Crisis of confidence and a sex injury

I have a lot on today. I need to get my entries in for the PRESTATYN FLOWER SHOW, which opens tomorrow, and I still have tons of things to do before the Open day on Sunday.
I had a crisis of confidence about the day yesterday after I bumped into a few villagers who apologised for not being able to attend, Auntie Glad was one of those people, which upset me a little as at ninety she has always had the energy to ....having said this she rang with the offer of making a "few" scones for the day...... I had to laugh when she asked "will 60 be enough?"
I do so hope enough people will attend

So this morning, as I was planning which vegetable would be best to enter, I heard a strange dull thud and tuned just in time to see Boris fall to the ground after climbing onto Gloria to mate for the millionth time !
I ran over to find the old guy panting a little as he squatted on his knees and he did look pale and shaky. As he is normally fit and well, I have the awful feeling that he has suffered some cardiac type event after his mating exertions. How the hell do you take the pulse of a 15 kilo stag turkey? and what is a normal pulse for one anyway? I have no way of knowing
I know that hens run on incredibly high blood pressures and are prone to strokes and cardiac arrests, but turkeys?
Anyhow I picked him up and put him in the quiet of his hut with food and water and NO FEMALES to distract him. His head is down and he looked shocked which is not a good sign. I do so hope he will be ok

Last night I made black current jam into the wee small hours, and subsequently felt sick all night after tasting the jam too many times to see if the sugar had melted. The kitchen looks like a gypsy encampment at the moment, with everything piled up ready for Sunday. My sister Janet ( who is more than a list maker than I am) gave me her check list for the day and I think I have ticked every box so far.
Sometimes I wonder if it all worth the effort. after all , all of the money raised will be going to the
Church and not me! I could do with a few hundred pounds........I need a new hen house of the Ghost hens!
hey ho

A Little Victory

My babies have flown the coop, metaphorically speaking that is. Both Winnie and Jo, have been released in the duck enclosure and they have immediately taken charge over the three quieter magpie ducks. Out of , what looks suspiciously like devilment, they challenge the ducks with the typical neck stretch threats of adult birds, and tower over them even at the tender age of five weeks. I have tried to get them to come over and sit on my knee as they did only a couple of weeks ago, but theyare having none of it.

The Ghost hens have turned the corner too.(touches wood)

I sat and watched their antics yesterday, and all of them are now walking normally around their small makeshift run. They seem brighter and more alert in themselves now, and with some encouragement have even eaten cabbage hearts and sprout leaves, rather than their preferred pellets and corn.

They don't bicker or fight at all and will continue to lie out all together, even in the rain , but the frozen passivity that characterised their behaviour when they first came ,has all but disappeared.

The new hens have just about settled in to the buff coop. The delicate cochins with their big fat feathered feet that resemble scuba divers' flippers, are shy and nervous, but are comical looking birds..I have a feeling I will be buying a few more very soon......

Notre Dame De Paris 1 Temps de Catedrali High Quality

The French are not famous for their musical Theatre but I must admit this rousing "The time of the Cathedrals has come" seems to be the perfect start to the musical version of The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Notre Dame de Paris)

Delayed Hysteria

I remembered a brief conversation I had in the village post office this morning,
and I have just realised just how funny it actually was.......

As I joined the two elderly ladies in the queue, I started to cough...
"Excuse me", I said " I have a frog in my throat"

The woman in front of me half turned,
" Better than a toad in the hole", she whispered

A one way street....and a kind gift

I have just received a lovely newsy e mail from one of my oldest friends Nia.(above) She was sort of apologising for not keeping me abreast with the news of her imminent birthing but quite rightly blamed her lack of correspondence on the blog! (and no I don't think you are are -in your words- a lazy fat tart!)
She reads Going Gently regularly (bless) from her home in Australia, so of course feels as though she knows everything of our news (not that much really happens) where as we know little of her news...perhaps EVERYONE should have a blog...then nobody would bloody pickup a phone or meet for coffee........no Nia it was MY fault for not asking about your news and I am sorry!

Anyhow the day has shot by in a frenzy of weeding. I have picked broccoli and black currents for jam too and was busy digging a live mouse from under the bed when the Postman dropped off a brown paper package.

In it was a jar of Elderflower and gooseberry Jelly (a wonderful gift from fellow blogger Kathy) at-http://the-cottage-gardener.blogspot.com/
And it tasted great!.....perhaps I should have said nothing here as Kathy now may be inundated with requests...
Thank you Kathy, it was very kind of you

The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Hellfire)

With all the plaudits being thrown at Toystory 3 , I wanted to flag up some of the more overlooked animated movies, which are in my opinion are classics of their own.

This is Tony Jay's towering performance as Frollo in Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame

Cracking

Sherlock

I really enjoyed the modern take tv pilot show SHERLOCK shown on BBC1 last night. No longer surrounded by Victorian myth and slum, this is a updated twist on a tried and tested formula but having said this the pacy plot did remind me of those 80 minute classics starring the hawk nosed Basil Rathbone.

The modern version has Holmes ( a Dr Who- ish Benedict Cumberbatch) as a freelance police detective whose blunt but sharp deductions have alienated him from the authorities who refer to him as "a freak". Holmes wryly even refers to himself as a sociopath and there are even oblique self references to an asexual homosexuality lurking beneath the genius but thankfully this psychobabble is kept to a minimum as the galloping storyline takes over.

For me, it is Martin Freeman's calm and collected Dr Watson that makes for the most interesting twist in the new aged characters. A veteran medic and soldier from Afghanistan, his boyish demeanor belies a steely hero who is a dead shot and who has a deep need for a lost adrenalin rush obtained from conflict.He makes for a quiet and warmer foil for Holme's rather lonely Sherlock.

The chemistry and humour between the two leads works very well but after an hour I did feel as though I was watching a sort of hybrid Dr Who,what with the cracking one liners,constant action and flashy screen technology.....I was not surprised to learn that the series was co founded by Dr Who producer Steven Moffit.

I look forward to see where this series actually goes

Worry Not!

This Century old needlepoint is on the wall of the cottage right next to the fireplace. and I am resolved to take a lesson from it.
Looking at the weather forecast for the next week, it looks as though my sister's flower show and the allotment open may be rather damp, but I refuse to worry about it all. It has rained every year we have held it!