Mission Impossible

 

My sisters, sister in law and brother in law and I  went to see Mission Impossible Final Reckoning tonight 

Apart from Tom Cruise’s T rex running arms ( which we copied every time he ran ) and an underused but hypnotic Paris ( the camera loving Pom klementieff below) and one set piece fight in an Arctic cabin the three hour finale was all a bit much. After we left , I felt a reenactment of the chase scenes was in order 

And my sister loved it ( see her Facebook comment below)

Janet Parry

 I liked bits of it ...3 hours is too long my knees were killing me ...best bit was you driving like a mad man out of the car park

Kitchen Wall Gift and a mouse with attitude

 

At lunchtime I found a card and a gift from a Going Gently fan on the kitchen wall next to the lane.

What fun

Robyn ( with hubby in tow) should have popped in for a cuppa, but they didn’t and went well out of their way to treat me on a day that I needed a kindness. 

I was made up. Thank you dearheartx 

This story from last night is dedicated to Robyn 

It concerns Weaver

I’ve already shared that the twins seldom go out.

I put this down to their natural shyness coupled with Mary’s antics at the open cat flap.

Last night we all got a glimpse of Weaver’s true nature.

She’s not the Mary Poppins I think she is…

It was going on ten pm. 

The zombie serial The Last Of Us was playing, the fire was roaring and the Welsh were curled up on the sofa. 

Bun was sat on the stool by the tv with her legs tucked primly underneath her

It was all calm, 

Then Weaver strode in from the kitchen like !ily Savage on stage

A fat brown mouse in her mouth

She looked at the sleeping dogs and looked angry

And gave the mouse a sharp bite down 

It squeaked loudly

And the Welsh and Bun jumped up in sudden excitement .

Instead of legging it, Weaver stood her ground and spat the fatally wounded mouse on to the carpet with what I can only describe as gross contempt.

And in the melee of terriers hoping for a free lunch that followed. she walked up the stairs as if nothing had happened

Musing

 I dropped Leo off at Chester station this morning, grabbed a coffee at the Storyhouse and sat quietly underneath its art deco ceiling and the inspirational quotes by famous writers

Its a place to muse, if u need to as it is muted like a library which plays gentle music

I always feel a little deflated after there is noise in the cottage. Leo laughed a schoolboy laugh at everything the Welsh threw at him and being Autistic shared a different view of ordinary life which is totally unique and sometimes refreashing

He found my slightly feigned hatred of the Minecraft movie amusing and baffling.His obsession with his phone I realise is normal for most 22 year olds.

Im learning.

I feel unsettled.I dont want to returm to work even though im not due back for 10 days

I have some thinking to do

Ive ordered the harissa sausage breakfast its all protein and few carbs My sugars were 5.8 this morning.

Leo has just texted a formal thank you.he always refers to me as "uncle" something he will continue to do for years

Sunday

 We had a long walk to y shed this morning to have breakfast and Leo picked MinecraftThe Movie as his afternoon out treat with Pizza Express as a follow up. The film was the worst film I’ve ever seen but the chicken salad was quite a lovely surprise. 

Tonight is vegging with a beer

Movies, Pizza and Dogs

 

Leo was delayed in Crewe, so I picked him up in Chester. We started the day with pizza at Chester Market then a horror film Final Destination BloodLines which showed more unique ways to kill the average Joe than could be imagined by your usual serial killer.

We did some serious dog lurve , ate sausage and chips on the beach and visited my sisters before going to see Thunderbolts which was, surprisingly entertaining for a superhero movie

After the film we had a hour and a half discussion about the best of Bond Girls before bed

I’m totally fucked

Leo

  Leo will be arriving soon, I’m waiting for his train to arrive . 

I wrote this about him six year ago it’s worth a revisit

“ it’s  my nephew Leo's birthday today

He's a late teen.

He is Chris's nephew and not my blood relative and our relationship is text

 

based with a heavy biase towards adventure movies, superheroes, DVDs and tv.

I love the intermittent " conversations" we have

I'm incredibly fond of the boy who is now almost a man .

Three years ago now we took Leo to London on a shopping expedition after a booked trip to see the Star Wars exhibition at the O2. 

The trip went mighty fine. 

But I remember one moment when we crossed the road near Trafalgar Square  the noise of a nearby  group of protesters suddenly rose to a crescendo. 

I remember thinking that sudden loud noises may be a potential problem for Leo and I wondered , a bit helplessly, just what I could do to make things easier.

I need not have worried

Quietly Leo slipped his hand into mine as we crossed the road and held it firmly until we moved into a quieter part of central London.

I remember being terribly moved by this tiny but very human moment of the visit.

History

 I found these two videos which give a little background to The Gop and to the Trelawnyd name. He has a great voice too

Operation Dog Snot Removal

 My ex’s nephew arrives on Saturday morning. Now I know that he won’t be bothered hat the cottage looks like , but I will

After seeing clients I’m racing around with the carpet cleaner, 

Fabreeze is my best friend

Leo is an easy guest.

Already I’ve set him homework to see what films he wants to see that are showing within a twenty mile radius and we will make a day of it. 

'Ta-Ra-Ra-Boom-De-Ay'

I remember little of my childhood, 

Sometimes I wonder if that is normal 

But lying in bed this morning, a song got stuck 

A mind worm from god knows where

My grandmother pulling up her simple blue dress, kicking her legs in the garden as she sang her own version 

“ Ta-Ra-Ra-Boom-De-Ay

Ta-Ra-Ra-Boom-de-ay!

My knickers flew away 

They came back yesterday”

And I remember crying with laughter

The Class of 25

We are meeting up for drinks in a couple of weeks so I mooched off early as I hate goodbyes

It’s almost four years to the day since I planted my laburnum in the Churchyard

I remembered this on the way home

She’s a strapping young tree now, full of blossom 

“ Happiness is when old men plant trees the shade of which they will never sit”

 

John Garrison - Never Far From Me

One of the simplest and most lovely of songs

In the library today, last day of college tomorrow.

It doesn’t feel quite real, three years of study almost 

The Welsh are asleep in the kitchen chair and Bun is skipping in the garden quite alone.

Like old William before her, she’s chasing honey bees, amid the yellow Welsh poppies and the purple alliums

Like a loon

Suddenly there comes the distant rumble of thunder from across the valley

And she races for home

Et maintenant -and letting the village down a little

I missed the VE celebrations in the village Hall today

I’ve missed a lot of village bits and bobs recently and I’m sorry for that

ill health and college deadlines are to blame 

I’ve put a link of Bridget’s video of the afternoon below

It’s looked lovely 

Well done to all involved

Click on the link

Trelawnyd VE celebrations

Tomorrow I am typing up my essay that was written today , I’m doing that in the college’s satellite library. in Rhyl. My last day in college is Tuesday and I’ve bought my favourite  tutor a gift of a dinosaur mug and a bag  of proper coffee . 

Now Tuesdays will mark my return to choir 

The lisping choir made me smile today 

Vacarious Pleasure

 Today it’s back to normal 

Sat at the kitchen table 

Planning and writing my last counselling essay…

My trip to London with my sister Janet is now in its fifth year 

We have seen two Royal Ballets, three musicals and have eaten well all over London 

A tradition which needs continuing

Janet  loves London and so do I 

I also love the fact she gains so much pleasure from the effort of going.

On Friday night, I suggested we walked from Covent Garden up the Strand towards Piccadilly. 

On the way we entered Trafalger Square

She had never been 

And her joy was palpable ,

At Piccadilly she photographed the diving sculptures from a nearby building I had never noticed 

Ok we had a fraught moment in the Opera House where she couldn’t switch off her mobile phone

But the incident made us chuckle long and hard on the way home , on the train journey from hell.

And her photo of Eros at dusk was sublime 

There is a VE celebration tea in the Hall this afternoon, I saw the bunting around chapel street this morning 

On the way home

The Piazza Restaurant at the Royal Opera Housewas lovely, the Maître d charming and she soon found out we were twins sort of celebrating our birthday. (Hence the chocolate message )

The ballet was lovely not as charming as Don Quixote, but robust and dramatic with more death scenes you could shake a cod piece at

 

Amanda Holden’s Breasts

 

Titanique is bonkers

Bonkers, bonkers, bonkers

The musical journey of Jack and Rose as seen through the eyes of gay diva Celene Dion ( Lauren Drew) has to be seen to be believed. 

With just 8 performers., all with voices to die for, the songs of Mz Dion as well as favourites like All on my Own and I drove all night, are belted out inbetween dirty injokes, , slapstick and Dion’s accent which sounded more Colombian than French Canadian .

We even had the grinning Layton Williams bursting onto the stage as the Bitch Iceberg dressed as Tina Turner

God it was funny, and everything was made more camp when Amanda Holden appeared above Janet’s head to take her seat, dressed in a low cut leopard print jump suit.and Mick Jaggers lips

London

My sister and I are on our way to London 

It’s my Christmas gift to her

A ticket to see Romeo & Juliet at the Royal Opera House and lunch before hand in the Piazza Restaurant 

I love giving gifts like this

It always means I’m going too !!!! Lol The train is usually relaxing and we are not going to get knackered running around so im not going to stress the arm in any way, which is prudent

we are on the train,  booked into our favourite Z hotel in the centre of Covent Garden

Tonight we are off to see the camp-as-Christmas musical Titanique tomorrow is the ballet matinee of Romeo and Juliet

Janet and I get on in aneasy way

That’s the strength of twins 

We just are

Hope

 

I was driving home from counselling when I heard the news that the Conclave had elected Pope Leo

I was strangely moved to tears.

Coffee with Eleanor

 I went for an X-ray on my neck and shoulder today, more healthcare but this time professional and very slick. I was in a local cafe by 11am which is owned by the family of Mike Peters,the frontman of the band The Alarm , who died a few days ago. My brother looked after his guitars for him and they were kindred spirits so to speak. The cafe was surrounded by floral tributes from fans, friends and villagers which was sweet

Chic Eleanor turned up looking every inch the English lady she is and hugged me for the longest time

“Darling you need a hug and I have them in abundance “ she purred

I didn’t argue.

I moaned and she listened over coffee

It was good to see her

This afternoon I completed a literature search for uni, 

I will leave you with these two videos of well known songs

Genius

Adele’s someone like you and Abba

White Coat Syndrome

 

I was reviewed by the eye clinic consultant today

Apparently I have an abnormal Right eye from a blood vessel bleed which  probably occurred a few years ago

I cannot abide anyone assessing my eyes

A no nonsense nurse that felt as though she could handle herself in a pub fight squeezed painkillers and a pupil dilator in and as I half struggled to stop her , she held me down like a reluctant Virgin to complete her pressure studies 

LOOK FORWARD ! She instructed as if she was training a horse and I tried to comply…..

By the time the consultant reviewed my scans and asked for my blood pressure to be taken it was 200/100

I wasn’t fucking surprised

He frowned and said “This is not good”.

My blood sugar was a little high too but hadn’t dipped after my lunch only an hour before 

I tried to explain I was stressed but he was convinced I was devoid of any moderately healthy symptoms 

I nearly fainted when he said the treatment for my condition was injections into the eye itself 

I wondered if the robust clinic nurse would be doing it? And when? 

An hour later at home my blood pressure was 140/88 and my blood sugar was 6

The Twins

 

I woke with Weaver's serious face staring at me

Bun was sat on my legs

Both purring like German war planes