" I'M ON THE TRAIN!"



Ok, I think most of you will know me  and my slightly dyspraxic ways by now
So the choice of a custard yellow pullover 
Perhaps was not the wisest of choices given my propensity for dribbling
But as you can see, with the judicious positioning of a trendy scarf , I am in fact,
blemish free so to speak...
I have , however lost all street cred with my executive businessman neighbour, for he has just given my IPad a quick once over as I was looking at Tom Stephenson's photo of a rude vegetable.....
Hey ho
My one attempt at looking urbane and sophisticated foiled by a carrot's vagina
Bollocks
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Beam Me Up Scottie



When I was a boy, pet shops were strange, slightly alien places with large open sacks of smelly dried this and that lying next door to aquariums full of neon tetras and buckets full of millet strings .
They were totally utilitarian places, that often smelt of leather.....and when you took a second look, there was always some sort of depressed feathered creature asleep on the counter.

That was then.
Now it's all very high tech .....it's gone all Star Trek
Last night Chris and I attended a 'friends and family' open day at a newly opened pet superstore.
We were invited by my twin Janet, who has, after 30 years in the same job, has just moved  careers into the modern day petshop retail sector and given the fact that our combined age is well over 100, the night still felt as though I was going to a school open day.

The pet superstore was a surprise to be sure!
The whole place was totally space age! With rows upon rows of gleaming pet food, a pet grooming centre ,more medications
that you would see in your average hospital pharmacy and squeaky clean miniature hamsters climbing across their rope swings within futuristic aseptic containers, the place looked more like Waitrose than the pet shops I knew from old.

It was nice to be there to support my Sister on her first official opening day... But we needn't have worried....working along side kids just out of their teens , and faced with handling snakes, rats and bearded lizards and a computerised till more complicated than in ITU ventilator  ...she looked as though she had been working there for years.

Off to London later tonight.......meeting up with Nuala..my touchstone



A Chance To Win


I don't know if it's the big hair,
The slutty twins,
Or the lobster claws
But it gives me a lift every time I see it

When I was young I always wanted to be a waiter
however my FIRST ever job was as
A peddle boat supervisor on Prestatyn Beach
I lasted a week and left after I was thrown into the pool by three foul mouthed  13 year old girls from Liverpool!
 NOW
WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST JOB.?
I WILL GIVE A PRIZE TO THE BEST ONE

Old People And Pets

Yesterday was Bright and warm, unlike today which is cold and damp, and I was glad of having the berlingo as I called over to the RFWF's farm with some flowers for his family. The funeral service will be held on Tuesday at the large marble church in nearby Bodelwyddan ( go on pronounce that one) I suspect a large number of fellow red faced Welsh Farmers will be attending and our tiny church here in Trelawnyd just cannot cater for a large congregation.....especially if the weather is somewhat "difficult"

Another funeral to attend...it's the way of the world when you have older friends I suppose....I am reminded of what one of the youngest  and shall we say, less sensitive of my colleagues said to me yesterday morning... She said "Knowing Old people is a bit like keeping pets...you don't have them for very long"
Out of the mouth of babes.

Later this week I am off to London to see best friend Nuala. it has been a long standing arrangement which could not have come at a better time. It will be therapeutic to have a change of scene for a day or so.


Anyway, this morning, I let the new birds out of their run in order to join the main flock. I am not a lover of ' fluffy hens' I prefer a more bog standard sort of bird. but the silkies, I must admit are striking looking birds.....
The RFWF would have disliked these frou-frou characters too....
Perhaps some of his no nonsense approach to life has rubbed off on me after all

The R.F.W.F

I was busy at work last night.
It was not until around 4am when I fell into conversation with another nurse as both of us were drawing up medications at the nurses station.
She is a farmer's wife who lives five miles or so from Trelawnyd
And she told me how sorry she was to hear that my friend , the Red Faced Welsh Farmer had died yesterday.
I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about...all day on Monday I had not ventured far from home because of the looming night shift  and so I had not seen anyone from the village .
In this case, bad news had not  travelled very fast at all.
I couldn't quite believe what she was saying.

If you could have caught me in Sheffield's All Bar One a few year's ago and stated that in 2013 I would count an elderly,flamboyantly argumentative old pirate of a Welsh Farmer as one of my friends, I would have told you to stick your crisp Chardonnay where the sun doesn't shine.
After all, what on earth would a prissy middle aged gay nurse possibly have in common with a rough and ready, gun toting animal farmer from the Welsh hills?

But a valued friend, he did indeed become

And over the years, he developed into a bit of a fairy Godfather in a tweed cap, when I needed a willing hand with this and that.
His stories were always long, meandering and entertaining
His temper was legendary
And his kindnesses to me and to a score of others from Trelawnyd and beyond, were many and varied.
I shall miss him dearly....
They don't make men quite like him anymore
His real name was,in fact
John Lloyd-Ellis
The RFWF at last years Jubilee 

Middle Aged Dogs



 

Middle Aged Dogs
Are just like middle aged people
They have some difficulty in getting up in the mornings



A Gladys Catch Up


It's Sunday morning and I am lying in bed fully clothed. I have not been able to shift this cold of mine and felt so full of snot yesterday that I had to forgo the invite to a wine tasting dinner party last night which was a real pisser.....I have not been out of the house to anything that required a proper wash for an absolute age!
Anyhow....I have been catching up with some of my blog comments today. Hello to Carol Ellis...who left a note saying that she lives in the next village to us....always nice to hear from locals......but I have to warn her.....with organising the open day this year and with the flower show looming, I do have an annoying tendency to conscript helpers and participants...so be warned

One of the other comments noted that Auntie Gladys had not had a mention in a while, and I must apologise for that, mainly because I have not seen her in a week or so, because of my cold.
Winter colds and old people are a bit like red mite in chicken coops.......left unchecked they can run riot and cause untold damage.....
Mind you the old gal looks sprightly enough......I saw her standing at the bus stop yesterday morning in her distinctive little red coat. She was chatting to Gay Gordon and was on her way to Rhyl, six miles away for a morning's shop.
I beeped the car horn, knowing full well that she wouldn't know on earth was making such a racket, but I noticed that she waved in my general direction like the Queen Mother after a pink gin.....

Below is a brief article I found from the Flintshire Chronicle printed a few years ago now....it was a story written about Gladys..... Thought you would find it interesting

Trelawnyd resident recalls decades of Flintshire village life
May 26 2011 by Francesca Elliott, Flintshire Chronicle

ONE of Trelawnyd’s most treasured residents has shared her memories of decades of village life.
Born in 1919 in Pantymwyn, Gladys Jones, now known to all as Auntie Gladys, went to school in Gwernaffield, leaving at the age of 14.
“When I was 16 I went to Gwrn Castle in Llanasa to be head housemaid,” she said.
“Major Bates lived there with his wife. They really looked after the village.

“They held parties for the poorer children and they were very good to us, we had the same food as they were eating in the dining room and when I married my husband at the Castle they gave us a present of £50, which was a huge amount in those days.”
Gladys added: “When the war started we had to leave. I went to work in the kitchens making the dinners for the girls in the Land Army.
“I worked in Rhydymwyn, St Asaph, Holywell and Mold. I loved it.
“There were 56 girls in the Land Army around here and when the war finished we walked into Chester for a night out to celebrate, then walked back at five in the morning. Everyone was a bit drunk – it was great!”
Once Gladys’s husband, Robert – known as Bob Railway – was demobbed from the Army the couple moved to Trelawnyd, where Gladys has been a stalwart of the community ever since.
By the late 1940s she was a leading member of the Trelawnyd Welfare Committee, which was set up after the war to support poor families and pensioners in the area.
The committee evolved into the Trelawnyd Flower Show committee in the 1970s, which still exists to raise money for local projects in the village and support the memorial hall.
Bob also worked at the Point of Ayr Colliery.
At the age of 92, Gladys is still an active and integral part of the fundraising team for the show, going from door to door around the village selling hundreds of raffle tickets.
Despite all of her happy memories of the village, Gladys has had her share of tragedy, losing her daughter Edwina in a traffic accident when she was just 16.
“When I lost my daughter I thought I would never get over it,” she said.
“I remember the day perfectly, it was March 19, frosty beyond words.
“I called into the shop on the way back from feeding our lambs and the milkman asked me how Edwina was. I thought it was a funny thing to say as he had never asked before. Then my brother-in-law and a policeman came to the house, both crying. I knew then that something had happened to her.”
Decades later Gladys is a grandmother to her other daughter Reenie’s two sons, and attributes her longevity to good food, early nights and keeping busy.
She is well-known for her cooking throughout the area and has often providing refreshments for the award-winning Trelawnyd Male Voice Choir.
A stickler for tradition, Gladys continues to do as little work as possible on a Sunday – even preparing her vegetables for her Sunday roast a day early.
“When I was young the children didn’t even kick a stone on the street on a Sunday, it was disrespectful,” she said.
“The village has changed quite a bit, there are a lot more houses now, but less people, and not as many people like to get involved with things.”
If you would like to meet Gladys and taste her famous scones, visit the Trelawnyd Flower Show at the village memorial hall from 2.30pm on Saturday, August 13.


The ULBs

Saturday is usually a bit of a lazy blog day.
It is, unfortunately, still a day of work for Chris, the academic
Who has been holed up in his office with a whole plethora of research work to do.
I, on the other hand have made a bread and butter pudding, done some shopping for a sick neighbour
( a loaf of bread, a paper and 2 snickers bars!)
And have just returned from a walk with the dogs.
Seeing that is is indeed a lazy blogging day
I shall leave you with an update on those awkward little bantams that were left with me a couple of months ago.
I nicknamed them the ULBs
Or
(Useless little buggers)
as they are no real use to me whatsoever
But there is something rather spunky and sweet about them
Judge for yourself