New girls arrive,The Flower Show Meeting and George Bush

The second run is up and running!. I found another hen breeder near Corwen and went over to buy a few Buffs. The hens he had looked a bit knackered so I decided not to buy them and bought six healthy, older black hens with a lot of attitude instead. After I had clipped their wings, they stalked around pen number 2 like angry hookers looking for punters. Me thinks they are going to be a bit of a handful.


Hopefully in a few weeks the breeder will have reared some runner ducks, and has agreed to save me four, who will go in with the new girls.

We had the final flower show committee meeting (pre actual show) tonight at Auntie Glads. Carol will be steward for the Cakes and Jams, where I will be the steward for the veg! I have also been volunteered to man the door and raffle tickets, and I need to be there to set up on the previous Thursday AND Friday AND I am helping to make cakes for the day, so it looks as though I will be fairly busy !

Committee meeting are usually fairly uneven affairs as Gladys is very deaf and tends to shout over all other speakers on the "floor". At times John (from next door) was reduced to fits of giggles as the whole thing resembles A league of Gentlemen.

I was reading Nick Robinson's political blog with amusement today:- http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/nickrobinson/

He recalled an interaction with George Bush at a recent news conference. Robinson had famously fallen foul of the President over his "denial of Iraq" comment, and Bush obviously remembering him quipped "You still hanging around?" Later during the questioning Bush turned to Robinson who was sweating and stated that he should cover up his bald head. Robinson replied by saying "I didn't know you cared!" and the President resorted by saying waspishly "I don't!!!"

Now I was amused by the informality of all this and although I really hate Bush and his politics, I rather admired the informality of his conversation. Would a British Prime Minister be quite so "ordinary?" I very much doubt it.

ps Looking forward to see you soon Nia! xx

Very Funny

I know , it is another bloody you tube item, but it IS funny!!

Being Pickled

I am never adverse to being "pickled", but instead of a vinegar, I prefer a nice crispy Chardonnay!
The first of my onions and beetroot have now been preserved for posterity.
Dug up 16 kilos of salad potatoes, which I have already sold at work and froze a ton of broad beans, so it has been a joy working outside all day in the sun.

Plan to go over to Sheffield for Mike's birthday next week and Jane and Micky will be playing out too , which will be nice. Planning to take Kathryn out for Lunch too. Might take them a few pickled shallots!

A lesson learnt and a pickling marathon

Having a haircut takes it out of Meg and she has spent the evening curled up fast asleep dreaming of matted hair and blow dryers. In between sorting her out ( an hour's round trip to the dog "salon") I went down to Janet's to help her with her old cat Hattie, who she was having put down at home after a long illness. The vet and animal nurse that carried out the euthanasia were the epitome of professionalism and could have taught many medical doctors and nurses how to deal with patients with sympathy and thoughtfulness but even so Janet was awfully upset. I was very glad to help,though I am afraid that it did remind me of loosing Finlay a great deal.


Picked my shallots this afternoon and in the next 24 hours I hope to pickle at least 5 pans full!!! Chris is a picked onion fiend, so I am preparing to hide jam jars all over the house. My award winning Beetroot will be pickled later this week and ,my second large crop of potatoes need pulling too as the girls at work are desperate!

Chris had a session of hypnotism this afternoon to help with the dreaded ciggies! I am not sure that he actually felt the benefit of the session, but I think going was a very positive move in itself

Little April Shower (English)

The song is being shown on a telephone advert I think and it reminded me of the original quite charming!

Lunch out

La Brasserie at Chester's Grosvenor Hotel was a lovely place to meet up with Nu and Jim and have lunch. As in the nice eating places in Wales, a lot of the staff are Polish and very attentive and polite in their service. We had a good neb at their wedding photos , which looked great



The food was fab, as was the weather! had a good time setting up the new hen house when I got home. Tomorrow I am taking Meg to get her hair cut and sadly helping with my sister's elderly cat who is probably being put down tomorrow, oh and working too! yeap an exciting life
ps take a look at this link to youtube
what an enterance!!!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PWEbL133hP8

Killer chickens

We moved the chickens into their new run this afternoon, and it was an education watching the girls racing around their new enclosure like little boys racing around a sweet shop! They bounced around eating every thing in sight, and in a matter of minutes had unearthed several small frogs which they dispatched with disgusting "popping" sounds. (yerch) William (Pic) nearly wet himself with the excitement of it all.
This morning we went to the second day of the flower show, and had our usual large salmon sarnies and weak tea at the tea tent while listening to the band which were very good! Tried to be a bit arty and took a pic of the band framed with bunting (below), but for the most part we just people watched.
Nephew Chris turned up unexpectedly with his new and very attractive girlfriend in tow ( a Rosamund Pike lookalike)







Mybasket was an obvious hit with the flower show committee, and they were all very amused and intrigued that a man had entered and WON a predominately female category! Collected my winning certificates wich now have been pinned on the kitchen wall

Chris still doing well ! no fags!!!!

"Someone to do nothing with"

Sometimes a phrase from a conversation or book sticks in your mind for a long time. I heard a poignant statement last night during a conversation I had with an elderly lady from the village. She lost her husband last year and is still having problems adjusting to widowhood. She said rather sadly
"The thing I miss the most is not having someone to do nothing with"
On the surface the statement sounds awkward and clumsy, but on reflection I think it quite moving and eloquent , as the strength of a relationship often lies in those quiet moments that do not seem as important as bigger noisier gestures.
Living with someone, makes you dovetail into someone Else's existence and although I had been single for many years before "living over the brush", and very happily so,I just can't imagine being on my own again.

I can understand completely what this lady shared with me.