Number 9
A blog for Jayne......not a hen in sight!
Hells teeth, two days and two evening dinners out! I am practically cosmopolitan.Tonight we went to Ann and Tim's for supper. Janet and Ned and Ned's son Edward and girlfriend Lucy were there as well as Tim's sister Carol and my brother Andrew and his wife Jayne , so it was a nice catch up with everyone.
In between dinner courses, Ann, Janet and Chris wanted to show off their dance moves and held an impromptu dance class. (Above is Chris and Lucy doing the salsa)Jayne is a fan of this blog, but apparently gets a little sick of pure chicken news, so I will endeavor to include some chicken free blogs from now on! I think she was in fact being slightly picky as she later sweetly added that she really hated our trusty Belingo with a true vengeance ( and thought the colour of the van was sh*te).......funny what people dislike isn't it?
Anyhow we had a lovely meal and got home late....
Blanche is back
When I was collecting the eggs this morning, I was greeted by the typical guttural warning growl of a hen in full broody show. I am not surprised that the first broody hen of 2009 is in fact Blanche. Blog readers may remember ( and if they do I shall be amazed), that it was Blanche that valiantly took over as carer to the first of the allotment ducklings last year. She proved herself to be a doting mother, so quick to capitalize on her natural instincts, I have moved her into the maternity coop, with 9 hens eggs for her to sit on. The cockerel who was so battered by Stanley, has been moved back into the buff enclosure.
Friend catch up
Apart from Nu, I think I have neglected some old friends over the past few months. I know it is an unwritten rule, but usually I am the one that makes the effort and calls back to Sheffield to touch base with friends Mike,Jane,Jonney H and Joy, Katherine and Micky.Financial constraints has put pain to my monthly catch ups, and in some ways I have got used to not "making the effort" and staying at home!
But I know I cannot live with just Turkey friends alone (even if it is the ever faithful Boris), so I am glad, I got off my arse and have booked to go over to Sheffield on the 23rd. I am so looking forward in a good old gossip, laugh, an occasional cry and the obligatory too many white wines.
I just had to laugh , as I have just received an e mail from friend Jonney...describing our forthcoming night out..
"It's going to be an emotional roller coaster to match
anything Bette could have offered! Fasten your seatbelts...it's going to be a
bumpy night!
In other words, the bitch is back!"
The ducklings are all going fine. Four Whites and two mixed. Albert hasn't left their cage (put into the kitchen as the temperature in the shed is a little too low)Tonight I am catching up with one of my Welsh friends...Hazel and we are going out for a meal to "celebrate" her forthcoming divorce.......sounds weird but she deserves a bit of a party, she's had a hard few months!
I can hear Chris snorting......" emotional romping" he says when friends go out for a good gossip!
At last a PROPER cafe!!!
This morning I had a little respite from duckling watch (the 6th final duckling hatched this afternoon). I went to St Asaph to put the Belingo through its MOT. St Asaph is the small town where I was born, and is a historic, but rather empty place, that sports a magnificent Cathedral (above) and the Scenic river Elwy (below).
Unfortunately the Market town centre of St Asaph, with its pretty Regency High Street is quiet and devoid of the usual shops and businesses, However I did manage to find a small, shabby chic fair trade cafe that sells PROPER COFFEE (a rare thing in North Wales I can tell you), so when I was waiting for the car to be sorted, I had a relaxing and indulgent time with my Americano and the daily papers.You cannot believe how such a simple pleasure can be so appreciated.,,,,,,,,,Wales generally does cafe culture VERY POORLY!This evening I contacted Chris' dad, Richard, who has been conscripted in as Small Holding manager when we are away in San Fransisco. Luckily he has not got cold feet with all the work that will be involved. I hope Boris will be ok with him.....Yesterday he attacked, Gary the guy who runs the neighbouring Village Pond. Gary was looking at the Indian Runners and Boris went wild at him!.....beating violently with his wings and feet.........I was proud as punch at his first show of masculinity!
Il y a longtemps que je t'aime
Finally I have managed to watch Il y a longtemps que je t'aime (I've Loved you so long)....and it was well worth the wait. An epic family drama and history has been condensed by director Philippe Claudel into a beautifully paced and crafted study of a woman (Kristin Scott Thomas) who is hiding a huge dark secret. Ever so slowly, the audience comes to realise the nature of the beast and finally the elephant in the living room whose shadow has fallen over all of her family's lives, is explained finally in a quiet and incredibly powerful end scene.Scott Thomas is amazing as the chain smoking, cardigan wearing,complicated and ghost-like Juliette. She grabs your attention from the melancholy opening scene in an airport lounge and never lets you go. She has the presence of all the best silent movie stars rolled into one. It is a stunning truly Oscar winning performance.
The film' message seems clear.......it is family bonds and friendships that provide refuge and rehabilitation to the damaged and guilty...and despite the dreadful subject matter, the sense of hope and positivity within the complicated and clever narrative is compelling
9/10
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