Pc " Nipples" and Pc "Ball Sack"

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Pissed off

I have shaken my black mood
Being a bit fed up has basically bored me more than anything, and when needy Meg curled up for the 100th time on my knee (beating Constance to the punch-so-to-speak) I was resolved to kick myself up the arse and "get a grip"
so I have organised now to see Nuala in London at the end of the month, and a couple of weeks later I have planned to see old friends John ( the famous Bel-ami), Jane and Mike over in Sheffield. In between these trips I will hopefully see may friend Nige over in Manchester so my "friend" quota will be well and truly TICKED
I know what my problem has been.... I have missed my friends here in Wales. Geoff ( my village matey) left for pastures new a couple of months ago and Hazel is heavily pregnant so has quite rightly been nesting over the last month so I have felt a tad isolated...........and probably quite sorry for myself
My Achilles heel (are) my friends........I am a person that needs them as much as a goldfish needs water...and I don't do well when at least one of them is not around......mind you right now I am happy that fairly soon....I will be catching up with them........over a nice glass of wine and a nice meal......

In the mean time my black mood has been lifted by Meg, who typical of a needy bitch,has perhaps sensed my mood and has followed my every move........

Errrrrrrr?

I have nothing really to say today.
Perhaps it's a case of "bloggers' block"
I think I am need of some city time,
As I am feeling somewhat flat.
Off to put up my poly tunnel

The Big Society

The lane has been looking rather scruffy recently, what with weeds mud and great sods of earth banked up against the dry stone wall. ( Believe me the above photo is an "after" shot, so does not show how awful it all looked) The highways department doesn't venture down our lane much, so in celebration of David Cameron's "Big Society" ( or irritation at the mess and what people think of it more like) I got off my arse and cleaned the whole lane border...a task that is rebounding on my lower back as we speak!

So Instead of a nice  hot bath, I am sat at the dining room table with Chris' hot water bottle stuck down the back of my pants - ( I have already received a weird look from Mrs Jones who has just called down for some duck eggs- as I know I had a definite look of Max Wall pic)- but my old bones are benfitting from the warm attention.
As I am waiting for Chris to come home from the airport after a jaunt up to Edinburgh, I thought I'd type another blog entry in between making meatballs and sorting out pancake batter for supper!
Anyhow all morning I have been ringing various builders and workmen in an effort to find a little man to repair our broken chimney pot, but typically , replies have been few and far between.
However this afternoon, as I was leaving yet another message on Steve-the-odd-job man's mobile there was a sudden knock on the cottage window and a local sheep farmer called me to say that he had found Constance on walkabout way down the lane. This surprised me as the last time I had seen her she was snoring on her bed in the kitchen, but out she indeed was after taking herself off for ever-so-slow amble in the sunshine.
The farmer, I know had done a few jobs for Jenny the postmistress , so on impulse I asked him if he would be interested in replacing the cottage chimney pot. After quickly looking at it, he said he would be delighted to! AND for a very reasonable price too!....so it's
Job done! and all thanks to Constance's very first moment of wanderlust......

Constance eating a bagel at lunchtime watched by the hens and Albert

Being British?

I heard a quote once that described the British thus

"They walk into a restaurant as though they are leaving it"

I think that is description remains so very true. Watching the previous clip ( that sort of organised and artificially thrown together holiday) , reminds me just how shy and reserved the Brits in general ( and me in particular) can be.......

Oh I do absolutely HATE  an organised activity.......the thought of donning a large rubber ring and "enjoying myself" by publicly sliding down a 60 foot slide actually turns my stomach into knots and even the prospect of standing in line for a buffet fills me with that kind of dread my grandparents possessed when walking into a nice guest house for the very first time.

I wonder where this public shyness actually comes from?

I wish I could be more like Chris .....he couldn't give a stuff....and reflecting on it, I think that  this British reserve stems from the Childhood teachings of that much hissed phrase of "don't make a fuss!"
Fussing in public is synonymous with embarrassment.....and embarrassment to the Brits is worse than having a serial killer in the family....... believe me I know! I am an expert in public humiliation!

For instance:
I have been recently caught by a bereaved couple who were visiting a loved ones grave swearing loudly at a group of starlings
I broke wind rather loudly in front of a lady in a wheelchair at the supermarket
I once fell face first at the feet of troupe of young women after tying to show Chris how well I could skip
and I am always going to the cinema with forgotten and smelly bags of poo in my pocket( the dogs not mine) causing the people around me to pull faces and whisper to each other....

perhaps I just have a kind of  humiliation death wish.......humm food for thought me thinks.....

Anyhow I am typing this in bed with a post dog walk coffee.
It was 6.55am when I started and its too early for outside jobs as there is a fox around (one of the farmer's lambs was taken).....The dogs will join me on the field all day as vegetable beds need turning over.....there is a lot to do............

Oh and thanks to Jayne and Jess who sent me some info on quail..... my six look to be all female........I wonder if they will lay eggs like hens do without a male.... more answers on a postcard please.......

Benidorm Series 4

The new series of the sit com Benidorm is a bit of a cracker and perfectly captures the blue collar Bits abroad!
This clip reminds me of my good friend Ruth....who always had a bit of a party piece regaling the crowds with the story how she was on holiday for the first time with a boyfriend when she was 18.
Hoping to impress him, she slid down a water chute similar to the one in the clip and as she was not used to the local seafood lunches.....she opened her bowels on the way down when wearing an all in one WHITE bathing suit!
Apparently several quick minded elderly ladies with a couple of plastic rubbish bags ran to her rescue before boyfriend could see the "skunk" stain!
see http://disasterfilm.blogspot.com/2010/05/ruth.html

El Camino del Rey

Today I will be ringing round to get some quotes organised for the repair of the chimney pot.
I know I should be able to climb a ladder and rectify the problem myself, but I cannot climb something over perhaps 6 feet or so!
I am terrified of heights, always have been and although many years ago I actually did a parachute jump, I have never lost that ice cold sickly feeling when my feet are not fully on mother earth!
This video ( nicked from Craig) is hypnotic as it is stomach churning

Red and Sooty Snot

Well in between blowing great clumps of sooty snot out of my nose and sticking my head up a now blocked stone chimney, yesterday afternoon I went into town to sort out a few jobs and called into the video store ( can they be called video stores any more? ---ok...its more like the dvd rental, very expensive chocolate and sad bastard computer gaming shop!)
anyhow when I was in there Carol, the manageress asked me to post an update on Red the Miracle Quail for one of my anonymous followers who had asked her to pass on her request!.....so duty bound to keep people happy here he is...looking rather bad tempered when I let him out of his house this morning.
The 6 quail are now nearly five months old and I still have not a clue what sex any of them are......all I do know is that no tiny and potentially money making eggs have appeared as yet.....

Right ! off for a brief lie in now!..Chris is bored and a little tired at having a cold cottage ( we need a new Chimney pot!- my efforts to clear the blockage yesterday came to nothing!)..so I have posted him a cheerful picture of Lily Tomlin opening up the Australian Mardi Gras  in Sydney......perhaps we should organise our own Trelawnyd Mardi Gras?....now there's a thought
Me and Auntie Glad in kitchen foil on the back of the red faced welsh farmer's hey wagon doing  Priscilla, Queen of the Desert