SGB

Around 3pm, I walk the dogs around the village and deliver eggs if there is a need to do so.
Today, along London Road, I bumped into the ever cheerful Jason, who as usual was carrying his toddler daughter on his shoulders.They were off to pick up Jason's other daughter from school.


As I stopped he looked me up and down slowly
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Egg and chicken poo on my hoodie top
Ripped combats
Rubber over shoes,
hair all over the place
Not a good look, I would admit
"Do you know" he said "that The Red Faced Welsh Farmer ( RFWF) is setting up his own blog!?"
I fell for it
"No " I said
"Yes!... apparently he refers to you in it as The S.G.B.!"
"What's that stand for" I asked
He laughed 
"SCRUFFY, GAY BASTARD!"
Time to tidy up, me thinks...........
and I am serious....

One Little Word

Last night's Jenny Agutter-fest underlines just how one word or phrase can elevate a pretty ordinary film scene into one that is remembered fondly by thousands.

By inserting the tiny "MY" into Agutter's plaintave "My Daddy", the whole reunion scene cranks up in emotional intensity...a simple andlovely moment.

Here are a few more of my favourites:

I could go on but I have chicken coops to paint

and finally for Tom (Bath) and Tom (Angola)

Miss Agutter in Walkabout

MEN!

Daddy My Daddy!

Does anyone remember Jenny Agutter running down that railway platform crying "Daddy My Daddy!"?
well this is the next best thing!
ENJOY

Close Ups

When it is wet and miserable

Jobs get done in a hurry

and things are not really seen.

I took my time this morning

 

 .Wet dogs half asleep in the kitchen

  Aquilegia vulgaris flowering In the Garden

 Boris giving me the "dead eye"

 White Bells 

 The Blind Rooster Cogburn listening to the field chatter

A rescue hen

Sat in the rain with my hoodie over my head

I have rubbed canesten cream into Buster's Comb, wattles and earlobes

He sat there calmly during it all with eyes closed

He knows it will help him.

Later despite the wet, I will plant out the first of my potatoes, onion sets, broad beans and swedes

The Awakening

Post number two of the day!

A talented Rebecca Hall and a smouldering West

Remember me slagging off the dreadful The Woman In Black recently? Well there was another "period" ghost story that was doing the rounds at roughly the same time that kind of disappeared under the radar so to speak.
This was a bit of a shame as the other movie, a film called The Awakening is a cracking little horror!
Set in 1921 this story has emancipated academic and emotionally closed Florence Cathcart (Rebecca Hall) acting as a sort of bright-young thing ghostbuster amid the flurry of post Great War fake spiritialists.

She is asked by war survivor teacher (Dominic West) to travel to his isolated school in Cumbria to look into the ghostly sightings of a young boy which occurred at the same time as a pupil died in mysterious circumstances , and during her investigations,Cathcart has her eyes opened to a potentially real ghost story of some complexity.

Footsteps in the attic

Nick Murphy's first film is a genuinely creepy and atmospheric twist of the Gothic horror tale and it is made all the better with a subtle and rather interesting central character, the emotionally distant but educationally bright Florence Cathcart. She is a woman with a past, one of the millions that lost someone in the war; so the "awakenings" reference of the title not only refers to Florence's realisation that ghosts may well exist but also eludes to her own sexual awakenings after meeting the strong silent and very sexy Mr West.

Staunton: a class act

As Cathcart  has her beliefs challenged, the ghost story cranks up a gear, and Murphy delivers some incredibly tense and frightening set pieces as her "reality" is made increasingly unclear .The performances by Hall, West and Imelda Staunton as the school's frightened matron, are particularly strong, and capture perfectly the film's central themes of grief, loss and loneliness in the austerity years after the armistice.
A very Good film
9/10

Looking Forward

It's nearlytwelve months since I ventured over the Pennines for a South Yorkshire catch up.
It's been Far, Far too long .
Last year our lives here seemed somewhat preoccupied with my brother's deteriorating health, and only recently I have  realised that the effort to visit others hase not been made and time has marched away with things...as it has a want to do.
I have missed my old friends


So I have organised to go over on the 9th of May. Old friends have been "booked" for a boozy night, others contacted for coffee and cake or for breakfast and the visit has galvanised me to lose that final and stubborn 4 lbs (I have plateaued at 14 stone 4lbs- a total loss of 24 lbs), so when I totter into All Bar One clutching the obligatory glass of "pinot", I will do so, looking more svelte and "buttock firm" than any my friends are really used to.
The waddling, and bloated "Roseanne Bar" look of last year, is hopefully, now a thing of the past..


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Today, the rain has set in for the day.

The village looks bleak and cold

I was going to plant out onions, potatoes, swede and cauliflowers 
I think I will wait for a day

The "new" cockerel is doing well.

I have called him Buster

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Thought I would post this in an effort to brighten up everyone's rainy day

Do you think that these lumberjacks could possibly be gay?
answers on a postcard please! 

...a face, only a mother could love.....

Another day

another abandoned animal.

Last night, when I was locking up, I came across this little character hiding away in the goose house. I suspected, quite rightly that he had just had the shit kicked out of him by the resident cockerels as both Stanley and Eric had been "performing" with extra gusto at dusk.

Not nine inches high himself and just skin and bone, the tiny bantam looked as though he was on his last legs, but after some dabbing with witch hazel and a bit of a cuddle, he seemed to perk up enough to eat a few mouthfuls of cat food and half a gallon of water.

It's a throwaway world is it not?

We discard tons of rubbish a year without a second thought, and the people who didn't want this little scrap of poultry anymore threw him away with the same scant disregard, for anyone that understands birds would know that he would stand no chance against the field's two, metre-high cockerels and the bantam, Eric, who has more chutzpah than Maureen Lipman.

But as luck would have it, he survived the day,

and of course he will survive the next.....

I will start the process of finding him a home tomorrow....

.....Manyana

"Hey You!"

The young men from Flintshire County Council have been cutting the grass in the Churchyard all day

I have spent the 4 hours  preparing all of the vegetable beds prior to planting out

One of the workmen called over to me as I was digging

"Is your name Stan?" he asked cheerfully

"No it bloody well isn't!" I called back

Apparently he thought I looked like a pub landlord  he used to know

I felt like shit

according to this guy

 I now look old enough to be a STAN

oh BOLLOCKS!