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| cute |
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| sexy |
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| Edwardian |
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| Zombie chic |
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| Northern Humour |
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| English actor |
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| Matt who? |
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| Miranda |
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| Strangers in the village |
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Quiz Time
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All Answers by Sunday please !
Arguements
I woke just before dawn this morning because of Mabel who had a humdinger of a panic attack over something insignificant going on outside the cottage. I usually can ignore her occasional bouts of worried barking but when she followed Albert through the living room door and shakily up the stairs, I couldn't quite ignore her worried fat face pressed closely against mine as I lay in bed.
For a powerful dog, she can be a neurotic bundle of nerves when the wind blows in the wrong direction.
So I got up, drank some coffee and after boxing up six eggs , I took Mabel out on an early morning egg delivery.
I seldom knock on peoples' door when I drop off eggs. Usually I just leave a box on a window sill, on a door step or in the case of one "particular" customer, in their greenhouse under a plantpot shelf, so I didn't think twice in ambling around the back of this particular home to deposit the eggs on the top of a wheelie bin!
The lights were on in the house and suddenly from within there came the sound of crockery breaking . I held my breath, not sure of exactly what to do, and there came more crashing,, a loud bang and the sound of a woman shouting.shrilly at a man who was pleading with her to be quiet.
I started to creep away from the house before Mabel started her usual nervous barking when after a few more explosions of kitchenalia I heard the woman yell clearly
"YOU CAN KISS MY ARSE YOU SCUMMY TURD"
I almost burst out laughing....the woman in question usually is such a delightfully polite and well spoken individual
as my mother used to say
"You don't know anyone unless you follow them home!"
We disappeared before we were caught!
You Have Mail
My hotmail email inbox had six messages in it this morning.
Six little lines
Five names that I knew
Six people that wanted me to know something.
There they were, silent and waiting.
Six messages.
One from a dear friend shared sad news of a family death.
The next was an upbeat message from the blind cockerel's previous owner seeking information on a much missed pet
and the next was a chatty story from a friend suffering from depression, that could not quite hide the mental pain in her heart, despite an effort to be upbeat and positive.
The fourth,was from a work colleague, excited at her imminent trip to New York (she emailed from the airport I think)....and the fifth was a business like news from a rural animal feed company offering cheap poultry wormer.
The sixth was some spam which had somehow made it into my inbox....it was marked " top secret" and was supposedly sent "from" someone called lawel Garba.....lawel was deleted away without a thought.
Six messages...four of note.
All sent within minutes of each other.......
It's a strange world.......
A Welsh Soap Opera
Now for those that thought the pretty Americans in the previous soap video were not quite to their taste, I thought you all would like to have a look at the one and only Welsh soap Opera "Pobol y Cwm" (People of the Valley)
Now here is a soap I could watch
Now I never as a rule watch any soaps.....too depressing, too silly, too boring...
But I could watch this silly froth from the US.....
sometimes all you need is a pretty face and a bad script
True Grit
The pigs have had a week's reprieve. The butcher's son couldn't pick them up and the "transport" that was going to fill in so to speak, never materialised, so after flagging down the red faced welsh farmer on the main road and enlisting his help, I have provisionally booked them in for next Tuesday.
It's been another gloomy wet day here and I feel it has been a bit of a waste hanging around for phonecalls and the like, however in between the showers, I have spent a little time getting to know Rooster Cogburn, the blind cockerel from Alton Towers.
He's a sweet natured lad, who is well used to being handled, and despite not really knowing me or my voice as yet , he sat carefully on my knee when I picked him up and stayed calm and still as I stroked his feathers and checked his eyes.
Eating and drinking for him seems not to be a major problem as I think he can just make out his bright green feeding bowl in his one barely functioning eye, however all it takes is a finger splashing the water in his water bowl or a rhythmic shake of his corn and his head is immediately down eager to find out what is available.
Putting Vinegar tits in with him was a bit of an inspiration, for he seems to love the company of another bird, and I have found it rather touching to watch him occasionally reaching out with his beak to comb through her feathers in a gentle gesture of contact
Yes he is useless, he has not even got enough meat on him to make 4 points on a weightwater's supper, but looking at him sitting still in his run, alert and careful I think that there is something quite valiant about him and his gentle ability to keep going
Laurel & Hardy
When I took the dogs on their afternoon walk we passed a couple of guys unloading a trailer in the village....
The men were making a real bloody hash of the work and even the terriers sat there half amused by their antics as they dropped box after box...
"You two remind me of Laurel and Hardy" I chirped up when the younger guy dropped yet another package and I had had to smile when the other guy asked "who the bloody hell are they?"
Bloody Heathens.........
Baby Steps
When we, the nurses arrive at work, we line up at the nurses' station waiting to be allocated to a patient for the shift by the nurse in charge. The whole routine smacks of those long distant school days when we lined up waiting to be picked for the games teams, and last night, after handover I sort of just knew which patient I was going to be working with.
I was paired with a very poorly patient who was dying. Unconscious and sedated, the man was fading fast and I had to take a deep breath when I saw him with his wife and his son at his bedside as he could have been my brother albeit a slightly older version of him.
It had to come, I suppose, and it had to be coped with.
Luckily there was a lot to do, a lot to get busy with, and as I "got on with things" a warm natured Irish nurse who was going off duty stopped briefly and reached over and squeezed my arm as I was introducing myself to the family..
She didn't say anything, she didn't have to.
Her touch was enough.
With it, she said clearly and with feeling " it's tough for you and I recognise that it is"
and do you know..... it helped.
The patient died not long into the shift.
... I think I looked after him and his family ok
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btw
Weight watchers weigh in this morning weight 15 stone 2 lbs
weight loss this week 2lbs
Total weight loss since 2nd Jan 12 lbs
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