No rain, no rain!!!!...................finally a cold dry morning!!!! Pity I can't get into the garden and field as the ground is still sodden, but at least everything looks so much better. Friend Jonney H in sheffield says he wants a view from Wynyard road, and just realised how lucky we are with this one.At last!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE SUN
No rain, no rain!!!!...................finally a cold dry morning!!!! Pity I can't get into the garden and field as the ground is still sodden, but at least everything looks so much better. Friend Jonney H in sheffield says he wants a view from Wynyard road, and just realised how lucky we are with this one.A sedate Hen night
Siobhan and Sarah- Nu's neices (Left) were star players at Nuala's rather nice and sedate Liverpool hen night. The sisterhood were there Ona, Ann, and Margie, sister in law Debs, and friends Paula, Rachel,Liz and the wonderfully dynamic Hillary. I was very happy to be there and all seems organised for the "wedding of the year" There was nice chats and gossip and tapas and Chris was a star and picked me up at 11pm, so I was happy to leave them to it ! No doubt much more red wine would have been drunk and tears shed before bedtime.Tomorrow Sunday I am working nights (Monday too) so it will be nice to get back to being Mr Miniver on Tuesday
Chutzpah by the bucketload, and I am Mrs Miniver!!!
Fiddler on the Roof, At the Crucible was an amazing experience ! Exciting, moving and totally absorbing! three hours of stunning theatre shot by in what seemed like 30 minutes. Henry Goodman, played Tevye magnificently; with a twinkle in his wise old eye, his scenes with Beverley Klein as Golde, his shrewish wife were especially moving, and there was not a dry eye in the house when they sang Do You Love Me? It was a lovely evening.
Jonney Highfield was in excellent performing mode, and we had a great time on catch up before and after the theatre yes in ALL BAR ONE!.It was like old times doing theatre and a few beers:
Read most of Mrs Miniver by Jan Struthers on the train, and must admit I was a little disappointed as it chronicled her life ( and rather privileged one at that) before the war so was very different to the 1941 film version. One sentence did hit home with me and I realised that me and Mrs Miniver ( or indeed Jan Struthers) are very alike!!!in certain ways, as she/they seem to enjoy the small things that mean "home"
"She reached her doorstep. The key turned sweetly in the lock.
That was the kind of thing one remembered about a house; not the size of the
rooms or the colour of the walls, but the feel of the door handles and the light
switches, the shape and texture of the banister rail under one's palm; minute
tactual intimacies, whose resumption was the essence of comming home"
The other George,I am fitted for a new suit ! antiques club
This is Nia and George's "Little George"- just received this picture, liked the T shirt logo 
Went to Chester, and got fitted for my wedding outfit! A very camp salesman organised my clothes and flounced around with very thin lips when I walked in! (I was wearing my green mini welli slip ons!!! which I am sure ruined his day) He asked me what my waist size was and when I said 36, he looked me up and down like John Innman and said very pointedly "36! I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I. DOOOOOON'T THIIIINK SOOOOO" I very almost laughed but did go a shade of crimson when he measured me and proved he was right!! Oh the shame!
The wind is awful today, little George on his lead resembled a small hairy kite, so we all had to walk on the leeward side of the sand dunes. Off to Antiques club with Janet later, which should be fun, I think it's all about Arts and Crafts movement. Well actually it was about the life of William Morris which was generally interesting, however the speaker did concentrate on tapestry and wallpaper design a little too much. The church hall was full of grey hairs (about 40!!!) and the usual ankylosing spondylitis 80 year old lady was fast asleep on the front row!! The information the speaker gave of Morris' Red House at Bexley Heath was facinating and the house (now owned by the National Trust) was quite beautifull.
Spring, a fight at the vets and scrooge
The snowdrops that I dug up from the old Meliden cottage have started to bloom, and the mild weather has brought forth all the bulbs I planted in the autumn, miles too early.
Sometimes I think we were spoilt in experiencing excellent theatre in Sheffield, and I am so looking forward in seeing Fiddler on the Roof at the Crucible on Friday. Tonights version of Scrooge in Llandudno's Venue Cymru, was truely awful. Moody was ok, (even though he forgot many of his lines), and was impressive at 82 ! but the rest of the production, cast, sets, costumes and adaptation was on a level with an adequate school play! We walked out!
George was taken down to the beach today with the others and amid gales he held his end up very well, and walked on the lead from Central to Barkby beaches! after that I took Meg,Maddie and Finlay to the vets for their jabs and they all 
sat like little angels in the old fashioned waiting room, which was full ! Opposite sat two labradors with a smelly old Welsh farmer type, and a poodlecross with his owners. Next to me was a bloke with a cat on his knee in a carrier. As this bloke got up, the labradors got too close to the mongrel and one huge holy fight started! At one point the old boy fell onto the seats behind him, as the poodleowners (shouting as loudly as the dog was barking) dragged him out with a nasty bleeding bite on his face! My three sat there open mouthed and quiet (Maddie was hiding under my seat) and I was proud as punch they behaved! The vetinary nurses fell in love with Finlay as he accepted all his jabs and a particulary nasty kennel cough innoculation with great humour!
sat like little angels in the old fashioned waiting room, which was full ! Opposite sat two labradors with a smelly old Welsh farmer type, and a poodlecross with his owners. Next to me was a bloke with a cat on his knee in a carrier. As this bloke got up, the labradors got too close to the mongrel and one huge holy fight started! At one point the old boy fell onto the seats behind him, as the poodleowners (shouting as loudly as the dog was barking) dragged him out with a nasty bleeding bite on his face! My three sat there open mouthed and quiet (Maddie was hiding under my seat) and I was proud as punch they behaved! The vetinary nurses fell in love with Finlay as he accepted all his jabs and a particulary nasty kennel cough innoculation with great humour!
Sometimes I think we were spoilt in experiencing excellent theatre in Sheffield, and I am so looking forward in seeing Fiddler on the Roof at the Crucible on Friday. Tonights version of Scrooge in Llandudno's Venue Cymru, was truely awful. Moody was ok, (even though he forgot many of his lines), and was impressive at 82 ! but the rest of the production, cast, sets, costumes and adaptation was on a level with an adequate school play! We walked out!
Stormy weather
I am tired of the weather! it has been raining off and on for weeks now and the back yard, paths and garden are totally sodden, dirty and slick. Four dogs and a senile cat who spends the day in and out and out and in, means that the kitchen feels clammy for much of the time, and ( with the risk of sounding like a loon) I have already cleaned the kitchen floor five times today!
I want us to experience crisp dry frosty days with weak sunshine as we are supposed to be experiencing this time of year, and I want to get stuck in with the field, which resembles the quagmire out of All Quiet on the Western Front (1930) !
Worked last night and had an hours sleep this morning before toileting duties. Now I cannot complain as I chose to have a new puppy, but it does feel like hard work after 60 minutes sleep.! The beach walk woke me a little and got thinking of a polish doctor who has just left ITU to go back home. A warm, gentle and ever so self depreciating woman in her early thirties, this doctor had taken the chance to move her young family over to Wales to start a new life. She seemed to struggle with the UK culture and language, but coped , with humour and dignaty. Universally the nursing staff ( historically very tough cookies to win over) liked working with her, and we all were shocked to find out that she is suffereing from terminal cancer, which was diagnosed quite suddenly after a short period of back pain. It is strange , but working amid sudden death and disability, as we do on intensive care, the nursing staff are well used to seeing lives that have been torn apart; yet, the speed of her diagnosis and subsequent departure has created a huge wave of shock and despondency amongst us all which is dreadfull. I was reminded of another close collegue of mine from Sheffield who had been diagnosed with cancer in very similar circumstances. Her funeral was perhaps the saddest I have ever experienced, as it was devoid of any humour or irony. I know this seems like a stupid thing to say, but I always feel that funerals should be bitter sweet, with loss mixed with normal, happier memories. I always remember the rather dry clergyman stating that my collegue had a full and happy life and qualified this by stating she had always enjoyed "Time Team" on tv. ! I almost cried at the emptiness of his remark.!
Message to self.................get more sleep
I want us to experience crisp dry frosty days with weak sunshine as we are supposed to be experiencing this time of year, and I want to get stuck in with the field, which resembles the quagmire out of All Quiet on the Western Front (1930) !
Worked last night and had an hours sleep this morning before toileting duties. Now I cannot complain as I chose to have a new puppy, but it does feel like hard work after 60 minutes sleep.! The beach walk woke me a little and got thinking of a polish doctor who has just left ITU to go back home. A warm, gentle and ever so self depreciating woman in her early thirties, this doctor had taken the chance to move her young family over to Wales to start a new life. She seemed to struggle with the UK culture and language, but coped , with humour and dignaty. Universally the nursing staff ( historically very tough cookies to win over) liked working with her, and we all were shocked to find out that she is suffereing from terminal cancer, which was diagnosed quite suddenly after a short period of back pain. It is strange , but working amid sudden death and disability, as we do on intensive care, the nursing staff are well used to seeing lives that have been torn apart; yet, the speed of her diagnosis and subsequent departure has created a huge wave of shock and despondency amongst us all which is dreadfull. I was reminded of another close collegue of mine from Sheffield who had been diagnosed with cancer in very similar circumstances. Her funeral was perhaps the saddest I have ever experienced, as it was devoid of any humour or irony. I know this seems like a stupid thing to say, but I always feel that funerals should be bitter sweet, with loss mixed with normal, happier memories. I always remember the rather dry clergyman stating that my collegue had a full and happy life and qualified this by stating she had always enjoyed "Time Team" on tv. ! I almost cried at the emptiness of his remark.!
Message to self.................get more sleep
Guilt
Been naughty tonight ( Sunday Night Monday Morning) it is 1.29 am and I have been watching celebrity big brother. I have found some of it fascinating ( well like perhaps you would find a train wreck fascinating), and some of it rather sad. Jade's mum,( thick as mince but ready to fight her corner) was crying in the diary room, and asked for her "medication" to be sent in! humm worrying! I think she is another example of a sadsack being manipulated by the producers to provide the Romans with a Christian!Anyhow was watching an advert and it featured a teenage girl who is angry that her family is eating her healthy "Kworn", warning her brother off she hisses
"Touch my food...feel my fork!"
well it made me smile......
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