"I'll admit I may have seen better days, but I'm still not to be had for the price of a cocktail, "(Margo Channing)
Meatball Mary
Swan Song
Crisps Standing Up
Duds
Herding Cats
Infamy
The Daily Post’s on line article came out today click on link below
https://www.dailypost.co.uk/news/north-wales-news/north-wales-village-faces-being-21785184
Mave left me a message which simply said “15 minutes of infamy “
All Change
The village pub The Crown has had a facelift recently .the main old farmhouse is now a smart battleship grey and sports a smart new “ Crown” logo with white trim.
It’s nice to see the old girl looking a bit spruce so to speak.
The two chapels, now closed and sold are waiting their conversions into houses. The older building on Chapel street, which was originally a “ corn” market hall built way back in 1700 will undergo its last transformation hopefully soon, as will the red brick more utilitarian chapel on London Road.
Conversions such as these are often sympathetic to the original design and flavour of the original architecture and will , I hope, be assets to the village
I’m waiting to go home.I have a headache. My lateral flow test , just taken because of said headache ( a rarity for me) is negative.
Day staff are wandering in, in drips and drabs and it’s almost time to go home.
Routine
The Royal Opera House
Chopsticks
Sentimental Value
Feather Boas, Welsh Terrier Sex and Trefor’s Two Mile Hike
Photo Shoot
The Day A Crapping Dog Stopped The Traffic
Today, I tend to use the crossing more because both Meg and George prefer to amble rather than gallop when out for their walk
This morning I used my tried and tested, " foot on the first stripe" challenge to an overly fast thornhill skip driver, who had to break so hard his mobile phone slithered off his dashboard.
The driver gave me a withering look but waited for several cars to come to a halt from the opposite direction before I marshaled the dogs in order to cross the road.
Now when four cars and one lorry are waiting for you to cross the road, what you don't want is a 26 kilo bulldog to stop dead in the centre of a zebra crossing, but stop dead she did and without a hint of embarrassment , Winifred brought the dog convoy to a scrum, squatted with a loud grunt and started to push out one of the largest and wettest turds in modern day history, right in the centre of a wide white stripe.
The lorry driver rolled his eyes, and I could see a woman in the car behind craning her neck to see what the hold up was.
When bulldogs poo.....they cannot and will not be rushed!
I smiled apologetically at the traffic and tried to pull Winnie onto the pavement, but she wasn't for pulling, so I made a show of retrieving a doggy poo bag from my pocket to show just how responsible I am as a dog owner.
Yes, you've guessed it
I had run out of doggy bags!
Mind you, by the look of Winnie's offering as it slowly and surely arrived, I really was in need of a large black bin bag rather than a dainty pooper scooper bag.
So there I was, standing in the road with three dogs in one hand and a bulldog squeezing out a turd the size of a small child in the other!..... No bags......and a captive audience of increasingly irritated drivers watching every move.
Finally, Winnie finished the caramel coloured " mr whippy" and red faced I had to mouth to the lorry driver a rather lame " sorry no bags" to which he mouthed out a reply something on the lines of " fucking disgusting "
I dragged the dogs to the curb as the lorry and the first car on the opposite side of the road moved forward. The woman driving the car was shaking her head at me as she swerved around the turd, the massive wet turd which was then flattened with a sickening squelch a second later as the car behind hers smacked into it.
Oh the shame
The Girl At The Desk in The Window
The Stranger
A Kiss
Chumaki
The Ponies