Snowdrops - postcards

Not a morning for having the electricity off

The postnan still got through

Power cut

Just before it got dark our choir manager Hils ( not Jamie who is our 15 year old choirmaster- the one with the 1940's RAF moustache) sent us all a message

"Hi All, reluctantly we’ve made an executive decision and there’ll be NO CHOIR this evening due to the weather. The sun did come out briefly this afternoon and so I’ve been hanging on ever hopeful but there’s another bank of dark cloud lurking and as the temperature is due to drop later it’s best to err on the side of caution, especially since all ways into the village involve some sort of hill! I think this is only the second time we’ve had to cancel because of bad weather, not a bad record…"

Shortly after my electricity went off.
Thankfully I had lit the log burner and had candles and fairly lights in glass jars so everything was tickity boo ....who says gays can't cope with a crisis ?

I ate cheese and pickle and bread for tea and toasted the bread in front of the fire as the dogs and Albert sat in a semi circle waiting for tidbits. We then all retired to the sofa in a joint animal/human lump to listen to the music on my iPad

I had been given a set of six miniature ports for Christmas from Mrs Trellis and opened them all in the dark as we all waited for the electricity to come back on
I drank all of the port in one hour and listened to Audrey sing her lovely best song quite a few times
.....And cried

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I'm not sure Choir will be on today as the weather took a turn for worse and Gwaenysgor effectively got iced in, so much that I couldn't quite negiotiate the steeper bits of lane.
Workmen are working on the electricity lines in Trelawnyd which means the electricity supply will be turned off for many.
Winnie, sensing multiple good looking workmen in overalls went on walkabout this morning to say hello to them by the lane corner .
She wasn't happy at being recovered.

The postcards continue to come in and I must admit I'm enjoying reading them just as much as I am looking at them.....indeed a few came in a wonderfully decorated envelope which is shown below.

I will never apologise......

I will never, ever apologise for my sense of humour
To me, it's one of my biggest assets

My way at laughing at the world has saved my idiosyncratic and  fragile psychi on many an occasion...
And has helped me face the world's brickbats, nurse based shitty times and the like since I was a nipper.
It has also saved me from several very difficult situations at work which included talking down a suicidal sectioned patient who laughed at me with affection when I farted at an inappropriate moment during a psychiatrists' intense monologue
I will not apologise for the last few blog entries
I found the humour in them rather engaging
But I am sorry that at least 6 people found them offensive enough to complain
That is their problem and not mine.
So if you don't want to read Going Gently anymore so be it....
I'm still going to laugh at the silly, the rude, the ironic and the tasteless 
And that is not gonna change

Hey ho 

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Balance

Well, I think we need a bit of balance given that my plastic vulva caused so much debate and controversy yesterday.
Now clinically ( and I stress clinically) I have probably seen, felt and manipulated more penises during a long and illustrious career than  a moderately successful tart has and so there is no mystery and challenge in the catheterisation technique of the odd todger, but here is one " realistic" model which is as titivating as a flat Yorkshire pudding!

Latest entries in the postcard challenge will be posted later
Hey ho