Big Music

Jerome Moross wrote one great movie score and I could never believe he did not win an oscar for his magnificent musical theme for the 1958 film The Big Country (1958) which I listened to all the way home from work tonight!!!!!! It is my very favourite western, for many reasons other than the music (which can only be surpassed by the theme from Magnificent Seven) , It has Gregory Peck at his most virtuous ,Charlton Heston at his most handsome and Jean Simmons at her most beautiful! Was she actually quoted as saying during the long and arduous shoot "Who do I have to fuck to get off this picture?" Think I will watch the dvd later!
Love Burl Ives shouting at his no-good son Churck Conners " Crawl, you act like a dog, crawl like one! Crawl I said, crawl! ".....

Bringing Fin home, Helping Rol and back to normality

Chicken on the couch as a bit of a treat, and sporting his IV bandage like a medal, Finlay is back home and is asleep next to me. Not quite back to his usual self (a few wee accidents so far) but I will settle for what we have got. Chris is slouched on the sofa busy reading some biography about the Queen Mother (bless), Maddie is comatose on the arm chair and is farting peacefully, her stubby legs wagging; Meg and George are play fighting in the kitchen and Joan is wandering in and out and out and in, constantly in senile motion-! I can smile to myself just a little, things are just how they should be!

Caught up with old friend Rol this afternoon who has had the melancholy job of clearing his mum's house of furniture after her sad death last year. I am fully aware of how difficult and emotional this job can be and was happy to help albeit in a tiny and advisory way with some of her antiques! Wierd to hear him rather that to see him as he seems to have the thickest and Brummie accents now! a vast change from his original North Wales lilt! It was good to catch up! Very odd to think that we first met 26 years ago! how time flys!

Back to hospital tomorrow, as I am working all day am also on night shift Wednesday which is a bummer as the first meeting of the Trelawnyd Flower Show Committee is scheduled at 7pm. Yeap next weeks blogs are going to be so exciting!! watch this space



Animal hospital, weightwatchers and hopefull news


It has been a rollercoaster ride of a day. Managed to get hold of the consultant Vet this morning and went in to the animal hospital at 2pm with a very heavy heart. The consultant was a "jolly hockeysticks" type of woman who went through all the news clearly and concisely. Finlay's condition had improved with steroids, bags of fluids and a heavy dose of antibiotics, and the original diagnosis had seemed to have shifted from a brain event to a serious systemic infection of some sorts. She explained with a smile that he wasn't out of the woods by any means, but his neurology loss had reversed and he probably could go home tomorrow! I could hardly believe it as everyone had prepared us for his potential death only last night! I could have kissed her! A nurse in scrubs brought him out to see me and rather a sad ( and still connected to 500mls of dextrose saline) Finlay tottered out and hauled himself onto my knee with a weak but genuine open mouthed smile!. My boy was back!


Anyway enough of this emotion, the whole 24 hours has been all a bit much and Chris and I have been so touched my so many phone calls and good wishes from friends and family! Carole from down the road .......has been especially good looking after the three "little ones" when all this was going on! anyhow changing the subject.........................................................Yesterday I started work on the allotment which was bloody back breaking to say the least. Moving the rotavator is a cross between battling Charlton Heston's Chariot and hauling in a two ton Marlin, and I suspect digging the 40 foot plot will help with my weightwatchers point loss! (look at the silhouette of the stomach!) Mind you when we went to out weigh in yesterday I had lost ( wait for it!) SIX AND A HALF POUNDS!! Fat Bastard!

Crap day

It is 10 to 1 (am) on Friday morning, I cannot sleep and I can honestly say that today has been the worst I have experienced in years.Finlay became more a more lethargic over the day, and suspecting something neurological (but hoping something gastric) was afoot I rang the vet and got him seen at tea time after Fin refused to walk and could hardly stand. I knew he had a brain event as soon as I saw the vet worriedly checked his propreoception and ask quietly "Have you insurance?" I couldn't quite believe my reaction as I promptly burst into tears, as for the first time, I thought we could loose him. My head tell me at in the great scheme of things what with things like Nu's mum being so ill, and sudden illness seen at work all the time, a sick dog isn't seen as important, but Finlay has possessed a huge part of my heart and my life for 5 years and the thought of loosing him has devastated me.
The young woman vet was very good, she gave me a minute to collect myself and offered me the option of referring him to the animal hospital near Ellesmere Port that specialises in brain disorders but I know things look rather bleak. She gave him some steroids and a painkiller and I took him home prepared to take him to the animal hospital on Friday morning, of course he has deteriorated and I have just taken him to the hospital where they are giving him fluid resuscitation before a formal assessment tomorrow morning ( well this morning now)
I feel so crap, but cannot talk to anyone about it all even chris without getting overly upset and I just can't allow myself to do that at least at the moment.
I just want my boy back.

A long e mail and back to the land

Been discussing memories and perceptions with a friend over the past 24 hours or so, and he recalled a conversation from his youth which I thought was quite moving

"When I was 16 and spent my summer in France I asked Madame Farcy what it was like to have been living in Paris during the Occupation and I remember her answer so clearly: "I was a school girl. I got up every day and went to school - but there were German soldiers standing on the street corner. Sometimes they smiled."
Life's like that. Whenever I have hard times - and I have had a few over the years - I wake up the following

morning and there's a new day to live through

Thought I would take a "before " picture of the field, you can't see the pegs marking out the first of my allotment beds and I hope to have three "agricultural" areas 40 feet by 20 each! The soil is heavy clay so this is the upper most area of the field so hopefully will drain a little better. Just before I took this picture I disturbed a buzzard eating a wood pigeon in the long grass!

The view on the left is the rest of the field in the opposite direction and this is were the new hen house and run will be situated as well as the compost pallets. The run will be around 40 feet by 30 and the fencing will be around five foot high. The birds will have to have their wings clipped to keep the buggers in but thats not a difficult operation
Finlay had been pretty ill today, noting too specific, but he has been lethargic and just plain "odd", standing for long periods with head bowed in the kitchen, refusing to walk etc. Perhaps the trip to the vets yesterday persuaded him that he was ill?

A blunt Polish vet and the allotment finally starts!!!!

After several large fits last week I decided to take Fin to the vets to discuss anti-epileptic meds. I am really against him starting phenobarbitone as I feel it is potentially sedating and in high doses potentially dangerous to the liver, but I need to be open to discussion. Part of Fin's charm is his exceptionally friendly nature, and anything that could compromise that worries me. Anyhow off we trouped to the vets and as usual the waiting room was packed with the usual suspects when we arrived! Everyone looked rather nonplussed and the obvious reason was the fact that on duty was another new vet. With a thick polish accent a pretty young woman called out "Haw is next?" The waiting room as one all started to look at each other and the nearest woman stated "I am waiting to see Mr Sargent!" One after another four others stated the same thing and I felt terribly sorry for the young woman. Mr Sargent (see previous blogs) IS a delightfull James Herriot senior partner and obviously trusted by his large number of customers but the whole situation seemed rather insulting to her. Being in a hurry I was more than delighted to jump the queue, and was soon in the surgery with the Polish vet giving Fin the once over. Now, I work with a lot of Polish medics and enjoy the blunt direct way they sometimes communicate and am never upset by them, this vet was no different as she remarked sharply "Vhy is he vet ?" (I had bathed him earlier) , I explained and she nodded in a hard unsmiling way! Fin who loves even an unsmiling new vet kept looking at her with his open mouthed happy charm and soon had her grinning and fussing him, anyhow to cut a long story short (and after discussion and deliberation from 2 other vets) we all decided to leave Fin well alone! Fits and all, I hope it is the right decision. (is it me or is he smiling in this pic?)



Just got back from the local horticultural society talk with Ann and the guest speaker was a bigwig at the Chelsea Flower show, an affable and articulate vegetable grower called Medwin Williams (http://www.medwynsofanglesey.co.uk/) Came away all fired up with allotment fever ( and two bags of free compost!!!!-oh be still my beating heart!) Getting the rotavator tomorrow!!! and have got the corner posts for the chicken run, downside is the fact that George has shredded my green welly slip-ons! (Pic is a bunch of my daffs from the front garden)

Want to see Becoming Jane (2007) this weekend but am off to London on Friday for a wedding post mortem with Nu! She has treated me to some good theatre tickets (I cannot remember the play) as a thank you for what I did at the wedding ( what did I do?) and I can't wait to see her again! Perhaps Chris will let me drag him to the flicks next week?

A letter from Ethel Kennedy, the need of balance


Where were you?

People of a certain age (late 30s early 40s) will recall their parents saying “I always will remember where I was when Kennedy got shot”!, True to their word they would then state where they indeed were! usually with a slight wistful sadness The Kennedy shooting obviously affected my mother deeply, as only yesterday I found the acknowledgment from the White house for my Mother’s sympathy card (pic) in a pile of old papers.If you look closely the envelope of the card from Ethel Kennedy is actually handwritten and addressed to Mr & Mrs Ron Gray and family, Prestatyn England! How things change! Not only in the fact that the envelope was ACTUALLY hand written, (albeit by a secretary I would guess),but the fact that the post office actually delivered it!


Some 35 years later, the attack on the Twin Towers on 9/11, provided the world with another horrific and sudden shock of epic proportions. Everyone in September 2001 stopped what they were doing to watch this disaster unfold and Chris and I were no different! Chris had booked a skip for us to clear out the rubbish from Wynyard Road, and this tiny little wheelbarrow of a skip was delivered, which was no use to anyone. True to form (thinking myself Mr Practical) I was berating him for his mistake when the first news reports from New York started to come in and for the next eight hours I sat on the arm of the couch and Chris wandered around the living room both of us glued to the tv and the unfolding news. I can honestly say that I have never experienced so much disbelief and shock to a world event like I did that day and some of the visuals of the disaster still linger in my mind today. Like countless of others I will always remember where I was and what I was doing on September the 11th 2001.
Look at Rhetto's comment on page 13!
My next comment perhaps won't be very popular! but I must admit I can see the other side of the argument in my more lucid moments! so before we start I apologise to the Kilners and Kirkhams !, hope you dont too antsy with me! I went to Sainsbury's this afternoon and the whole place seemed rather deserted. I parked ( as I occasionally do) in a spare parent parking space. Now I can understand why parents find these spaces useful (thanks Bev) and indeed in some ways safer than a regular shopping spaces BUT I feel that as a person without children, I am being penalised in a small but significant way! In the same vein I get incensed at car stickers that say Please drive carefully, baby on board! - as if you should drive more carelessly if say an 80 year old woman was in front of you! Anyhow I digress!, like I said I parked and as I walked into the store a large irate lady in the next bay called over. "Have you a child?" "No " I replied politely.
"Then can I park in your space?" She yelled. I looked round and saw that there was at least three parent parking spaces in my row so I pointed to them and replied "No...., but there are free ones here!" I guess I was a red rag to her bull as she was livid! and decided to embarrass me. "You should not park in these bays!" She yelled! and this pissed me off big style. I decided NOT to be embarrassed ( as a couple of people at the cashpoint has turned to watch) so I said in my loudest and clearest calm voice , "I am tired at people that CHOOSE to have children, thinking that they are automatically entitled to perks above others who do not! and who spend just as much at this supermarket as they do!" OK OK not the best grammar but It got my point across and with a middle aged, fat man's dignity I marched into the store!
Now I know and understand that parents do have a difficult time with the care of kids, and I am not against perks like these parking spaces being made available but I get so angry when people think of it as a God given right JUST because children are involved. Elderly people that perhaps are not quite knackered enough to be termed disabled have to used the "normal" spaces and it could be argued that they would benefit more from a nearer space than "more healthy" parents and their kids......whatever!
Anyway as I came out of the store the lady was nowhere in sight, but I did notice that all her children were sat in her car talking as their mom was in the store. She wasn't even using the space in the spirit that she had alluded to!
I wish I was more public minded, and recognise that getting so angry at peoples' behaviour like this is so unhealthy!.sorry peeps!
Postscript! Jonney e mailed me today (6.3.07) saying that we met up in the evening for the theatre and drinks on Sep 11th and he thought I was pretty normal! I find that each of our perceptions of the day interesting as I remember nothing of the evening out! strange what we recall and what we don't eh?

Freud, where are you?


Perhaps it is the two long night shifts this weekend, perhaps the (low fat) breakfast before I crawled into my pit, but had a series of vivid dreams about the Blitz during the day! In retrospect I think the catalyst was the monotonous ringing of the Church bell at 11am, but whatever it was, I dreamt of the destruction of the historic Marples hotel in Sheffield.The dream was visually quite stunning as I even remember the faded wallpaper on the pub wall! and the hairstyles of the women drinkers downing thier stouts!
I didnt know much about the disaster so have just found the following info out!
The Marples pub was a seven storey building with a network of cellars which customers could take shelter in if it became necessary. It was a popular drinking den boasting a full house most nights. On the night of Dec 12th at around 10.50pm C&A Modes store standing opposite the pub suffered a direct hit. The pub customers some suffering from wounds from the shattered and flying glass from the explosion of the C&A building were treated in the pub cellars feeling all the more secure by the fact that the seven storey pub building had hardly been touched by a bomb dropping so close to them. Later that night, customers and other injured were still comforting each in the pub cellars while the air raid continued. Then at 11.44pm the pub building itself suffered a direct hit from a high explosive bomb. The whole seven storey's of bedrooms, bars and lounges just collapsed into a pile of rubble. Its never been confirmed exactly how many people lost their lives. In the following weeks of searching and clearing the rubble there were 70 or so bodies or the remains of bodies recovered, half of them being women and only 14 could be named. The rest being identified through belongings such as watches, identity cards or other such items found in pockets and handbags.

Now where did this dream come from? Not done a tap today when I finally rolled out of bed. Chris has prepared dinner and walked the dogs all day! Nights do have some compensations!