on my huge 12 inch tv last night
Just as I was warming to her, as she showed a minimal interest in the dogs daily walks with Bun she lifted her tail and piss, piss piss three urine stains infiltrated the screen just as I was watching the pot boiler Written On The Wind with a slutty nymphomaniac Dorothy Malone..
Now my tv looks strangely alien
I’ll kill that fucking cat
Have You Got a budgie?
If living in Trelawnyd had a sound theme, then it would be of the chatter of sparrows.
The heavy bangs of honeysuckle which obscures most of the front door and the beech hedge and Buddleja that dominate the back garden are generally always filled with them , and boy do they chatter and bicker and chirp. Especially when the weather is warm and fine and on sunny, days when the doors are wide open and the windows let the breeze fill the cottage with the smells of the countryside.
Wood pigeons coo from their Yew tree in the Churchyard, and I can detect the songs of thrush and blackbird, the seesaw of the coal tits and the real chattering of the common chaffinch which feed from next doors’ bird table.
From the large trees beyond the Manley’s ancient still house,come the rooks cackle and caw and they add to the din so much so that when I was on a zoom call earlier my caller asked me if I owned a budgie, so loud was the calls and whistles from the garden, land and field.
Seagulls yaw, from above the Gop and buzzards often cry out as they circle the hill, and sound like cats as they do so.
It’s a bird village for sure
My part of Trelawnyd
My cottage just left of centre
Look in the churchyard and you can see my laburnam’s shadow
Run Run like the wind
The German is on a roll and this last AI offering had me in stitches.
Hey ho……..I haven’t run like this since I Stepped on the frog with Winifred in tow.
The promised warmer weather has finally arrived and I’ve flung open the cottage windows again to the elements.
Mrs Trellis stopped by, I haven’t seen her in an age, and she’s looking a little frail but still retains her indomitable spirit.
“ you need a shave” she told me before saying that Weaver had a “ witches Cat look”
We have a Trelawnyd Production Company meeting on Monday….Pippa is holding a tea party in the Rectory grounds and we need to think of some entertainment..
Oh errr….I’ve just listened to a most explosive episode of The Archers. Brian , Debbie and Adam, all very Shakespearian!
He’s peaked aka def Deutsche
The shirt has food stains on the front !
Nu
It’s Nu’s 60th today ….she looks 40 ….I’d planned to go to Surrey for her party on Saturday and had booked a hotel and rail ticket, but recent events have precluded the visit .
I wish I was going , so much. Xx
AI
I’m a limited edition apparently, complete with reading glasses, Welsh terrier and McDonald’s coffee….Ive been at home most of the afternoon, waiting to hear from Trendy Carol’s vets, so I could pick up her dog from having his teeth cleaned …..
But I’ve been busy , both Welsh have had long hot showers with baby bubble bath, and the resulting wreck of the bathroom , spring cleaned afterwards
The German sent this later on , note the stains on the jumper lol
My Girl
She’s magnificent and has just come into bloom. I sat with her for a while today. Roger on my knee and Bun by my side . Strange isn’t it but there’s something of a great significance for me in this small tree, a laburnum that hopefully will be blooming well after I’m dead and long forgotten .
In the future, when she is a mature, hardwood tree, towering alongside the old Church in this old village of mine,I hope that someone will sit in her shade and muse for a moment about the person who originally planted her with so much affection.
Nepotism
This post is purely a big up for my great niece Elisha who has her own ceramic business after moving up to the north from London.
Her items are restfully natural . Classic and chic
And can be seen here
https://www.elishaceramics.com/
Quite lovely
Monday Meeting
The weather has been fine today, almost springlike in-fact.
I washed the bedding and hung it on bushes and the field gate to dry, then drank caramel coffee and talked to the German for an hour. At teatime when I collected the duvet and sheets and the eiderdown, they all smelled vaguely of grass, clematis - the Montana and in my imagination elderflower, which flourishes on the field borders.
At twelve I went to the village hall to help brainstorm more activities needed by the village which hopefully get funding from the local authority. Lots of good ideas were put forward, including help to learn how to produce a stage production properly, the proper use of internet and mobile phones, help with internet scamming, mental health support, cookery and budget help, outdoor landscaping, lots of ideas were thrown into a pot which is a testament of how much good humour and mutual respect is present.
I covered the outline of my leg bag with a jumper when I walked in to the hall which village elder Ian gently joked that I looked like a Mason with his apron. Gentle joshing is healthy and saves me the energy of doing it myself.
People have been very kind.
Bun now accompanies us on every walk down the lane now, and skips along in the lead rather than following the troops . For the first time she forgot herself and rubbed her head and neck under the chin of an astonished Roger on their way home which was something Albert used to do to Winnie regularly.
My stand back and watch plan over the last 18 months seems to have worked wonders.
Tonight she was waiting for us by the front door and yowled when she spied me holding the dog leads
She seems easily pleased
The Sheep Detectives
The lisping choir in full Latin mode.
Loved it
Today was a bit of escapism. The Sheep Detectives is an odd piece which does for sheep what Watership Down did for rabbits. In it, we join a flock of sheep living within their own rather complex and at times unfathomable rules with hero worshipped Shepherd ( Hugh Jackman) in charge. After his murder they have to come together in order to solve the mystery of whodidit, and the interaction of the characters voiced by the likes of Patrick Stewart, Bryan Cranston, Julia Lewis-Dreyfuss and Chris O Dowd proves to be much more entertaining that the activity of the more human cast, headed by Emma Thompson
Light, mostly frothy, but at times it’s very Disney emotional which bring the tears flowing when certain sheep are in trouble; it’s a kids film more enjoyed by adults , just as the novel watership Down was a children’s book for adults.
The Garlic Grove
My GP ( he of the tiny hands and lovely bedside manner) gave me some good advice on Monday.
“In your two weeks I’m signing you off sick, get your confidence with your catheter. Go out, shop. Go to the cinema, the pub walk the dogs, watch a football game outside ( he doesn’t know me very well) be active”
So Ive done my best. Last night a doctor friend offered me a free ticket to a comedy nite at a nearby town
It was a small crowded venue with just one toilet, and a long walk from the car park, but I coped. Coped with emptying the leg bag halfway through the evening, and coped with the pricking thoughts that things would go wrong, and someone would “know”
Today, has been a slow day. It’s cooler and wet, and after a zoom meeting with an old friend in Lancashire, the dogs and I went to railway walkway, for them to sniff and for me to breath in the wild garlic which has firmly planted itself on the embankments nearby.
Despite the little victories, the soup, the garlic…..the chats……I feel a little subdued today
K9
Trelawnyd, for a such a small village of some 300 people, never ceases to surprise me. Now I see that the village will host its own Dog Show next month.
How exciting.
There are just six houses along my bit of the village lane and 12 dogs live here.
So hopefully there will be a few entrants !
I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at the dirt
I’ll add to the blog when something else comes to mind
Ps. Nothing has lol
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