The In-Laws

Today is father-in-law Richard's birthday, so many happy returns to him.
If you would have asked me 10 years ago if having in laws would be a normal part of having a relationship, I would have raised an eyebrow, but with a serious relationship in your thirties comes a ton of baggage,two sets of pans and the obligatory set of In -laws.
I am lucky, I actually get on with Chris' Mum and Dad. Sorrel is a youthful affable despot with a life busier than ours combined and Richard is an easy going Southern geezer not long starting his retirement. They are divorced, so we get the chance to see them individually throughout the year, (even though they live in Kent).
Today I got to wondering how Chris would have got on with my parents if they had lived.
My opinionated, aggressive and sometimes terribly behaved mother would , I think have enjoyed Chris' company. I am sure they would have sparred continually and fought occasionally but I am pretty sure they would have got on famously.
I am still am not too sure of how my father would have reacted to me coming out.......certainly my mother would have reacted like any theatrical Jewish Momma would have done ( in screaming self blame I suspect), but in retrospect,I am sure she would ultimately have been rather gay-friendly to her son in law.
I am not so sure of my father's reaction......having a gay son, I suspect would have been somewhat of a terrible ordeal for him, but I would like of think he would have come round to the idea in time.....I think that he would have been at least friendly with Chris, enjoying Chris' abilities to small talk with ease, but I suspect they would never have become friends.
Who knows? the middle class attitudes of the 1980s seem such an age away now.....

A bored sick cat.and spring lists

We were busy last night with eight patients on ITU including a somewhat irate and potentially violent felon who was being "overseen" by a succession of slightly world weary police officers. We all got though the shift without any blood shed and I even managed to get a hour of dog draped sleep when I got home
Albert has been going slightly stir crazy in his cage, so when the dogs were out at the beach I let him out to sit in the sun on the bedroom window seat.The little chap is still dreadfully stiff and has not eaten very much today ( I did get his antibiotics down him hidden in a bit of tuna), so a bit of R and R sunbathing whilst mentally stalking the hens over in the field, I thought would lift his spirits!

Over several cups of coffee (Italian blend), I felt I needed to plan my working week...

so...this until Sunday, I will:-

..pick up the first early potatoes ready for spring chitting,

..Clear the remained of the vegetable beds and compost the allotment,

..Put up the advertisement in the post office regarding spring planting plugs (my idea is to swap seedlings for eggs if the local horticulturalists can be tempted)

..plan the crop rotation beds and purchase vegetable seedlings

..Clear the garden of deadwood and weeds before the herbaceous plants start to come through

..re paint the duck house,

..scrub the patio and start to re stock the planters,

..paint the garden furniture,

..take 5 of the runner ducks to pastures new,

..set the 10 chicks up in their nursery run,

..clean out the shed and set up the incubator with new fertilised eggs,

..spring clean the coops and dettol every internal surface

I love pottering

Paradise Road -

Lazy Blog day today......I have just re read the book Women beyond the wire by Lavinia Warner. It is an amazing and non nonsense account of the imprisionment of British and Australian women by the Japanese in World War 2 and brought to life the quiet bravery of many ordinary women that were later translated into the cast characters of the 1980's tv series "Tenko" and the film "Paradise Road".
The book is out of print now, which is a shame, it is a cracking and moving read.
This clip is from Paradise Road, which Warner worked upon int the 1990s .It is the story of how the prisioners formed a choir to keep up prisioner morale........You might just get a glimpse of Pauline Collins (in round glasses) who played one of the most remarkable real life characters (Margaret Dryburgh- a big hearted Christian Missionary who before her death in the camps wrote the famous "captives Hymm" )

Working later tonight....hence lazy blog!

Good Day

I have just clambered out of a welcomed hot bath ( reading my trusty Empire film magazine) after a fruitful and busy day. We were dragged around the beach by the dogs, did the weekly shop, bought a new digital tv (15 inches is the biggest we would ever have!) and then as Chris pottered around the house I enjoyed the spring like afternoon and cleared the field of all the detritus accumulated over the past year.
It seemed as though the entire village was out and about , so every job was interrupted time and time again by neighbours seeking to buy eggs or wanting a chat.
Even Auntie Gladys, (sporting her new spring coat) called in with a bag full of home made scones.
It felt so warm that I worked until dusk digging out the potato bed with a large group of earthworm eating chicken helpers in tow. As I was turning the soil I tried to keep a jam jar full of worms aside as a treat for the ducks. Strangely enough it is of no use offering these titbits to the Buffs (looking remarkably golden in the sun-above pic) They will gather around an earthworm wriggling on the ground with a look of mild disgust on their faces- it is almost as though you have offered them a large piece of sh*t to eat! I have never seen them eat one worm since they were placed into their runs!
This evening we are just about to sit down to watch a dvd of Hot Fuzz (2007) starring the amusing and very sexy Simon Pegg

Note to self........... I am getting old!

One day

Meg

The wind was blustery and very very cold today at the beach,it was so cold that we only lasted 40 minutes on the freezing sand.The wind was gusting so hard that Meg looked like one of those dogs that you see on cartoon chases! She is a neurotic little dog and I must admit this is the first photo I have ever taken of her, when she looks remotely carefree!
Not much news to report today, Chris is working in Swansea so won't be home until late, so I am very much alone for the day.
Gary from the Trelogan duck pond called around to give my drakes the once over. He has taken the best looking male as a mate for his lone runner female and we have agreed to swap some fertilized duck eggs in the spring. It was nice to meet him properly as he seems as much as a poultry geek as I do!

Hunger

Hunger (2008) at Theatre Clwyd was never going to be an easy ride. Any film that chronicles the last 6 weeks of IRA member Bobby Sands' life on hunger strike in the Maze prison couldn't possibly be anything but powerful, but the story- put into the hands of director Steve McQueen and cinematographer Sean Bobbitt makes for a stunning piece of cinema.
Devoid of much dialogue ( except for a 17 minute electric encounter between Sands (Michael Fassbender) and his priest (the excellent Liam Cunningham) the whole film is basically a collection of prison life scenes, all absolutely beautifully and hauntingly shot.
In actual fact, I must say that Hunger is one of the most stunning visual experiences I have had watching a film in recent years. 9/10

Customers

A woman knocked on the cottage door this morning wanting to buy some hens. I have decided to keep the little grey bantams (centre) but would be willing to sell some of the buff chicks when they are a little bit bigger. She seemed very excited at the prospect of having hens but clearly after a bit of questioning had no idea of how to look after them.
I stopped her as when she said she thought they could live in her disused coal bunker, and suggested that she research hen keeping thoroughly before purchasing any birds from me. I even offered her one of my hen keeping books, but she seemed rather put out with my attitude and made her excuses and left.....no skin off my nose.
I dropped some eggs off to Pen-y- Cefn Isa and had a good chat with Arfon. He is a grumpy old git like me, so we do enjoy putting the world to rights by complaining of all those badly behaved people we come into contact with.In actual fact he is less tolerant than I am! (if that is at all possible)
Albert had a review at the vets this afternoon too, and was seen by the loud Polish vet. His good nature and disposition has made him somewhat of a local celebrity at the practice, as all the support staff, nurses and receptionist all made a point in coming in for a stroke and cuddle!
His temperature was down (and not even a flicker when she shoved the thermometer where the sun doesn't shine!), his leg neurology intact, which was great news and in 5 weeks or so, I have strict instructions to start a course of rehabilitation "physiotherapy" with him......which should be fun.
The vet was very professional and thorough.......I found out why a bit later when the nurse told me she thought I was an Orthopaedic doctor!...I put her right and told her I was a spinal injury nurse and she laughed and said.....
"We didn't think you were a doctor at all.... it's the way you dress, we all thought you were a farmer"........
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