I am so sorry but I hate Brendan (sorry!)

Old Queen Brendan

Apologies to non UK readers but this post will be a  bit of a pure British television rant!

It was the semi finals of BBC2's Great British Bake off tonight and poor Danny ( the ITU consultant from Sheffield) was voted out because her custard filling just didn't set!

Despite this I thought she was  a delightful character!

Poor Danny- everything flopped

I know it sounds silly but I am beginning to hate contestant Brendan

He comes across as a pompous old queen (is the BBC making him into a villain?) and he is unfortunate enough to hint that he should be the winner of the bake off contest.......( a bit of a no no in cake making circlesI suspect)

Mind you he IS the best baker in the whole contest but, I must say that he is not a winning personality...........

........ he know nothing about winning over the general public...... which is a shame

anyhow my money is on the Scottish Geek James

who has a winning smile and a sweet, SWEET  personality

James

but stress-head John is a close second even though his petit fours were a pile of shite!

John

Tuesdays are more stressful than a shift in ITU
I apologise again but I just don't like Brendan

Tuesday Morning Blues

"Kill, KILL, KILL THEM ALL!!!!"

It's here!

After a waterlogged bastard soddin summer

Cold, icy mornings have now bloody well arrived in Trelawnyd

It's a depressing thought

which leads me to the black feelings of murder which always surface during those freezing early morning moments between waking and that first life saving cup of coffee of the day.

That coffee has just been downed

(it only tastes "good" when it is in my American coffee cup)

"Out with anger.......in with love"
I am feeling much better now...
compared with others I know...what do I have to be sad about?

Later this week Chris flies to Melbourne for a conference. He will be away just over a week.

I have a huge list of jobs to complete when he is away , but at least I can be as grumpy as I like first thing in the morning. The dogs don't insist on conversation at 6.45 am even when I am sifting through their poo ( btw. more brown plastic bunting has been passed this morning!)

One job that I cannot complete is the cutting down of the vast honeysuckle which has draped itself above the front door. Quite unexpectedly the whole troupe of house sparrows that used to roost within the field hawthorns have upped sticks and moved into it's complication of branches.and the din as they roost around 6pm every night is absolutely unbelievable!

This daily influx of two dozen bickering birds inches from the living room sends Albert into a complete state of nervous exhaustion, for each little bird knows exactly just how far to push him and to keep safe.

While I am cooking supper, all I can hear is his low growling  which I translate into 

" those pesky little bastards!!!!!!" and their screaming chorus of chirping which more or less says 

"COME ON!!!!!!!!!!!! if you think you're hard enough!"

The honeysuckle leaves will be falling soon and the sparrows will I am sure more on....for the mean time, I will complete other jobs when Chris is in OZ land

Dawn this morning, Albert and Willaim sharing my armchair

The Truman Show

When Chris went into church yesterday, I spent a therapeutic 45 minutes listening to Desert Island Discs as I cleaned the "patio" behind the cottage.

Affable despot Jason stopped to chat when out for a walk  with his dogs and we embarked on a somewhat light hearted conversation about how "unreal" Trelawnyd can look to someone who casts an "objective" eye on it''s daily toings and froings.

"It's like living in a real life version of the

 The Truman Show" he said wryly.

Now I think I could fill this blog several times over with some of the village stories recalled by Jason ( who could be viewed by the local female population as one of the very few Village pin ups we have in Trelawnyd), but in way of maintaining good neighbour relations I think it is prudent not to broadcast most of them!

Every Little Helps

Anyway I write this background in view of today's blog entry, which in retrospect is as bizarre as anything Jason has observed from Ty Wynne.

It relates to my recent obsession with William's stools.

Last Thursday William somehow got hold of a supermarket carrier bag.

I have no idea what exactly was inside it,but suffice to say that it looked as though he had eaten it's contents as well as part of the plastic itself.

Luckily ever since then, he has been passing remnants of the bag, complete with it's blue and white lettering and logo, and every morning I have been dissecting any "passed motion" to ensure things are moving "properly"  so to speak.

In the lane this morning William stopped for a number 2, and with a rather surprised expression on his face, started to pass what can be only described as brown plastic bunting.

I bent down and holding one part of the plastic I started to "unravel" the mess slightly-in an effort to ensure that all had been passed safely....(I also have to say that the other end had not quite left William's bum asI did so )...........

Anyhow, I was only thinking to myself of how "odd" this spectacle must have looked when a woman in a 4 x 4 drove past. ( regular readers may remember when I  accidentally hit a passing car with a lump of pastry- well it was the same woman!)

Bugger alone knows just what she was thinking as she looked at us. She just gave me somewhat of a perplexed look before carrying on.

"Could you just?"

The sun arrived this afternoon!

Albert with his stiff back leg ( the one that was broken four years ago) quickly found a warm spot in which to give himself some heat physiotherapy and I was just photographing him  when a guy and two children turned up in a car from down the lane

I saw the cat basket they retrieved from the boot and thought to myself...."more beaks to feed"

....and of course I was right

Three delicate and rather vociferous juvenile hens have now joined the field population,

Will I am... or is it Fergie?

I have nicknamed them "The black eyed peas"

Happy Birthday

A Normal Welsh Outfit

Today is my sister in law's Birthday, it's another milestone for her in a somewhat difficult year - I cannot quite believe that we have nearly reached the first anniversary of my brother's death.

Time sees to gallop on when you are teetering on the wrong side of 50, does it not?

It only seems like yesterday that we were all struggling with that awful experience of losing a sibling, a husband and a father and now we are almost 12 months down the line

People that "Marry into" a family, often morph effortlessly into that family.

Jayne is such a person. She was "there" when Janet and I were still children. She was there when we have hurtled through the brickbats of adulthood..

and she will be there, I am sure, when we will be all drawing our pensions

Happy Birthday Chuck!

We will call up later

x

Dogs On The Beach

William, a dog with a personality as sweet as Gone with the Wind's Melanie

 We are blessed with good natured dogs. Not that a sweet nature is a mere accident of birth., animals like dogs that are nurtured well in a pack, more often than not develop a gentleness and sociability ideal for sharing a house with.

Welsh Terriers are robust, inquisitive and happy dogs. They also have a rather sweet habit of sitting and watching something that they are unsure of or have not experienced before.  This behaviour gives them a somewhat benign  demeanour and the "look"of an all seeing teddy bear.

Even though we live in the deep and green Welsh countryside, Trelawnyd is, in fact only a couple of miles from the sea as the crow flies (it is not an easy walk as we are around 600 feet above the coastal plain) The beaches are open, often deserted and ideal for dogs, as they can run and run until their tongues loll and their legs wobble

Meg and Chris watching the sea

 

Is it George or is it a ventriloquists dummy?

The Rector's Bun's

John & James- two semi finalists in the Bake off!

The Italian restaurant that we took the vicar to produced a so-so kind of meal, but we had quite a Jolly time because as it turned out, the Robert is quite a fan of BBC's The Great British Bake off, so over a glass of Chianti we conspiratorially slagged off the know all Brendan and waxed lyrically over the virtues of John's recent gingerbread Colosseum.

The vicar  confided to us that he was in fact a dab hand at the old baking lark, so immediately I struck a bit of a coup and conscripted him for entries in our 2013 Trelawnyd Flower Show!

The village ladies and I  will be wetting ourselves in anticipation of seeing just how well his Victoria sponge turns out!.....

Here's hoping he can come up with the goods!
The challenge is ON!
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ps I also just want to say a quick thank you to all of the readers of this daily diary. For some obscure reason I am now having around 1000 page view hits daily and up to 400 people log in for updates on my sheep taming, chicken tales and my own, slightly obscure reality stories of village life.
It's a small life to share, but I am grateful for being able to do so, it's my therapy
hey ho x

More Tea Vicar?.....And The Devil Of Whitechapel

Sometimes I feel as though I live on the set of tv's Miss Marple

Village life can be somewhat bizarre to say the least

This morning was a case in point for at 7.30 neighbour Mandy saw me filling the feed buckets and yelled over in rather a Kenneth Williams type of way

"Can you do anything with a big marrow?"

I bit my tongue to prevent a witty reply

It was just too early!

Tonight Chris and I are off out to dinner with the vicar.

We don't eat out much so it's all a bit of a treat!

He's quite a jolly fellow, so I know the conversation won't be centred wholly on deep theological theory and garden fetes.....but it is dinner with the vicar! 

........I do actually live in St Mary Mead!

Speaking of St Mary Mead, (a village that must have one of the highest murder rates this side of the Bronx) I am reminded that Jack the Ripper is coming to Trelawnyd in the new Year!

Affable despot Jason,( who is a bit of a Whitechapel murder geek), has managed to organise somewhat of a social coup and has arranged for Retired British Police Murder Squad Detective, Trevor Marriot to come to the memorial Hall to talk about how he has applied modern day policing methods to the infamous Ripper murders of 1888!
Fascinating stuff !!I adore this kind of thing!

 It's all go!!
For locals, the evening will be on  
Saturday 18th may 2013, ticket prices are £12 for adults, £10 concessions

and no kids, I am afraid...for obvious reasons

Now where's that poison ?