Being Silly

The Randa Girls are no longer girls but young beautiful women, I noticed a new photo of them on their mums Facebook page. I was on my way back from Liverpool , seeing some old friends

Eight years ago they were little girls 

And I occasionally still miss babysitting them after school, it was the last real time I enjoyed being truly silly

Children notice everything.
We had just bathed and towel dried Mary and placed her back into her crate when Eve noticed a big blob of curry sauce on the oven glove which was looped over the oven door handle .
" Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhh! " she called out rather theatrically " Wot's that?"
I made a show of sniffing the brown lump and told both girls that I thought it " smelt of poo"
Suddenly I had both girl's rapt attention
I poked the lump with my finger and lifted it to my nose
" yes it's poo!" I announced and as the girls looked on with surprised frowns
I popped my finger into my mouth
Screaming filled the kitchen.

Late in life , I have learnt the lesson that children love and need silliness.
And the " smuttier" and " dirtier" the silly activity...the happier they become.
Unfortunately I don' t recall my parents ever being silly.
When I picked the girls up from school yesterday afternoon, Eve asked if we could " smash the apples again" ....as " it was fun" We had picked apples from the orchard and had jumped on the soft apples with our shoes so that the geese could feed on the bits the last time they came around after school.

Last night , when affable despot Jason arrived to pick his girls up , he was faced with suddenly dipped curried digits and shouts of "Dad! I have poo on my finger" , and like all experienced parents he smiled a patient smile .
I covered the fingerholes before I replaced the curry in the oven.

Blowing eggs in the garden

Chips

 I’ve always said Carl Rogers never struck me as a party girl

Earnest and not a bag of laughs

I could be wrong 

It’s been all a bit heavy in University today

Hence the chips for lunch 

André Rieu - La Paloma (Live in Mexico)

Like I said earlier today has been busy but it has also been productive and funny and with Roger showing latent hormonal infatuations on a scale that Winnie had for workmen in overalls 

The day made me smile .

As did André Rieu and his orchestra of many colours in their Mexican concert from a few years ago 

It was bonkers

Totally bonkers 

I watched it on sky , and was drawn in by the good nature of it all 

The humour, the obvious enjoyment and the energy of the locals  was a delight to watch 

And with everything news being shite at the moment 

A few daft frocks, some toe tapping songs and ten thousand Mexicans going bananas 

Wasn’t a bad way of passing an evening 

I see he’s in concert in Sheffield later this week ! 

No time

 

I’ve been busy.

I completed an essay this morning, which only needs the referencing doing.

Did the weekly shop and took Trendy Carol to pick up her car from the garage.

She was wearing something bright that shrieked springtime in a light cotton 

Roger is in love with Trendy Carol 

Unlike his alpha male , Roger is clearly a ladies man 

He spent the journey to the garage lying in Carol’s arms, just looking up into her face

It’s exhausting to watch

You can almost smell his hormones.

In between jobs I listened to a biography of Antoni Gaudi on Radio 4 and the story of Christine Granville who was the first female spy of WW2 and so engrossed , missed. The pharmacy trip on the way home.

The cottage resembles something post drugs bust

Hey ho

Small World

Carlos

 On my coffee break, yesterday I messaged Nia Hâf 

Are you ok? I asked

She lives with her family in Sydney 

And seconds later came the wonderful xxx reply 

The world is a very small place sometimes.🥰

Ben

At teatime, I was sat with my coffee and sausage bap ( with glorious fried onions thanks Hospice Chef) in the staff room and I was messaging my rather tipsy friend Ben in South Korea on my iPad.

It was 2 am over there and we had a big fat manly virtual hug before he fell asleep on the couch! 

Nia and family

At home I caught up with friend Argentinian  Carlos on his holiday cruise  to the Falklands, epic and moving, he loved it

And all this from North Wales! 

 all this has happened today x

What A Gay Day

I loved it when it went all German 

 

Catch me no catch Unless he's a matchless match.

 

I’ve been writing an essay most of the day and have only seen one person this morning, which was Polish Monica who was out for her run. I did however receive a somewhat mysterious follow up message from Mererid a lady I don’t know well at all and who lives on the side of the Gop. She texted me yesterday saying

 “ Hi John, I wonder if I could pop down to see you for a few minutes when you’re available please? Will explain when I see you!! Mererid” and this morning adding “ Sorry to be so mysterious, it’s just I’d like to speak to you about it face to face. Nothing at all to worry about. See you later between 5 and 6 , thank you.”

I was intrigued 

She arrived just after five pm, and sat on the couch rather primly only to be bounced on by Roger who has no understanding of social etiquette. 

It took me a while to drag him off her, and she had the slightly tousled look any attractive woman had after my father had wished them Happy New Year at one of our family parties .She tried to concentrate  but it was hard after Roger waved his paws  excitedly from under my arm.

It put her off her stride just a little

Anyway to cut a long story short , she wants to introduce me to a friend of hers from just outside Chester

His name is Richard and he has all his own teeth! 

I’m very flattered lol

Beach

 The weather is spring-like this morning, and that’s glorious.I have an essay to complete so I’m on the way to the uni library, but stopped at the beach at Colwyn Bay to drink coffee and have the breeze on my face.