Some Low Level Bullying

Now I will not apologise for my second post of unashamed low level bullying in order to conscript entries for the flower show. I know I have actually morphed into some sort of Lynda Snell hybrid, ( For those that don't know Linda Snell is a village busy-body in the BBC radio soap The Archers) 
This morning  I actually flagged down the RFWF today with a  Flower Show schedule for his missus and a six egg bribe to boot! and next week I shall try a bit of emotional blackmail with affable village despot Jason, Mrs Trellis and the owners of the village allotments......
I am a firm believer of "nagging with a smile"................
Thanks to New Zealander  Lady Modegreen who has offered to make a home made card to enter....come on all you other arty types out there...why don't you give it a go!

http://trelawnydflowershow.blogspot.co.uk/

Off to work tonight

Calling New Entries

The 40th Trelawnyd Flower Show takes place on the 18th of August

see

http://trelawnydflowershow.blogspot.co.uk/

I am making a call for any new exhibitors 

(and YES even readers from abroad could enter such classes as the home made greetings card (class 62!)

Just contact me on my details left on the Flower Show website and I will enter your nominations  with our Show Secretary and doyenne of everything official

"Sylvia Evans" (Below)

She who has to be obeyed 

Go on give it a go!

Carol & Polenta: A Debut

Carol, Polenta and the guineas

Ducklings are hardy little buggers. 

A bit of appropriate food some safe and secure housing and a bit of apple cider vinegar and the skinny little babies that came to me a few weeks ago, have developed into two robust, confident and rather impressive Aylesbury ducks.

Today Carol and the oddly sounding Polenta have been released from their nursery pen. Although still only juvenile birds, they are already bigger and heavier than the remaining runners , who have nervously circled the newbees time and time again with an eye popping "who the f*ck are they?" expression on their faces.
With a bit of luck the two groups will join up eventually. The runners, ( who seem to now understand that keeping near to the lane gates will ensure their safety from a daytime fox ) will teach the new girls the field etiquette and rules

This Won't Hurt A Bit!

Sometimes I need to remember that my particular brand of humour does not always travel at all well to all normal everyday events and situations
This morning was a case in point.
I went down to the doctor's surgery in the neighbouring village for a check up this morning.
I have been suffering some abdominal bloating of late, so needed a once over, some routine blood tests and a bit of an MOT (when you are 50 things have a tendency to all go at once so to speak!)
Anyway, there was a new, rather earnest and thorough GP on duty today.
He took a detailed history, gave me a the usual prod and feel and after he fiddled a bit with his computer he turned to me as a bit of an afterthought and said rather too quickly "Oh I think I may have to give you a rectal examination!"
Quick as a flash I replied  "Don't you think you should buy me lunch or at least a gin and tonic before you said that?"
The irony and humour missed the bullseye by a mile and the GP sat there vacantly for a moment and said with a somewhat bemused look on his face
"huh?"
......
Hey ho
ps. Luckily I didn't need the old "prod" once I questioned the dr!

My Olympic Crush

No! surprising as it may seem my Olympic crush was NOT any members of this rowing team

My Olympic Crush hails from the Stockholm Olympics of 100 years ago!

Have a look at the beaming winner of the joint 100 metre relay ( second from the left)

at 19 seconds of this short EDF video

It shows Victor D'Arcy literally bursting with pride

and I thought he was a bit of an old dish!

Love the Uniform shirt too! much more impressive than Stella's modern day efforts!

Be Careful Of What You Wish For

My Overtime shift was fine. I only worked a short shift (10pm to 6am), so had time for a short sleep with a Welsh terrier laid on my head before I had to get up to do the morning jobs.
When I walked over to the field, I spied two egg boxes sat on the dry stone wall, and thinking that someone had left them out for me ( as many of the villagers tend to do), I ignored them until I walked back into the cottage for that blissful "first coffee of the day"


In the  boxes were carefully placed 12, clean and intact bantam sized eggs , a fact that confused me greatly at first, that is until I took a closer look at them and realised that someone had actually left me a dozen guinea fowl eggs.


I have no idea where they have come from, but I suspect it is a gift from someone who had read my blog about my missing guinea hen, for written on the top of one box was the words 
"to help you replace Ivy "


As fate would have it Sorrel the buff who hatched the single chick, Celeste earlier in the year, has gone broody yet again, so on impulse I tipped the eggs into her nest and watched the big fat hen collect all twelve underneath herself with a collection of satisfied clucks..in a few weeks time we may have some keets on the field


People are so very kind are they not?
And So I have to post a BIG thank you to my "secret"  blog reader and egg leaver
Whoever you may be
ps/ Thank you Margaret from Babell, I found your note!

Chicken Art and Other Chuckles!!

I am working overtime tonight (I must be mad) so in need of a much welcomed cheer up I have posted the following!

Gary Larson is the only artist I know that has captured the essence of a stupid chicken!

Thanks Cindy

I love his take on life

This "fan art" piece from the Walking Dead website made me titter too!

Coming Down

 Note Bene's account of how he participated in the Opening Ceremony of The Olympic games makes for an interesting read.With all of the build up, the camaraderie,the excitement, and the adulation of  most of the watching UK population, I am now wondering just how Mr Bene is coping with getting back to some normality now that inflatable chimneys have been  packed away and Mr Brannah has returned to filming his award winning Wallender?
It must be hard......very hard!
We all enjoy having a challenge.
We all enjoy producing something that we are proud of
and to some small extent, I am sure that there is a bit of a showman in all of us.


Yesterday I stopped to have a chat with Basil, a local farmer
He asked me if I was holding my Allotment Open Day this year. He is a the sixth or seventh person to ask me this over the past week or so and I think he was slightly disappointed when I told him that for this year only I have given the open day a miss.
In some ways I regret my decision now. The build up to the day, the jaunty sense of community that I think it generated and the sense of achievement we all had when nearly fifteen hundred quid had been raised for the church and for motor neurone Disease,  are all very addictive positive strokes that elicit purpose and a sense of pride.
Despite, everything, I know, I have missed the challenge of it all this year.

The 2011 Open Day