After a hiatus of many many months, my sister Janet is now back on line....welcome backx
Welcome back on line
After a hiatus of many many months, my sister Janet is now back on line....welcome backx
"What we need now, is a war"
A Village view taken from my friend Geoff's bloghttp://onceinalifetimeinwales.blogspot.com/ (Two blogs from one Village....must be a record)
Well Hughie survived his cold night up in the bare Graveyard Elm, and this morning heralded the sun, a tree full of cold footed guinea fowl (above) and a village full of activity and gossip!
Nothing unites people more than a crisis, whether it be a disaster or man made conflicts, and this morning the "Spirit that won the war" was evident all over Trelawnyd.
The post office was packed when I called in to thank Jenny for her phone call of yesterday. (She had a load of out of date milk that she offered for me to feed up the pigs in the cold weather!)
The subject on everyone's lips was of course the snow, and each person had something to say about, who got stuck where, and who didn't make it up the hill to get home!
In some cases, peoples' stories were indeed serious, for example my friend, Geoff's wife Christine was trapped alone in traffic for over seven hours, but most people made the hazardous journeys home in more or less one piece.
Of course, as always, little acts of kindness surface amid the unusual conditions. Farmers, in their tractors ferried people up the 700 feet from the coastal plain for nothing (although one farmer was reported to have charged individuals 20£ a pop to pull their cars out of the snow drifts!). The village pub opened all day to accommodate stranded commuters, and next door neighbour Mandy, was spotted darting around the village checking upon elderly friends after she had delivered the newspapers and magazines!
Not to be outdone, I dropped in some spare eggs to Mrs Jones and Auntie Gladys,offered to clear Trevor's paths of ice (at 80 he had sorted it all out himself!) and enjoyed the "bonne amie", from the much increased daily village population, as most people had decided to spend the entire day at home.
Brits love this sort of crisis, and to be fair, I do think that it brings out our normal self effacing natures and wry senses of humour. but, having the animals, , I am beginning to hate the snow and misery it brings. Extra food and water all need to be checked upon throughout the day, but at least I don't have to worry too much about Gladys and Nora, who have been left a huge parcel of stale Christmas cake this afternoon by a kind soul. After a massive feed both girls have retired to their straw filled hut to sleep the cold away
Well Hughie survived his cold night up in the bare Graveyard Elm, and this morning heralded the sun, a tree full of cold footed guinea fowl (above) and a village full of activity and gossip!Nothing unites people more than a crisis, whether it be a disaster or man made conflicts, and this morning the "Spirit that won the war" was evident all over Trelawnyd.
The post office was packed when I called in to thank Jenny for her phone call of yesterday. (She had a load of out of date milk that she offered for me to feed up the pigs in the cold weather!)
The subject on everyone's lips was of course the snow, and each person had something to say about, who got stuck where, and who didn't make it up the hill to get home!
In some cases, peoples' stories were indeed serious, for example my friend, Geoff's wife Christine was trapped alone in traffic for over seven hours, but most people made the hazardous journeys home in more or less one piece.
Of course, as always, little acts of kindness surface amid the unusual conditions. Farmers, in their tractors ferried people up the 700 feet from the coastal plain for nothing (although one farmer was reported to have charged individuals 20£ a pop to pull their cars out of the snow drifts!). The village pub opened all day to accommodate stranded commuters, and next door neighbour Mandy, was spotted darting around the village checking upon elderly friends after she had delivered the newspapers and magazines!
Not to be outdone, I dropped in some spare eggs to Mrs Jones and Auntie Gladys,offered to clear Trevor's paths of ice (at 80 he had sorted it all out himself!) and enjoyed the "bonne amie", from the much increased daily village population, as most people had decided to spend the entire day at home.Brits love this sort of crisis, and to be fair, I do think that it brings out our normal self effacing natures and wry senses of humour. but, having the animals, , I am beginning to hate the snow and misery it brings. Extra food and water all need to be checked upon throughout the day, but at least I don't have to worry too much about Gladys and Nora, who have been left a huge parcel of stale Christmas cake this afternoon by a kind soul. After a massive feed both girls have retired to their straw filled hut to sleep the cold away
Kirsty Young: a voice of reason
Chris has been snowed in, and is spending the night at my sister's house down the hill in Prestatyn.
I have shelved his home made meatballs in the fridge (a tasty tea, you will have to admit!) and now am settling down for a spot of Internet news reading!
I love Kirsty Young. With a voice like Scottish treacle and an insightful mind and knack for the right question, she is a breath of fresh air on BBC's Desert Island discs
Today I read with interest (thanks Nige), her thoughts on the recent trend for "pushy parents" and their constant need to develop their tots into what is being termed "baby Einsteins!"
Recently Young visited a nursery . The three year olds there were being encouraged to take part in what was being termed "improvement exercises",which I suspect were basic IQ lessons. Reacting to what she saw, Kirsty wryly commented
'If my child's not coming home covered in snot and poster paint, it's been a bad day at nursery.' and you know what, she's perfectly right!
Why can't children be left alone to be children nowadays? Needy, high achieving parents, are competing with each other to be the best they can be and there seems to be an increasing hysteria to treat their children as aspirational objects rather than normal kids with dirty faces and silly voices.....kids, I am told, are now attending yoga classes,ballet,gym,after school lessons, extra tuition and socialization groups ! Primary school kids have what only can be termed "group therapy" sessions, to vent their feelings and concerns whist tiny kids are expected to be part of school forums policy making!
Baloney!
Sure develop your kids with love, support, interest and the occasional after school club! Spend time reading with them and playing sports...but for God's sake treat them like the kiddies that they are, and not potential little brain boxes in need of constant development.
I have shelved his home made meatballs in the fridge (a tasty tea, you will have to admit!) and now am settling down for a spot of Internet news reading!
I love Kirsty Young. With a voice like Scottish treacle and an insightful mind and knack for the right question, she is a breath of fresh air on BBC's Desert Island discs
Today I read with interest (thanks Nige), her thoughts on the recent trend for "pushy parents" and their constant need to develop their tots into what is being termed "baby Einsteins!"
Recently Young visited a nursery . The three year olds there were being encouraged to take part in what was being termed "improvement exercises",which I suspect were basic IQ lessons. Reacting to what she saw, Kirsty wryly commented
'If my child's not coming home covered in snot and poster paint, it's been a bad day at nursery.' and you know what, she's perfectly right!
Why can't children be left alone to be children nowadays? Needy, high achieving parents, are competing with each other to be the best they can be and there seems to be an increasing hysteria to treat their children as aspirational objects rather than normal kids with dirty faces and silly voices.....kids, I am told, are now attending yoga classes,ballet,gym,after school lessons, extra tuition and socialization groups ! Primary school kids have what only can be termed "group therapy" sessions, to vent their feelings and concerns whist tiny kids are expected to be part of school forums policy making!
Baloney!
Sure develop your kids with love, support, interest and the occasional after school club! Spend time reading with them and playing sports...but for God's sake treat them like the kiddies that they are, and not potential little brain boxes in need of constant development.
White Out
The village has come to a complete standstill and looks deserted . The usually busy A road through the village is quiet and still, except for a farm tractor which looked as though it was transporting people up the hill to the school from Dyserth, the next village (below pic),
A smattering of hens had marooned themselves in the shelter of a few gravestones in the Churchyard and in arm fulls of ones and twos, I have just transferred them all down back into their hen houses.Goose Stepping Embarrassment
A huge cold blizzard hit around midday, effectively trapping me inside the cottage. Luckily I had already given the dogs a long walk and had just finished cleaning out the 13 animal houses but my main job for the day, namely the clearing out of my rubbish filled shed, had to wait.When I was walking up the lane I noticed a set of large wellington boot foot prints, that were spaced far apart, and started to walk inside the prints, copying the stride!
Now, I am sure that all of us have done similar childish "games" when alone (haven't we???), but I think I got a little carried away, as I increased my speed (and my gait) and effectively "goose stepped" up the lane!
By the time I had marched 100 yards, I must have resembled a Nazi storm trouper, (I was listening to "Ride of the Valkyries" on Classic Fm which didn't help) and so engrossed I was in getting my foot work right, I hadn't noticed a car creeping up behind me with 2 women in it. Both were laughing at me, and waved gaily as they passed. I am such a tit sometimes!
Anyhow, as the blizzard started I raced out into the field and put Boris and Gloria back into their house 
with food and water. All the other animals with the exception of the ducks had already hidden away, but I did notice Halleh squatting in the snow by the gate. He had caught the sickly Susan, during one of his testosterone filled urges and had effectively raped her. The poor hen is almost on her last legs anyway, and just didn't have the reserve to get out of his way, and I was so annoyed with myself for not preempting all this before the inevitable happened.I gently cradled Susan under my coat, then set her up in a warm pet carrier in the field shed. She ate a little of the mashed egg I had offered her, but looked dreadfully shocked.If Halleh doesn't realise that he is a duck very soon, he will have to go!.
Guinea pigs
The guinea fowl are now free in the field, and have quickly developed from hysterical, pain-in-the arse missiles to complex little characters with a charm and humour all of their own.When they are let free of their ramshackle rabbit hutch in the morning, with a joyous excitement they burst forth to fly the length and breadth of the field, then quite suddenly realise that they have all been separated, and in noisy panic gallop in from all four corners to meet up again.
They also seem to have incredible appetites, and have deftly stolen feed from the turkeys, ducks and the slower hens. Only the more robust hybrid hens, have kept the six gluttons at bay.
Being free, has strangely calmed them down somewhat, and I have managed to get quite close to them in order to feed and water them all.......amazing what food does for a nervous disposition.
I am getting quite fond of this little group of despots
"Ordinary is good"
I had to tell myself off a little today, after leaving a snobby comment on a friend's film blog. He had written a review of the Macaulay Culkin star vehicle The Good Son (1993), and kind of celebrated some aspects of this mainly unseen thriller. I stated rather haughtily that I wouldn't waste my time watching it, and on a moment's reflection I realised that there are some things that are thought to be "ordinary" and "middle of the road" that turn out to be quite brilliant if you give them a chance.
Last night I watched the wonderful One Fine Day (1996), and although rom coms are historically mostly viewed as popcorn fodder, I always thought that this sparkling 1940 esque comedy is a true movie classic in the Spencer Tracey/Katherine Hepburn vein.
For 90 minutes I smiled at George Clooney wringing every doe-eyed moment from his Charming New York reporter divorcee, who slowly falls for the considerable charms of the slightly neurotic business woman Michelle Pfieffer, and only in retrospect did I realise that it takes a truly brilliant film to illicit such a response.
In a similar way, I must now sing the praises of another "ordinary" artist. For Christmas my sister bought me the Susan Boyle CD, and today was the first chance I had to give it a good listening to. Now most of the tracks (madonna cover, religious hymns and elevator songs) left me a bit cold, but I was drawn a cover version of The Rolling Stones' Wild Horses and the haunting "Proud" (see previous blog).....Both were lovely but "proud" was a standout for me.
I should, I know, not be in such a hurry to condemn things I have not experienced. Pure "art house" film fans may have overlooked the joys of George Clooney's dimples..and indi music fiends may not have given the Sue Bou album a spin and therefore could well have missed out on a great deal of pleasure....keep an open mind John eh? hey ho!
Perhaps I will even give The Good Son a whirl
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