Busy

I've kept busy all week.
One night working
One night at Samaritans
One night watching a recording of the radio programme I'm sorry I haven't a clue with sister Janet
One night at the cinema
One night at choir
Tomorrow I'm doing a glass ornament making course with my sister Ann
Tonight Jason and I went to a comedy one man show in Chester called Of Christmas Past which was a blast.
Thank goodness for Bluebell 

A Depressed red headed Mermaid with no tits

I'm finding retail therapy incredibly therapeutic at the moment
It's called " nesting"
Tomorrow I've arranged for my 40£ trendy kitchen chair to be delivered and today I bought a rug for the front room ( dead cheap in TK MAX) ...it covers a particularly stubborn vomit stain ( Albert's andnot mine ) and makes the living room look cosy and clean
When I bought the rug I noticed this delightfully flat chested and miserable mermaid Christmas tree decoration hanging near the tills and bought it on impulse .
The teenage till Girl eyed me suspiciously
" She's rather attractive !" I told her playfully
" If you say so!" was the curt reply
I did have my own sheep's wool beanie on so I did look a bit like a pervert , so I forgave her

Before you make a value judgement the mermaid is for one of Jason the affable despot's girls ..I always buy them each a Christmas decoration every year....another of my Yuletide traditions!
I'm catching up with him tonight..we are off to Chester to see a live comedy performance at the Storyhouse ...he's been a good friend recently.
I've just learned that I'm not working on the 18th which is the night of our choir's concert...I'll try to get a few people there to record the event for blog land.....

Ps the Village Christmas Market takes place tomorrow

......always last......always there

Always last, always there 

It seems from the comments on yesterday's blog that George has his own unique fan club.
I concede that his story here is somewhat of a quiet one
For, compared with the other dogs, George is a quiet, plodding best suppporting actor to Winnie's Meryl Streep and Mary's Kiera Knightly.
George is nearly thirteen and whereas William who is just a few months older seems to be fading fast, George plods on with the typical aloof strength so typical of his breed.
Ok, he spends most of his day asleep on his own sheepskin blanket under the kitchen table but when it's dinner time or when I' m marshalling the troops for a trip in Bluebell , he stands aroooooooing his deafening Scottie call like the miniature Tarzan that he is.
Scottish terriers make interesting companions, but I warn you, if you want a cuddle dog that will blindly attach itself to your knee for hours at a go, don't go for one.
They are self contained little buggers
They are also loyal and bright and tenacious and stubborn but they mistrust strangers, and they nip other dogs after barking at them with their sharp loud keep away from me voices .
They are an acquired taste
Yesterday, I watched him totter along behind us on the old railway line walk without a seeming care in the world. There is grey in his beard now and a slowness to his step, but his eyes remain a button bright black and where as William had to be taken back to the car after a twenty minute walk George would  happily carry on his exploring alone and without supervision for most of the morning.

He's a valiant little dog who demands so little from life
And I love him quietly

Fantastic Beasts- The Crimes of Grindlewald

Who's who

A film should always stand on it's own merits.
The narrative should be driven by a plot and performances and the whole thing must work without knowledge obtained outside that two and a half hour window.
The sequel to the entertaining Fantastic Beasts and where to find them tries hard but fails to stand on its own two feet which is a shame.
You just have to have a working knowledge of Rowling's book to understand the intricate plot of Grindlewald,and for me who who hasn't a flipping flying fucking idea what a muggle is or whose brother to who and who is what and why? I got lost several times during the story which is disappointing as it's quite, quite beautiful to look at .
6/10

Lady baring gift

Ho fucking ho

A woman who we bump into regularly presented Winnie with a pair of novelty antlers this morning and made a big deal putting them on her.
Strangely, given her usual centre-of-attention nature Winnie walked off with loud dismissive sniff, leaving the woman somewhat embarrassed.
George acted as second hand Rose and reluctantly sported them for a mile or so, as the woman walked alongside us with her heavily coated greyhound in tow.
He's a polite old soul
It was raining heavily so he looked rather depressed in his headgear by the time we got back to Bluebell.
The cottage smelled of wet dog when we got home , so I've lit the fire early, ran around with the fabreeze and made soup as another Atlantic storm pushed in from the west
Now I'm writing Christmas Cards and packing Christmas decorations to be sent to friends in Derbyshire and Australia. It's a tradition which needs to be completed

Te Aroha

My dyspraxia is fucking up choir practice
Jamie, the 28 inch waisted choirmaster, taught us the Maori song Te Aroha ( the song can be basically translated as LOVE, FAITH,PEACE to all beings) and wanted us to slap our chest and things and move our feet appropriate to the tune...
Could I sing and slap and shuffle like the rest of my fellow choristers ?
Could I bloody coco!
I'm just not programmed to co ordinate mouth, hands and feet.
I can't even rub my stomach and pat myself on the head like any seven year old
It's a disability !
Hattie and Heulwen from the village who had been moved into the opposite  Alto section for the evening- we sing in a circle btw )  literally pissed themselves silly at my every attempt to click my fingers at the given moment

After an hour, an ever so slightly exasperated Jamie told us all not bother with the moves

Not our choir but this is the song

Perhaps blog follower Hāmitānā-Hēni 
Can give me a few pointers

Ps from the recording of I'm sorry I haven't a clue 
What is a Royal based famous film?

CAMILLA's  IN TNE MIST , 

The Walking Dead

I'm not bothered Jesus got killed....he has been rather boring since he arrived which is a fault of the writers rather than the actor !
The Walking Dead comes back in spring 2019 and I'm sad it's gone, season 9 has been a blast......even if Carol looks like Legolas

Kiss

I really wanted to kiss my optician this morning.
It was at that really close moment when he's shining the light in the back of your eye and you can smell his soap or aftershave or toothpaste in that dark little room away from all the frames.
It's an odd feeling, which as am sure is more common than we all dare to admit to.
I wonder if anyone has actually done it....
Have you ever wanted to  kiss your optician ?
Answers on a postcard .....

Off to see the BBC recording of I'm Sorry I haven't A Clue tonight....

2018

A Happy 2018?  me and my neice Rebecca at my sister Ann's Birthday..happy time

We are heading towards the end of the year.
A year of note, as they say.
One of my best friends survived cancer this year and things are on hold
He's been a star
Another friend has also battled a sickness, unseen and unheard.....they have been a star too.
William is Gently deteriorating and I am being nudged by the vet into making the right decision
He's been a star of a dog.
December may be his swan song
This year I have known who my many friends are.
This year some people have disappointed
Yin and yang I guess.....
And as usual the good almost outweigh the bad....
Even if I hate this year with a vengeance at least the choir has salved my soul somewhat as have my family, friends ,animals and my blog friends

I saw Auntie Glad  , it wasn't for long , I had misjudged the  lunch time routine
Her eyes were a milky blue and she didn't know me at first but she did remember the Flower Show when I mentioned it..... mentioned it for a second time
" We worked hard " she said " Mr Roberts and Irene and Mrs Lewis and I  "
All Flower Show people a decade or two before I arrived
I wanted her to remember me and finally after I talked on and on about the cottage and the dogs and allotment and Chris,  she did.....albeit tentatively
" we always put on a good show " she said holding my hand tightly  " didn't we?"
" oh we did " I replied   " oh we so did!"

Coconut

Crowded Bluebell

Bluebell is crowded
Winnie, William and George are all on the back seat licking their chops
Mary on the passenger seat still in her cone of shame.
Someone is smelly farting...I suspect it's George as he stole Albert's dinner last night.
We are at Colwyn Bay beach and it's late morning.
They all have shared a pack of wafer thin ham
I haven't had breakfast yet.
We are all going to the open air cafe in a minute where I'm going to have a bacon butty
Fuck fuck...FUCK fat club.
We've come out  as my husband is collecting his remaining belongings from the cottage this morning and I couldn't face being there.
He's been working away in Canada so I boxed everything up for him
Years of married life.
....a hard...hard.....hard job to do.
This morning I filled a carrier bag with food, fresh bread and milk and left it out with the other boxes
I thought it the right thing to do....still the carer!
I've had no sleep yet....I was working last night and I'm working tonight
I'm tired......
That's probably the reason I've just had a good long cry

Non Friday

Miserable day here....a day to pull  up the drawbridge

Davis

Gale Sondergaard

Thanksgiving

Last week I had to get the heating engineer out to fix a leak behind the back boiler on the wood burner . It wasn't a big job which thankfully was covered by warranty, and the visit was only of note because the workman found one of my " family " photos hilariously funny
The photo, I had placed on the mantle was this one
" That's the oddest thing I have ever seen!" He said with a laugh

For recent visitors to Going Gently that may not know, the photo was of Boris and me.
Now Boris was a Norfolk Bronze turkey, who came to me as a tiny poult,  a present from a grateful ITU patient.
From a solemn, black eyed baby, Boris grew into a massive solemn turkey stag who spent most of his day gliding after me with a benign affection bordering on obsession.
Good natured turkey stags make delightfully loyal pets and for many years Boris became a sort of minor celebrity in the village who always seemed to sail gracefully into view when people stopped at the field gate to watch the animals.
Boris often brought a Sense of the surreal to any funeral in the new graveyard as when he spied mourners in their dark coats his testosterone levels would soar and he would gallop heavily towards the cemetery fence gobbling madly at the interlopers, many of whom would burst into inappropriate smiles at the whole situation.
It got so bad that I would have to lock him away every time when the funeral bell rang.

On this thanksgiving day I remember an old friend

Fur Lined

I had arranged an evening date with a friend tonight but they mugged me off at the last minute
So, I've climbed into my long johns and have toasted thick white bread on the wood burner with my antique toasting fork.
Last night I walked the dogs in my long johns and my new ( libs!) fur lived crocs!
I couldn't be arsed if anyone saw me ( which they did) as from a distance I would have looked as though I was wearing skinny leggings !
Ok but ones with a fly?

What's your slobbing outfit?

Ise Oluwa

I often write about those beautiful little moments in life that catch you unawares.

I guess it's the drama queen in me 

My recent encounter with a kindness inside St. Asaph Cathedral was one I shall remember for quite some time but tonight's experience will rank a close second in that memory bank of moving moments.

In choir tonight we learned the Nigerian song Ise Oluwa -sing for water

And after a bit of a struggle we nailed it!!!!

Before we finished practice Jamie our eleven year old choir master asked us to sing it again, but this time very Gently and as we did he disappeared and turned off the lights of the little Welsh village hall.

In almost absolute darkness over fifty people sang without the chains of sight and competition and self consciousness and the noise we produced was simply magical.

And the silence after we had finished proved that we all had been moved in the same lovely way

This choir has nourished me 

Culture

The atrium at the Storyhouse with a stuffed peacock sitting on the Art Deco features

I'm sat in the Storyhouse in Chester with my laptop and flat white. On my fashionably raised metal table are a collection of bright young things all tapping away on their computers . An old man with a Corfu hat is reading the papers opposite to me . He has already complained that the scrabble players in the corner are too loud. I shut him up by offering him my complementary shortbread biscuits .

I'm in Chester because I've just enrolled in a nursing agency. I'm not sure how useful it will be as the agency is rather pushy, and I am not a lady to be pushed into work I don't want, but we will see.....I left the clerk somewhat exasperated by my lack of commitment and in my best Walking Dead T shirt I've come to the Storyhouse to see what's going on. In half an hour I've booked myself into a talk with the tv presenter, historian and writer Dan Snow. Haven't a clue what he's on about but what the hell.
I may learn something

The talk is only an hour, and I've got my choir CD to practice to on the way home. I have to nail the bass bit of old Lang Syne without crying. The choir sings it so beautifully.

Season 9 Episode 7

I always think that it's kind of weird that no one wears rainbow colours ?

No Star Trek red shirts

 The Walking Dead  is a whole new adventure with new characters who show their own individual back stories in the narrative ( Magna's eclectic group working so well in just two episodes) but the cement of the franchise has to be the original characters who, over eight years we have gotten to know so well.
Tonight's episode " Stradivarius" had a delightfully moving and playful scene where Carol ( Melissa McBride) finally cut Daryl's ( Norman Reddus') grotty hair . Their friendship has lasted the entirety of the show and what is unsaid in the scene is far more moving than any verbal exchange could be.
It shrieks history and trust and love which was sweet.

The tension in the show  is building nicely for the reveal of the Whisperers ...my only gripe is that Jesus and Aaron are not an item ! ..........or are they?

Carol and Daryl and the haircut! 

The mid season Finale next Monday then nothing until the new year
Bloody hell

Night animals:---- the dogs and Albert on the couch ( Winnie is underneath the throng)

Bits

I went to the dentist this morning and witnessed a receptionist being somewhat curt to an elderly customer in front of me who had arrived on the wrong day.
" Who pissed on your chips ?"  I asked her as she looked from him to me and there was a brief uncomfortable standoff silence
" I'm not here to be abused" the receptionist then said defensively
" I bet you say that a lot " I told her,
But the irony of my was lost on her somewhat....hey ho....
Still got it!

I got this message today from Jason the affable despot
"Just wondering how things are going with you ? Haven’t seen you around for a chat ( I’m in hibernation until April ) ...."
I messaged him back and we've arranged to see a comedy show in Chester next week....I was chuffed he broke his own hibernation rule to come and play

I hope Trendy Carol's finger has improved .
She stopped the other morning for me to review a kitchen chopping board injury over the kitchen wall.
She was wearing a rather nice  jacket and matching shoes I seem to remember .

It was the vicar's last service in the village church yesterday and I am sorry to say that I fell asleep in the armchair after nights so didn't attend Church at 11 am I'm glad I left him a card on the vestry desk last week. We spoke outside the Church the other day.
He wished me well and he told me he was sorry about the Prof and I wished him well too...he's moving to Rhos on Sea which is as genteel as Miss Jean Brody's knickers and a place not too far for Gaynor the mad organist, to visit.
I wonder if the stand in vicar will have a carol service on Christmas Eve this year.....it wouldn't be Christmas if Mrs Davis wasn't called to " Bring On The Baby Jesus!" as the nativity scene was completed.

Villagers Mrs Trellis and The Cameron's , my family and Nu in London have all asked me to spend a Christmas with them this week and I told them all a big thank you but no
I've not thought about the C word much ......which is a bit hard as Sandra C has put up a twenty foot banner which SCREAMS FUCKING CHRISTMAS IS COMMING!!!!!!!

" Frisky Wales"

Years ago I had a Hiv Test. I had never put myself in a position of risk at any part of my single life but a partner that I had split up with had told me he had slept with other men and so, after a discussion with my GP I took the test. The clinic in Sheffield was alien but professional enough and although I was dreadfully nervous that something could have been amiss I was sort of unsurprised that I was clear of any STI .

Today things have moved on to a new level. According to the official public Health Wales website " Frisky Wales"  people can protect themselves from HIV by taking a medication called
PreP. The offical site states

PRep is for people without HIV who are at very high risk of getting it from their behaviour or their potentual exposureto HIV infection , so if you are HIV negative and dont always use condoms then PreP could help refuce your risk getting HIV" 

What PreP doesnt do is to protect people from the plethora of other sexually transmitted diseases that are around and that is a worry. Could PreP give some a feeling of invincibility ?

I guess it could be argued either way. Each to their own I suppose
Im just glad I'm not part of that world. I had just one experience of being tested and feeling vunerable and I dont want to go there again.
For some its a part of life.

14.21

Night shift plays havoc with my naturally good looks