A View From My Armchair

Now blogging never fails to surprise me.

I can write something that I think is worthy and interesting and get 5 brief replies in way of comment and then in  pure throwaway fashion, I can "pen" some bland rant about the weather and get 50 comments in way of a detailed debate.

It's the fickle finger of blogging me thinks.

Today my arse is inexplicably glued to my lovely comfy armchair in the corner of the living room, so I cannot really see that anything I have to say will be of any interest to anyone....but we will wait and see!.

Ok I have fed the animals, walked the dogs and had a couple of hours sleep but I intend that today's world will be concentrated upon a corner of the living room where the view of our grandfather clock, over filled bookcase and my handpicked kitchen door with too large a gap at it's base will be all that I have to worry about

Chris has squirrelled his way in his office with some academic work and the dogs have collapsed at my feet after a walk in the COLD and AWFUL START of AUTUMN we experienced last night...so I am left with the gentle tones of classic fm, which are wafting in from the kitchen radio for company.

I need to get up really.

I have a shepherds pie to make,

I have some new warrens to water in their pen

and it's time to rattle my feed bowl at Sylvia and Irene, as part of my concerted effort to win the buggers over

But do you know what?

I think I will sit here just a tad longer

and I will gaze uselessly at my green kitchen door which has too wide a gap at the bottom!
hey ho

Sod Off Autumn

My armchair bathed in sunshine this morning

Now let it be known to the great and the good that I kind of detest autumn.

I wish I could be a better person like

FrugalLivingUK who merrily skips into the third season like Julie Andrews kicking her habit skirts, but I can't!!!!!!!!!!

Don't get me wrong, I don't dislike days like today,( for it is an uncharacteristically warm and sunny Saturday), no, not at all.but I do, in general dislike autumn....and I shall tell you for why!

1. Come the end of September the zombie hordes that are the common local species of spider creep their terrifying creep into every recess of the old cottage. It's enough to make even the likes of David Attenborough go weak at the knees I can tell you!

Even today, armed with the dyson's trusty extension hose, I have already sucked up a dozen or so of the hairy fat bastards from the white painted ceiling beams of the living room.One was THAT big, that he managed to hold on at the nozzle end for a considerable and rather admirable 30 seconds before up he shot like ....well...like a spider up a hoover.
Creepy, crawlies.....I hate 'em

2. Autumn means wet kitchen floors, muddy boots and pet paw marks on everything that isn't nailed down

3. It means soddin' Christmas decorations for sale at the shops

4.And it means cold damp short days, which upset the hens more than a fox with attitude.

5. Autumn means weak, ineffectual sunshine, it means the return of chilblains, and it heralds the return of my wind chapped red cheeks that will stay will me until April next year.

6. Autumn means strengthening winds, piles of dirty leaves knee deep behind the cottage door and cold wet mud wherever you go. The countryside can be a bloody depressing place when it is constantly wet....I never really have subscribed the phrase "isn't it a lovely view" when freezing rain is lashing down onto freezing mud!

okok there ARE nice things in autumn which I can appreciate.... there's no guilt when I sneak to the cinema on a particularly awful midweek afternoon....and there's soup... thick, hot "fat bastard" soup......but that's about it for me I'm afraid.................... give me a proper hot, old fashioned , 1976 summer any day......

whatever one of those is?

I have forgotten

"I'm 83 you know!"

I have just spent a somewhat frustrating early afternoon trying to sort out an elderly neighbour's cardiac monitor. It is one of those monitors that picks up cardiac arrhythmias and contacts the hospital when the normal "bleep bleep" bounces into something more sinister. Various parts of the monitor had not been delivered, so armed with nothing more than the general hospital number, I had to try and find "who could sort it all out" on a Friday afternoon.....Friday afternoons are when hospital staff suddenly disappear into the woodwork.

I thought I had more or less sorted things when the old chap then asked me to set up a  new printer and scanner he had just had delivered, so there was more of the same as wires had to be connected and cds needed to be watched and their instructions followed.

I wonder who Chris and I will rely on when (and if) we ever reach our dotage .We have no children that could cushion the ravages of old age. We haven't even got any adopted Filapinos (aka Madonna) or surrogate babies like Wacko Jacko.... we will just have each other to depend upon when we get to that creaking old age when it takes half an hour for us to climb the stairs to bed, and when we finally get there, we've bloody well forgotten why we went up there in the first place!

Perhaps it will be Shady Pines for us eventually!  

I do hope not.

The prospect of some disinterested teenage support worker wiping my bum  with all the delicacy of an all-in wrestler after I alight from my commode, does not fill me with any warm feelings whatsoever.......

Gawd Help us

The Sheep Whisperer

The girls walking past me ever-so-slowly.. without ANY eye contact whatsoever

Forgive the second post of the day, 

Now....I am not overly familiar with sheep.

(YP hold it right there and say NOTHING!)

OK here in rural Wales you literally cannot fart without being over heard by a startled ewe  and then see a marbled eyed dumb face staring at you with a look of "how very dare you!"

Sylvia and Irene are curious and nervous little creatures

After a somewhat fraught first meeting with the Indian runners who set both ewes galloping for the hills with an unbelievably loud screaming pincer movement , things are beginning to settle down between birds and sheep!

Of course , I am the only real fly in the ointment where their emotional well being is concerned, for to begin with all it needed for them to be sent scurrying into the bushes was a merest glimpse of my sweaty little hand on the gate handle!

So at every opportunity I have gone out to the field with a bowl of feed which I have shaken enticingly at them with my best "come hither" expression on my face.and over the last few days they are noticeably building themselves up to actually come up to within a gnat's crotchet of my excitedly shaking bucket!

Wendy from Gwaenysgor

Phone rings

"Hello?" I say

Woman's voice very breathless on the other end

"It's Wendy from Gwaenysgor........ I've just found a chick running around outside and I don't know what to do with it!"

"have you a hen sat on some eggs?"

"Oh god.......er...... let me think?....oh God! ... YES! Its a buff, she's been sitting in her nest for years!"

"Shut her away and place the chick underneath her"

"oh Lord this is exciting! I've never had a chick before! It's chirping very loudly!"

"They do, it's fine...there's probably more chicks on the way, best leave them all well alone for another day"

"Oh God! what else do I have to do?"

I covered chick care briefly

"Right", Wendy said, " I will go and put the baby back!"

Hangs up!

Two minutes later phone rings again

"Oh God! it's Wendy! I have put the baby back and I have just found a sad looking Sussex sitting outside the hen house  and she looks like she has lost something?"

"Has the sussex been sitting on eggs?" I asked

"no!..... yes!,,,,no! er .......sometimes? ...... I am not sure"

"She needs to be sitting for three weeks solid to hatch out a chick!" I reminded her

"Well no then!" she sounded confused...."is it always so stressful when you have your first chicks?"

"Yes, calm down, "put the baby back and see if the buff accepts him"

"ok!"

A few minutes later the phone goes

" Its Wendy!"

(I guessed it might have been)

"Everything looks ok, I have send my husband out for chick crumbs and I have put water in the coop is there anything else I have forgotten?.... I am so sorry to bother you!"

I went through some pointers again.

"It's no wonder I drink a lot of wine!" she gasped finally

I need a drink!"

"Go and have one" I said with a smile....

Sarah Jane

This is Sarah Jane

She is the mumsy vicar's wife contestant in BBC's

The Great British Bake Off

and she is a real scream!

With a slight "little girl" personality and a self effacing sense of humour

she had cried, laughed and blustered her way through the tv baking competition with a great deal of English 

"spirit the won the war" bon viveur!

Her tearful monologue about how crap a cook she is whilst sheltering under a huge see through umbrella

is worthy of something Alan Bennett could write

Don't worry SJ..we have all cred over a bad tart at one time or other

Look out for fellow contestants Catheryn (another natural comic),

The Camp and slightly know all Brendan,

and the lovely ITU consultant Danny from Sheffield

all of them delightful characters

Its a cracking watch

(APOLOGIES to those who have not got a flying f*ck of an idea just what I am banging on about)

Shady Pines

Well after the previous sweat inducing post , I thought I would try and get back on an even keel

The field population of hens has reached somewhat of a tipping point.

Yesterday I collected just one bloody egg!

I have 38 hens ( I audited them all this morning how's that for being anal?)

This year 12 of the very old hens have died.1 young bright thing was taken by the fox in the middle of a funeral and 2 other youngsters drowned themselves by accident in one of the water butts and after checking over the remaining girls, I now realise that I have effectively have only  8 young  egg laying birds in their prime.

The rest ( the crackhead whores, my original black hookers from when I started off keeping chickens and all of the fat old buffs) are getting on a little now, and all are entering that twilight time of their poultry years.

I will have to face the fact that I am now the matron of a hen home for the aged, infirm and physically knackered .

I am renaming the field "shady Pines"

Time to get some fit new girls me thinks

ps/ now what 1980s comedy show characters referred to "shady Pines" when they threatened  to send one of the "older" members of their group to a retirement home?

I wonder..........

......Just why I have posted this video?