Out for Breakfast...will leave you with the lisping bass section on cracking form
Blurry but good
Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars
In my personal counselling this week my counsellor asked me when my heart was broken last.
She qualified it as being a question not associated about my ex husband
And I answered her quickly and without a pause
It was the death of Finlay
My first dog.
He was five when he died,
A brain tumour robbing me of a dog with a heart of a lion
And a nature that endeared me to Welsh terriers for all of my life
Chasing Cars was playing on the radio every time I took him to the vets and the animal hospital
And when I remembered him in my counselling room , I cried like a baby at his loss
The son my husband and I shared that was “only” a dog
He was so much more my counsellor observed kindly and with insight…
And tearfully I agreed with her
His gravestone lies in the front garden right next to the agapanthus and Jews mallow
Finlay Christmas 2004
Chatter
I’m starting early for me.its just past eight and the Welsh are walked and fed and in the car.
Weaver and Bun are playing in the living room and haven’t left the cottage even though the cat flap is open.
They are home birds.
I have three clients to see today and have changed one client’s appointment to an early slot to suit her childcare.
I will have a break between each one today so walking the dogs and note making will be easier.
I have nothing else planned for today.
Tomorrow I’m picking up my friend Polly, at her garage ( car MOT) and we are going for breakfast, then I’m going for an eye test and then theatre in the evening to see a talk by a practicing doctor titled The Secret Life Of A Sleepless Anaesthetist.
Affable Despot Jason is going with me so it will be lovely to catch up and I think the talk will be a hoot. In my experience anaesthetic doctors are the most human
Chores
My garden daffs and the shocking pink flamingo baking measures I bought in London
The American’s have a good word for jobs.
There are chores to be done.
I like the word chores.
Today has been the day for chores.
I bought a camellia for Nu’s garden which will be sent to her lovely new home in Surrey. Sorted out my diabetes Eye test and booked the Welsh in for their Haircuts.
I picked up a coffee and porridge from McDonalds and splashed out on a cheesy bacon wrap for Roger and Mary. ( they both eat their goodies with eyes blissfully closed)
I then went to see village leaders Ian and Helen about the Flower Show only to find them out, so I did shopping, collected a prescription for Trendy Carol’s hubby, paid Anne Williams for the throws she bought me from Spain, before cleaning out a kitchen cupboard and going to Supervision in Prestatyn.
Islwyn was walking down the lane when I returned home and stopped to talk
“You’ve lost weight” he observed, adding “I’m glad, this village would be sad to lose you”
Im getting more of that sort of comment recently and will accept the sentiment behind it now with some alacrity.
“Thank You” I told him, but he was already sharing an anecdote about a family member who had his legs taken off when he was 26 stone, the moment was gone.
I picked daffs from the garden as the chill evening approached
They make the cottage cheerful
They always do.
Nu
I met Nu at the National Portrait Gallery and we went to Dishoom for a late lunch. My Neighbour Toroto was an oddity. An occassionally whimsical tale of innocence and loss where sprites and benign monsters support two emotional needy sisters in rural Japan.
We left at the interval but spent the time laughing and talking all the way back to Thames Ditton .
Its been an important and emotional reunion for both of us
London Bound
Im looking forward to London.
I now have the energy for it .
Im meeting Nu around three, so will have an hour or two free to mooch around the Portrait Gallery or the river.
Its nice to be back
In all senses of the word
Sunday Off
I seldom have Sundays off.
Ive forgotten the routine.
After their walk, the Welsh had a treat.
We drove to McDonalds and they had a cheesy flatbread each and I had a bowl of porridge .
It’s all very rock n roll.
We walked around to see the work done on the village pond , and was encouraged to see green pond weed growing healthily in its centre
Spring is almost here.
I saw village leader Helen and arranged for me to meet with her hubby Ian on Wednesday in order to start planning the village Flower Show. It’s the 50th one this year and we want it to be bigger and better so I will be channelling my inner Linda Snell in order to make it so.
The village is warmed and cheerful in today’s sunshine . I saw Terry who gave me a lot of advice on dieting, so much so the Welsh dropped to the pavement and then Anne who kindly bought me a beach throw from Spain, after I had Facebook complimented her on one she had bartered for.
Mrs Trellis was out too ( sans bobble hat),
She was marching up towards The Gop, but there was no one else to see or greet as we turned for home
A Dusk Meeting
Dusk yesterday.
I knew the Lady by the field gate.
Not well, but we know each other’s name and houses and are friends on Facebook
She had been crying and was trying hard to hide it
I hadn’t noticed because Roger was pulling at his lead and only realised after she had brought it to my attention and was hurrying a little embarrassed.
She said something about a family member before moving on and I presumed her tears were tears of grief
Sometimes I think I see too much grief
Too much at work, certainly.
In my counselling I see loss in its many forms.
Loss of roles, loss of employment, of home, of loved ones and of relationships.
Losses of youth, of hope, of abilities to cope in life.
In my personal counselling with my old Irish sage,
I have explored my own grief reactions
And have realised all too well that it never really goes away
You just live with it more peaceably
Grief, is love which has no where to go
I used to be like Snow White , but I drifted
Musical Nostalgia is back in the cinema and Snow White ( looking rather like Audrey Tatou in Amelie) looks to be another hit for Disney. Rachel Zegler has a wonderfully pure voice for the role
A restful uneventful day here. I’m on one night shift ( a favour for a friend) then on two weeks holiday!!!!
Yayyyyyy
Stiffy
I have been counselling clients for much of the day
But went into my surgery to see the practice nurse about my feet first thing.
She was happy about them but stated I would be going for “ a proper” check soon as well as a routine eye exam.
She’s a jolly-hockey sticks character who also brightly asked
“ Any Trouble with the old erections?”
“I might have trouble right now “ I replied honestly
Hey ho
Chappell Roan - Pink Pony Club
And let’s all take a big breath
lol
I love this
Busy day,
Roger is licking my feet
In front of the fire
Trump This IS a Statesman !
I’m working a long day today , so will leave you this video at dawn before I go.
Integrity and gravitas
Quite lovely
She brought the house down ! Bloody marvellous
My personal counsellor asked me if I wanted feedback today on my “progress”
Of course I said yes
“You are lighter and brighter and I’m so glad” she shared, her eyes twinkling in the firelight of her apartment
I loved the way she described her counselling style
“ I will walk beside you on your journey” she said
I have four more sessions with her, and then she retires
I’m her very last client after fifty one years in harness
Neighbour Totoro
Weigh ins are on a Monday morning.
Like an old boxer before a fight I stand on the kitchen scales in my under crackers
And pray I’m the desired weight.
This week I’ve lost 6.2 lbs
There’s a lot to be said for a diabetic diet.
I have a busy week before going to see Nu next Monday
I’ve been distant with her which has been related to me not feeling well, a complicated reaction to a physical malaise.
I’ve felt ashamed at my weight gain, my lethargy and my need to hide away and
She has been patient with me, just waiting for me to return or not, without drama or guile
So I’m returning to London next Monday to see her and to take her to the theatre.
In between now and seeing her, I’m busy. Today after taking Trendy Carol’s Hubby for a hospital appointment, I’m going to my counselling centre to complete the miles of paperwork demanded of us “ counsellors”. Tomorrow I’m in University then I’m having my personal counselling later afternoon. My 80 year old counsellor has been ill since Christmas, only bouncing back to work this week.
I’ve missed her Irish brogue and quiet wit, and now have the energy to climb the steep stairs to her cold apartment where we sit infront of the fire and talk.
Wednesday I’m working a full day shift at the hospice and Thursday I’m seeing clients in MIND.
Friday I’m on a one off night shift, a favour to a colleague
Monday we are going to see the return of My Neighbour Totoro which wowed the west end over two years ago now, it will be lovely if we enjoy it. But theatre doesn’t matter much really, it’s Nu , who I’m going to see
Lol
The last time I was embarrassed I was picking up antibiotics from the vet.
The handsome, virile Spanish vet was sat behind the counter with his feet on a desk.
He was rolling medicine containers with a lazy hand
He looked magnificent!
“ I’ve come for some tablets” I squeaked
“Mr Gray!” He smiled and bellowed out in a rich baritone
“It’s nice to be remembered” I simpered
“ Your name is on the bottle” he lisped
St David’s Day
Let’s change the subject. It’s St David’s day and the daffodils in the garden and on the field wall have barely shown their faces as yet.
Which is odd.
I got up at 6 pm and walked the dogs. It was dusk and chilly but the sky was cheerful enough given the pink hues in the West.
A fox darted across the field, unseen by the Welsh who sniffed and wee’d and sniffed again and before we knew it, we were heading home, Mary cold without her woollen coat
The day has shot past, as they do nowadays
And by 6.30 I was driving to work in the company of Lisa Tarbuck
Bully
Trump’s bad behaviour is escalating and I am truly worried.
Like a child with no boundaries his rudeness and impulsive behaviour gets worse and it’s a case of the Emperor’s New Clothes with sycophant Vance in tow.
His behaviour with Volodymyr Zelenskyy was nothing less than disgusting
Keir Starmer patronised the President with a letter from King Charles,So just looked weak though Trump did concede that the Prime Minister was a tough negotiator
I seldom talk about politics but Trump is an angry child in charge of a country
Stood Up
I sat at a table overlooking sea and had lunch on my own.
It was mindful
I turned off my phone and enjoyed the service, the food and the view
And I was mindful, that my thoughts slowed down and I relaxed
We don’t have time for ourselves in this strange mad little world
Supervision is teaching me the strengths of mindfullness
New People In The Village and other stories
Old Trefor’s bungalow has sold!
So there will be more newbie’s in Trelawnyd soon.
With the Church, there are now six buildings in this part of the village
It’s a tiny village within a village all told.
I wonder who my new neighbours will be.
Trefor’s house is a 1960s bungalow which wouldn’t look out of place in Stingray or Thunderbirds
It hasn’t been modernised for 60 years so I’m intrigued how it will be changed and if the occupants can cope with the cacophony of yapping dogs next door.
We shall see. https://tours.peterlarge.com/tour/1g501g14a36
I’ve been counselling all day and said my goodbyes to two of my favourite clients today.
Yes, therapists can have favourites per se…even if objectivity is desired at all times.
We are human, we will do.
I think the therapeutic relationship is a special one. Often clients share things with a therapist that they have never shared with another human being.
That’s a special and moving bond that tie
It’s a privilege.
I got home just as it was getting dark. The sold sign still clear on the telephone pole next to Trevor’s house.
Everything Changes, I thought to myself
Ps there‘s a mouse in the kitchen, I’ve found droppings in my baking cupboard
Dirty buggers
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