Ok not the best photo of the Christmas tree, but an atmospheric one.
Working tomorrow so it was nice to get it all sorted today.
On dog sofa at the moment and must go Strictkly come dancing is starting!
George
Dog number four arrives on the 29th. George is going to be our last Scottie and definately our last mutt, as the household ( and my couch) cannot hold anymore.In four years I have turned into saddo dogman, and have enjoyed ever minute of it. I guess when I am 60, I will one of those obsessive pensioners with a "I love my scottie" sticker on my nissan micra!
ps. Meg has just been scanned and although she is producing milk, she is not pregnant. The rather snappy young vet said it was a phantom pregnancy: with George coming, most of me is relieved
Vaginas,vaginas,vaginas......"enough already!"
I first saw the The Vagina Monologues, years ago, in Sheffield with a wonderful cast, which included Jenny Eclair and the truly talented Miriam Margolyes (left) . I always remember Chris almost getting horsewhipped by a rather butch looking Amazonian for laughing (it was nerves!); at a rather sad Vagina Monologue! intitled The Little Coochie Snorcher! . The Eve Ensler production always has the potential of looking a bit dated, but it was saved in the Llandudno theatre touring production by the energetic Abi Roberts (pic right), who swore and laughed, and forced herself into the audience hearts with a right old fashioned Northern performance. She reminded me of my friend Ruth Graham in full 1990's flow. The largely female audience was suitably hysterical! especially after a few mediocre white wines at the interval. Incidentally I hear that Fiddler on the roof is in Sheffield at the moment and I would love to see it as it is my all time favourite musical, the reviews are wonderful.
By the way,I am Sitting typing this with a roaring fire and the newly set up fairy lights in the window.... all very nice and very Christmasy.
Mud,Dickens and pets
I am waiting for the window replacement man to come and sell us something, so am writing about this morning's cock up. The mistake of the day was to go out in deck shoes.! Usually we (dogs and I ) have a run on the beach around 11.00 am-(well they do the running). There are several reasons why I choose the beach rather than up Gop Hill or down Gypsy Lane:-
- Cleaner on the paws
- allows the dogs to run free, safe from sheep
- cleaner on the paws
However as in most best laid plans I forgot that the tides change with the clock and as last week there were big expanses of sand on which to gallop, today the surf was right in! So slightly disappointed we all trouped to Bishop's Wood for a country walk. Now you have to remember It has been raining for three weeks, and we have to cross a large 1 in 4 slope field! (in Deck shoes!) Yes disaster was in the making! Maddie as usual galloped free of the leads, mud splattered and drooling, she shot past the others in a "chase me chase me" type way, and true to form Fin and Meg did just that! Holding on the leads like an out-of-condition Charlton Heston in Ben Hur, my legs went from under me and I was dragged down the muddy hill on my back. To say that I was mud splattered was an understatement ! I had mud in my woolly hat, mud up the inside of my coat!, mud down my jeans! As I lay there praying for death, Fin and Meg, thinking this was all part of the game hurled themselves on top of me! so then I had mud all down my front and face.
I have been falling over rather a lot recently........which is worrying.
Been to fat club today (less embarrassing than my mud fall ( just about) then, later we went to an exce
llent one man show of A Christmas Carol at Clwyd Theatr Cymru. The actor ,Robert Perkins (pic) who also adapted the material, was very personable .
Theatre clwyd also had an amusing exhibition of photographs by Sue Packer, intitled pets.
http://www.theherbert.org/whatsOn/exhibitionDetail.asp?eventID=312
This is one of my favourites, ( I wonder why?) One photo of an ancient woman with her "laughing" elderly dog, broke my heart!Ps. also heard some good news from Sheffield that two of my former staff nurses Mick and Emma (Both I like to think I groomed just a little) have just got sister's posts...lovely ( Can't believe I actually just said my !!)
Oh and spoke to Nu tonight about weddings!..........can't wait/x
A welcome letter & Real Rhyl
Received a letter today from Sr Judy Jones who is a senior nurse in a remote mission hospital in Zimbabwe. The die hard readers of this blog may remember that I met this interesting woman on a study day in the summer:-http://disasterfilm.blogspot.com/2006_08_23_archive.html
Judy was desperate for some equipment for her wards, basic stuff such as thermometers and patient movement "slides", which could be used without fear of parts needing repairs that could not be done in the country. I scraped together a score of thermometers and several easyslides (DON'T ask me how I got hold of those) and sent off the package, not knowing that the isolated mission would receive it. It was a simple enough thing to do, and I was thrilled today to receive a detailed letter from Zimbabwe thanking me for the items. Things in Bonda Hospital still seem dire at times , as Judy chronicled that the nurses had to actually collect water from the river to boil as all water and electricity had been cut off for 24 hours at a time, but in her own words, "...you might ask how we function?, but with good humour and luck and God's help we do!"
I was touched by her words and was also saddened to hear that out of all her requests for help when she was over in Wales, my meagre package was the only help that Judy's hospital received. Judy has now asked for more help This time she would like any discarded mobile phones, as they can be reused and sold easily to generate money towards a defibrillator and a set of commodes
Sorted out a load of Christmas cards and went into Rhyl to collect a package from Royal Mail. Now I don't go into Rhyl, as is is just one big run down Chav reservation but I must give the old Odeon Cinema in the centre of town its due as being one of my favourite art deco building ( even if it is now a Bingo hall ) . At least they didn't knock it down.
Mozart by Light Bulb
The Mozart concert was lovely even though the "candlelight" was electric in nature. Chris was slightly miffed that the advertised Soprano's "Queen of the Night" from The Magic Flute, was not forthcoming, but you can't have everything!Waiting for the big storm to hit tonight , Chicken all battened down, working all tomorrow too.
Storm
Not the best photo of the beach, The sky seemed much blacker than you can see here. Liverpool Bay looked quite spectacular
Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie a man after midnight...
I was calculating this morning of how many work Christmas nights out I have been to over the years? Well at least 28 of them I think, and they have all been pretty dire affairs; bad food, noisy, drunken and expensive- yep last night's Abba night (complete with tribute band- and I use the word band rather loosely), was no exception. Half of the ITU lot dressed up in an assortment of pseudo-original Abba garb,and got very drunk very quickly. The other half, just got drunk very quickly! Thank god I found Hazel, who is a tall willowy snob; she stated loudly from the start t
hat she "didn't do fancy dress", and certainly "didn't do party hats." So we sat together and watched the fun. To be fair the lamb was lovely (even if the camp aged and grossly harassedwaiter was lisping at the top of his voice "LAMB!!!, who else has ordered the LAMB!? Darlins? LAMB!!!LAMB?..." The service was crap, the drinks were flat but the music was OK (you can't go far wrong with Abba, even if the lead singer had a welsh accent!)
My favourite Christmas night out memory was the Spinal Injury Night out in an awfull Chinese bar down the Moor in Sheffield. During the "disco" after the meal tempers frayed between British Steel and British telicom on the dance floor
, and several fists were flying. The spinal nurses were caught in the crossfire, and I will always remember my friend Ruth yelling "Save Lewis!! Save Lewis", as our weedy Social worker got sandwiched between two battling thugs crying out like Charles Hawtrey "stop it! stop it this is all rather silly!!"This morning, true to form very slightly muzzy, even though Chris picked me up at 11.30pm. Now off to the beach for a blow, and later we are off to LLandudno to a Mozart by candlelight concert....what a difference 24 hours makes?
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