Not the Japanese Ballet but a wonderful interpretation
The cottage was valued today, so it looks neat a tidy.
The assessor told me it was the most cosy and sweet cottage she had valued since she last saw in back in 2018 when it was up for sale before the divorce
“ How are you?” She asked me without any edge and the question caught me totally unawares
I almost teared up but didn’t and she was gracious enough not to notice ,
but merely said
“There’s a lot of love put into this home”
I smiled
And as she assessed upstairs the postman arrive with flowers from blog reader Kath
A lovely kindness
The assessor walked down the stairs and said
“ lovely new bathroom , I like it”
I preened
And suddenly
Weaver stalked past us with a dead shrew in her mouth
Giselle is a ballet that only succeeds because of the quality of its wilis ( pronounced willies)
The first act is a so-so bit of storytelling, with Giselle falling for a betrothed duke and dying from a weak heart and an insane mind, but only in the second act do things ramp up a notch with the ghost of Giselle joining the forest ghosts of spurned virgins who have died before marriage, namely the Wilis.
The power of the second act is the way that the corps de ballet ( maybe 30 women) dance as one entity
And the National Ballet of Japan had precision in bucket loads
They were breathtaking and all rather menacing
I almost laughed when two Wilis hurled the huntsman into the river to drown, such was the gasp from the audience.
They were two Wilis that could hold their own in a pub fight
I’m on the 5 pm train home
Happy that I made the effort to go to London for the day
But a long conversation with my Sheffield friend John changed my mind
He more or less said “ For fuck’s sake go”
My friends have come up trumps recently
Trendy Carol’s hubby had already asked if he could take the dogs today ( he misses them when I’m on holiday) so I’ve got a cheap ticket to London with my railcard and I’m off to the Opera House
Mary has the phantom pregnancy mooches today, hence the towels… Roger is putting up the drama with his usual alacrity.
Weaver has been braving the lane traffic with her usual bad temper and Bun is sitting in the sun looking pleased with herself.
I’m glad I’m on holiday still
The other morning , I made myself useful and took kelda and her cats to the vets. In turn Kelda made the Flower Show video, quid pro quo
As I waited for the cat boxes to be loaded up, I spied a villager leaving his house for work. He stopped short, surprised to see me there, then waved and walked over.
He’d obviously heard of my possible redundancy worries and gave me one of those understanding supportive faces people do when faced with someone else’s bad luck.
And quite spontaneously held out his hand and held mine for a while, in a sudden gesture that quite moved me.
It’s these little things that get you through the day
I can do , only what I have done and plans are afoot,
I know this.
But things are now feel out of my control and I have been transported back to that horrible day when my husband left, and I saw no meaningful future in this world.
Only now I am 7 years older
In a week or so the hospice will have a list of those staff who are taking voluntary redundancy
If there is a shortfall they further redundancies will be made
But natural professionalism continues and patients still get wonderful care
I’m so proud of my work guys
So enjoy this
JANET @ JOHN
Story
Sunday night is the Wheel Tappers and Shunters Social Club on tv ( google it because I can’t really explain) a cold beer ( a gift from Mrs Trellis at Christmas wrapped in red serviettes ) a bag of low calorie crisps and all the while Weaver is sitting on her own window ledge dinosaur looking out at the thunderstorm rolling in from the Vale of Clwyd Hills to the South.
Mary has another phantom pregnancy and has disembowelled the reading chair in the kitchen
Roger is sitting watching her with a worried “ what the fuck?” expression
Bun, the last time I saw her , was walking with a sex and the city swagger in the graveyard.
I went into the mental health charity and booked three paying clients for next week
I saw a plea from a village gal on Facebook to take her to the vets tomorrow so volunteered to do the job , I’m not altruistic I hope she will make me a flower show video in return lol
I feel low today and the God’s know this I suspect for at 6 pm Sue who has the ponies on the field called by to get things sorted for the return of the ponies
She called my name at the kitchen wall
And when I came out and without a word she hugged me with the best hug in the world
The Madrid Metropolitan Orchestra who plays with the lisping choir supporting young musicians on this lovely version of Cinema Paradiso
It’s delightful and that hug at the end was pure emotion
The last week I’ve been transported back to that awful time in Summer 2019 when Chris left me with a cottage for sale, no car, no job, no money and four dogs
If I can get through that I can get through anything
Thank you for your continued support
Look closely at my hero Silvia sanz conducting I can see myself in the audience !!!!
I completed my application to the NCPS (The National Counselling and Psychotherapy Society ) and paid my dues. I already have insurance in place and a new supervisor booked so I will take my paperwork into the counselling centre tomorrow in order to book my first clients.
This has given me some control back today
An informal message support line continues amongst the hospice nursing and support worker staff, and I’m thankful for friends Ben, Louise, Rhian and Ruth for grounding me today.
Ruth and I had lunch at Mostyn Galleries but neither of us could eat
I am feeling every inch my 63 years, this rollercoaster ride is not what you expect and want at any age let alone now in the autumn of my working career
But let’s change the subject
It’s Bun & Weaver’s 1st birthday ( estimated lol)
This morning as I was FaceTiming with my financial advisor , he commented that a black cat had walked past me, tip toeing on the radiator top. The cat had stopped briefly by the reading chair, then smacked a shocked Roger in the gob before running out of the cat flap
It was lovely to be with my Trelawnyd Village Family tonight.A lovely bunch and I was so moved that they gave me a toast and a round of applause for my graduation