Shenanigans

This is Danelle Morgan, a local North Wales girl, who got herself trapped in her clothes horse after larking around with some University friends. (the same  group of friends took great delight photographing her from every angle after the fire service arrived to cut poor Danelle free!)

I was entertained by her predicament as I absolutely adore embarrassing stories and I was reminded of the tale after my own somewhat cringe making faux pas of this afternoon!

Chris is away in Glasgow for a few days,

so I thought I would pop down to the cheapo supermarket in Prestatyn for supplies

Not having a pound for the obligatory shopping trolley I loaded up my arms with goodies ( this supermarket does not believe in shopping baskets btw).....

So as I hurried up to the checkout with three loaves of cheap bread (for the birds), an individual lasagna (how sad), a small bottle of wine (treat) a large bottle of diet cola (for weightwatchers), a bag of German chocolates (how did they get there?) and rather surprisingly a large packet of vacuum packed frankfurters.....I didn't really notice a very small woman who was bending down to pick up a plastic carrier bag from a floor situated store.

I then smartly kneed the woman up the arse and in the kerfuffle that followed dropped all but one loaf onto her and then the floor............

I don't know just what was more embarrassing....actually physically assaulting the woman ( who shot forward and head butted the woman in front of her) or the fact that two old ladies in the queue behind me moved forward to pick up my items on the floor .....

I shouldn't be let out alone.........................
meanwhile.......

We've Just met a badger

We've just met a badger

My small pack of dogs and me!

Late back from the Community Council meeting, I collected the four of them from the kitchen sofa and out into a blustery lane we went

As we stopped in the dark by the corner, the pigs  grunted loudly and rather aggressively and out of the hedge, frightened by no 21's bad tempered tendencies no doubt, tumbled a large, slightly obese badger.

The badger struggled to its feet, not fifteen feet away and let out a funny sort of snort.

William, Meg and George stood stiffly like Ben Hur's chariot horses and didn't move a muscle as the badger cantered into the horse field

Mabel,however, shat herself....... she "woofed" once, pulled her lead from my hand and galloped the 100 years for home like a racehorse

She is presently sat at my feet, still shaking
What a pussy

Acting

I envy actors.

I envy their ability to make believe

I envy their ability to tell a story

and I envy their imagination and  focus when "in character"

Of course it's not the glamour that I really envy......no......I tell you what I kind of like about actors.....it is their ability of shed their self inhibitions in order to immerse themselves into a fictitious life

But on reflection, I suppose that we are all "unofficial" actors in the everyday "screenplay" which is our daily lives. We play the hero here, we play the advocate there and we play "disgusted from clapham"  (well I do) at all the other times....the character on show, is always the one most suited to the situation we find ourselves in at any given moment.

Who knows, just what the "real me" actually is?

We are all chameleons, 

......and that's a good job too...........

if non of us could act....

we'd all be zombies

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Screaming kid on the plane...oh the horror!

I just love this woman's face..... been there...worn the expression

For all those in peril on the sea

I was awake at 5.30am.

The gales that started yesterday had increased in their intensity and with great difficulty I dragged myself from under the duvet and checked on the Ukrainian Village through the window.

Caught in the faint light of the lane light, I saw the  roof of the goose house lift up briefly, then sail heavily over the duck house beyond the enclosure. The other coops, all hunched against the wind looked intact, except the smallest turkey house which also had lost it's roof, so donning my thermals I faced the torrential rain and wind to make hasty repairs, as the birds sat silently inside their houses like fish in a barrel

In the night, the cargo ship, the Swanland went down in heavy seas off the North Wales Coast, with it's cargo of limestone and six crew. It is a ship that I am sure we have seen many times docking at the quarry quay over at Llanddulas , a few miles away to the West. ....and in these times of aseptic lifestyles, where the only danger we witness is from tv Zombies and the credit crunch, we can be still be reminded that peoples' lives can lie in a very delicate balance sometimes.

The Swanland

Mind you, I think  it is easier to just ignore the potential for catastrophe in this world.

Perhaps the geese had the right idea...faced with disaster, all they did was huddle together, put their heads down across their wings and close their eyes.

Guilty Pleasures!

Now I even bored myself with the last post and I am a person that  finds myself ENDLESSLY FASCINATING!

So bugger alone knows just how bored any reader felt.

I just can't be arsed today.

Sure the dogs have been walked properly and the animals all have been fed and watered, but as for anything else.....? 

The world can fuck off!

Chris and his father have gone off to Chester shopping, so after I cooked them a full English and waved them goodbye, I have been somewhat indulgent and caught up with tv favourites....

Now what is my idea of tv heaven I hear you ask?

Well dear readers I will tell you!

Zombies..........Ballroom dancing........................and Policemen in Uniform

Simple pleasures.........

Norman Reedus , a kind of Deliverance sweetie, from The Walking Dead

So I watched the penultimate episode of The Walking Dead which was a cracking watch. If you have not seen this horror series before or perhaps have been put off by the prospect of witnessing a small number of Atlanta citizens fighting to survive a plague of all American zombies!, I would seriously recommend seeing it.

Is it gory? (hell yes) is it bleak? (yeap it's sure not a bag of laughs!) and is it a basic apocalyptic chase movie? (yeap it delivers  exactly what is advertised on the tin).....but it is well written, well produced, intelligently acted  seriously exciting.....and very, very  addictive......

Derek Hough  ( who has a delightful cha cha!)

After enjoying a zombie blood fest for an hour...I drank coffee and ate a couple of previously hidden auntie Gladys scones while I guiltily enjoyed the finals of Dancing with the Stars (The American version of Strictly Come Dancing)....now I must admit I find this show all a bit too pacy and loud for my liking. (The Uk version for all it's faults is much slower and comfortable to watch) but I do have a bit of a "thing" for Rikki Lake's professional partner Derek Hough (guilty pleasure no 2!!!)......

Charlie Etheridge traffic cop and all round good egg

Guilty Pleasure number three is a couple of episodes of Road Wars....with the delightful  PC Charlie Etheridge.....

(I can hear the fannar fannar truncheon jokes from a couple of the schoolboy readers already!) but watching Slough's finest dealing out justice to the great unwashed UK criminal classes is wonderfully indulgent and always great fun

....I cannot remember when I last vegged out on the couch with the tv on DURING THE DAY!

much, much more interesting than baking bread

Breaking Bread

kneading dough

 Now Chris took the car to work yesterday, leaving me and his father effectively marooned in Trelawnyd on a rather bleak and stormy day.So in the way of some occupational therapy, I decided to teach Richard to make bread
He seemed to have enjoyed the experience!

Sariad Cymraeg (speak Welsh)

Trelawnyd used to be a predominantly Welsh speaking village, despite it's proximity to the English border.

Nowadays only a small percentage of the village speak Welsh as a first language, although this figure is noticeably higher in villagers located further inland

By law, any official notice or sign has to be written in English AND Welsh, which can provide difficulties for the size of signage and the like.

The following are examples of this bisexuality (?) around Trelawnyd!

Speaks for itself!

Not a warning sign relating to my poultry

Go on, try saying that one

For Welsh speaking dogs