Sod's Law

Now I have promised myself not to blog again about feeling poorly.
The whole of last week has been a total waste of time because of the soddin flu
However I am happy to report that
My temperature broke around 1 pm in the afternoon and for the first time since last Sunday my headache and eye ache disappeared.
At 6pm, although weak, I found myself hoping things were truly on the mend...
And by 6.20 pm....and you've guessed it.
I started with the shits.
Ho ho ho

This video is Georgia's entry in the Eurovision Song Contest
My friend Nige sent it me, in an effort to cheer me up...
It worked
I kind of like it.....I wonder what shite the Uk will be entering?

I am a bed slug

The uninspiring view from the sick bed

I am trying to concentrate on nicer things

"Nurse..the screens!"

I know I am not a very good patient.
I am like an animal when unwell, in so much as I just want to hide away from everyone.
The flu seems to be lingering ( in actual fact the symptoms only started on Sunday night) and I am finding the constant temperature and headache rather debilitating, especially as Chris is away
I know....I know.
I am just feeling sorry for myself.
Especially as I have just experienced a rather florid dream where I saw myself eaten by my dogs after collapsing on the toilet...!
People have been very sweet, even though I have remained noticeably reclusive. Next door neighbour Mandy asked if I wanted her to lock the birds up for me. A sweet request seeing that she is pathologically frightened of birds. Another neighbour took the dogs off my hands for an hour yesterday and Islwyn called last night with some cough sweets and linctus.... So my fear of being devoured by some unkempt Welsh terriers does seem a faraway fear at the moment.
The ever practical Auntie Gladys walked all the way down to the cottage from High Street and tied a bad of healing warm scones on the front door knob.I was not well enough to go to the Flower Show Meeting on Wednesday and she was worried......
I must be a real pussy
one of the youngest on the committee floored by a bloody virus.

Marie Curie

In between dog walking and animal jobs, I have spent most of my day wrapped up watching TV

it's driven me a little batty because the weather has been so lovely

But I still have a temperature and a headache that could flatten an elephant

The above advert for Marie Curie Nurse charity has been playing all week

And it's a powerful and moving little piece of cinema.

Marie Curie will be the charity that will benefit from our open day this year

Silver Linings Playbook

I wrote this 'review' on the train from London back to North Wales...
Thank The Lord for cut and paste!
It's 9am and I have just gone back to bed
I still feel like a donkey's dick.

As a former psychiatric nurse, I must admit that I find cinematic portrayals of mental illness all rather  hardwork. Some of this fact comes from differences in diagnosis seen in the American system compared with the British but most of my reticence is based in the simple fact that mental illness, especially one in its acute phase, is not really an easy watch.
SILVER LININGS PLAYBOOK is an odd film.
It's a '"ROMCOM' between two rather attractive people (BradleyCooper and Jennifer Lawrence) both of whom  have their own mental health issues.
Pat (Cooper) has a bipolar disorder and is living with his waring and obsessional father whereas Tiffany (Lawrence) is a neurotic grieving sex addict living in her parents garage, so it's not a surprise to anyone that the road to true love is not a smooth run.
Silver Linings playbook is not a typical romantic comedy. For me there is far too many comments upon mental illness in the movie for my liking. Everyone has their own problems, everyone shouts too much and there is not much subtlety in the psychology of it all, but having said that, the performances by the intensely likeable Bradley Cooper and the vulnerable and brittle Lawrence are quite outstanding and at times rather moving as the pair obtain structure and discipline in their chaotic lives by taking part in a local dance competition.
The film is worth seeing just for their sparing and bouncy set pieces alone
7/10

Flu

This was the image that Chris was faced with on Skype
This evening.
He's working away all week
I assure I have the bleeding flu
Hey ho

Bosoms Revamped

Sylvia and Irene reviewing Bosoms II

" Bosoms" my allotments are in need of a bit of a revamp.
The terrifically wet winter , badger activity and infiltration by the poultry and sheep have all taken their toll, and so I have decided to let the old vegetable beds revert back to grazing land and move the   allotments to the top of the field where drainage is better.
I shared my ideas with villager Islwyn ( a guy who loves a project) and hey presto plans had been drawn up , a digger suddenly materialised and great tracks of land were cleared much to the joy of the hens and sheep who hoovered the uncovered ground with gay abandon.
Islwyn suggested constructing a new fence seperating "bosoms" from the livestock and also noted that the church wall needs reconstructing ( he taught me how to repair other parts of the Church wall a year or two ago)....so it feels a little as though he has the bit between his teeth.....and when Islwyn has the bit between his teeth...the ONLY THING to do is to go with the flow!

Who looks worse?

I am not quite firing on all cylinders this week. ( as you can tell from the above photo of me with the blind Rooster Cogburn in which I must sadly admit that I look as rough as a donkey's dick)

My cold has returned, and I have temperature....and before you all start leaving me comments to see a doctor...I AM going back to my GP!

Hey ho

Goodbye To An Old Pirate- John Lloyd-Ellis

I have been to many many funerals in my time.
family.....family friends.....friends....colleagues........neighbours and patients.....
They are all generally hard work on the emotions, especially when the grief present is raw and each service I have experienced always seems to possess it's own unique sense of sadness and occasionally  joy. Joy at the celebration of a life most extraordinary .
Over the past few decades, it is more acceptable for the service to be led by a minister 'supported' by family and friends who often read a personalised eulogy of sorts.
In my experience, if is often these intimate glimpses of the deceased that provide the most "joy" at a funeral for they always seem to underline the real love that is felt and the real affection that is often shared.
I have seen my fair share of piss poor funerals where it was obvious that the vicar hardly knew the deceased in question. it was  either that or the fact that they couldn't really be bothered.
my mother's funeral had a sense of this...a fact that made my blood boil......I was just grateful that I pushed myself forward to read a home spun eulogy...a eulogy that perhaps tried to capture the sense of the woman. A woman that was as complicated as a Rubix cube in a dark room.

As you might have guessed it was the RFWF's funeral today.
In the packed marble Church at Bodelwyddan, the Rector did indeed capture a little of the " exuberance " of the man as did one of his oldest friends who told a perfect story of how the RFWF whilst on a mobile carol service around the local farms bellowed lustily "SING YOU BUGGERS SING!" from the back of his trailer which housed, of all things, a strapped on piano!
Personal eulogys always bring the stiffness out of a funeral day.....especially when you look and sound like an old pirate!

John, for that was the RFWFs name, was buried in our churchyard here in Trelawnyd. I stood stiffy in the field holding the thumb stick he had made me, and waved gently at his wife and sons as they walked slowly into the graveyard with the congregation. After all of the help he had given me, rounding the pigs up, providing a never ending supply of bedding and hay, and putting down fences and the like....I thought it was fitting I paid my respects right here with the turkey gobbling noisily in the background and with mud on my shoes