A Public display of Emotion

I am getting bored of the torrential rain showers. The kitchen is awash with muddy dog paw prints,Albert has tastefully dotted his wet feet over the table,windowsills and work tops and everywhere feels damp and dirty. I am so frustrated with it all I could spit!
I have emptied the wet straw from the pig hut and have filled it completely with fresh warm bedding, then filled each coop in turn with warm dry sawdust ( a gift from the red faced welsh farmer!), so at least most of the animals remain warm and dry.
The beach was so windswept that I was the only person in sight, so the dogs had a huge, cold gallop for miles along the sodden sand.
By the car park I noticed these floral tributes attached to one of the slipway signs. Apparently last year an elderly fisherman had gone into the water in an effort to recapture his small dingy and had gotten into difficulties and had died in the cold water.
Public displays of grief, such as these flowers are still not thought to be the "done thing" in Britain, I always think. There seems to be an innate snobbery by some that regard tributes as a "little bit common"....Reactions to disasters such as 9/11, Hillsborough and even with Princess Diana's death, where carpets of flowers, poems and cards literally covered everything in sight seemed to have opened the floodgates for public shows of emotion, and everywhere I go, little shrines of sadness can be found at kerbside or half hidden away on fences and road signs.
I have no problem with tributes like these. I just find them all rather sad, and certainly on days like today, rather forlorn.
If the relatives and friends of the departed find solace in leaving a few flowers and card, what is the harm of it?....hummm? Mind you, I suspect the jobsworth brigade in the local council department will be enforcing bylaws outlawing them at some stage, quoting the dreaded health and safety legislation......
hummm, the bad weather has soured my mood me thinks..........on nights tonight too!!! hey ho!

We Walk the Same Line

I had a text today from an old friend who is having a pretty hard time....I thought this cover of an EVERYTHING BUT THE GIRL song......may help just a little.......
we have all been there in those dark night time depressive moments
xxx
ps love the cat running down the stairs at the end

Christmas plans

It is only four weeks away and Christmas day has been organised by matriarchal sister Ann.....Apart from my affable Nephew Pete and his family ( who are all off to European snow slopes) the whole family will be together for lunch ( 14 of us)
Forgive this video....Chris designed it last year
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Wet,wet,wet

In true British style, I remain totally obsessed with the dreadful weather. Downpour after downpour has saturated and re saturated the livestock, which is alright as long as there is a brief lull between each shower, so that the animals can have the opportunity to dry off in the cold wind.

The pigs have suffered the most (apart from Hughie who is constantly "outside") and their enclosure is now knee deep in liquid mud.....thank goodness for their shed which remains high and dry of the deluge, they're sleeping inside it, nearly all day now...I am feeding them extra to help fortify them against the cold and wet and will buy them extra straw tomorrow!

There is some flooding locally (above is the village of Llanfair Talhaiarn) but no where near the problems Cumbria have suffered. It is dreadful to realise the long term consequences that these out flung communities will have to experience in the months and years to come.......and always out of sight and out of mind of the Government in London.

Anyhow enough already, today has been a washout.....fire is lit and I have a good book to read later......Blood pressure is down (again) and I have started Chris and I on a weightwatchers regime, which worked so well for me a year or so ago. Bringing down blood pressure can be a simple lifestyle choice (and change) so its off with the weight and up with the exercise! (Meg and William are pleased as they now go on two power walks with me daily)
I have an appointment with my cold fish GP on Wednesday to discuss my "hypertension" and the results of my blood work

Life's a bitch

It has been a real shit of a day. The weather is getting worse, and torrential rain and gale force winds have lashed the North Wales coast time and time again.

We drove the 43 miles up to Llanberis in atrocious conditions and the usual scenic views of slate and countryside looked dreadfully depressing, We had a coffee with Chris' friends then when to pick up Wellington from her run.

All there was to be found was a small pile of feathers, poor wellington had been taken from her unsecured run overnight, probably by a fox. To say I was saddened if not somewhat miffed would have been an understatement, All 5 of the ducks I had sold had been killed, and after weeks of nurturing and care......the disappointment was awful.

It has been a dreadful waste of the day

Dorian Gray & Wellington returns

Hummm......Dorian Gray? Well Oscar Wilde's scary painting story which is no longer a shocking metaphor for closet homosexuality, has been produced into a rather glossy but ultimately empty horror film with all the depth and feeling of a 1980's pop video.

I can't be bothered discussing it at length as I only gave the whole thing 5/10, the film was a loud, soft porn-ish romp with an awfully vapid Dorian
(Ben Barnes) in the lead role...if you like your men pale,thin, with cheekbones to die for (eh Bel Ami?) well then you will be a happy camper.......for me, Barnes looked like a maggot coloured petulant teenager.....give me someone like Ben Chaplin (right) who turned up as Dorian Gray's portrait artist....he is such a sweetie.

The only other piece of news is that Wellington is returning to us!!!

Avid Blog readers may remember that in the spring I hatched 6 runner ducks. Albert and William unfortunately killed one baby, and another duckling had a very narrow escape from them by hiding herself into my wellington boot. I christened this lucky duckling, Wellington (below) and all 5 remaining ducklings were sold to one of Chris' colleagues.

Tonight we received a phone call from Chris' friend stating that she had lost four of the ducks (to a fox presumably) and Wellington was the only survivor! She wanted to know if she could return to the safety and company of the field..........so what could I say? She gets picked up tomorrow morning!

Albert, George and the rat

Now, for most of the day I have been shampooing carpets ( a must with 4 dogs and a cat in a small cottage), so I had resigned myself to an averagely boring day.....It was half past two when I finally got out into the field to collect eggs and check on the stock, and was accompanied as usual by Maddie and George (who can be left to their own devices) and by a slightly limping but wide eyed Albert.
As I was emptying the nest boxes, I heard some high pitched angry squeaking coming from beneath Rogo's ark and as I marched up to see what was going on both cockerels (Bill and Rogo- with a slightly bemused Hughie in tow) galloped there to stand awkwardly at the entrance watching the fun inside!
As I got there I could see Albert struggling manfully with a large rat, who was bouncing around in the dirt. It was the rat that was making all the noise. Now Albert is a wonderful mouser, but he is a slightly built cat with three useful legs so in a one to one with a cornered and very belligerent rat I was worried he would be injured!, so brandishing my egg bucket (?) and forgetting my blood pressure, I dived in to separate them.

I need not have worried, as before I could do anything in shot George, and with lightening speed he jumped forward, grabbed the rat and gave it an innate death shake!
Scattering the watching cockerels, he then lifted it up, bit it several times in quick succession and then flung the rat into the air. Almost before it hit the floor he was on it again with a growl and as Albert looked on, he ran off with Bill in hot pursuit!.
I caught up with them at the Church wall, where George excitedly dropped him ( with a great deal of reluctance!)...it was the first thing I ever saw the little chap kill, and he was pleased as punch with himself........I took the above pic a little later on after George had been led away for a lie down in a darkened room......he looks kind of cute....for a rat


Blood pressure is 131 over 85 this afternoon (ie normal)..we are off to see Dorian Gray tonight at Theatre Clwyd's cinema...not something I would have picked but hey ho I can't get everything my way.....mini review later!

Police Woman

Now I was having a rather strange conversation about tv police women the other night with good old Nigel. Being a slightly retro old queen he preferred the more English (but ever-so-boring) Juliet Bravo.....give me the leather armed yank Angie Dickenson as the exotic sounding Pepper Anderson from the 70's Police Woman ANYDAY.......cracking!

is it me but does she look every slightly like a trailer trash boozy mom?