Caught Out At Tesco

Yesterday I started with sciatica
I suspect this was caused by a combination of lugging 25 kilo bags of corn, digging veg beds and coping with a body that is nearly 51 ( and a brain that thinks it is only 28)
The pain has been nagging, constant and bleeding irritating
It has also been embarrassing, because the main locus of the discomfort  has been located directly in the centre of my left gluteal maximus ( ie my left arse cheek) so every few minutes I have been delving down my pants to give myself a bit of a rub....or failing that I have been leaning on any supportable surface with my left leg slightly elevated.....it seems to help.....
It's not a good look.....
Anyhow.....yesterday I had the car, so, after buying and collecting animal feed from the wholesalers  ( and rubbing my arse in front of the slightly uneasy shop owner Jean) I took the dogs for a limp on the beach........
On the way home, and realising it was lunchtime, I popped into the new Tescos to collect a couple of items and was just crossing the car park after my shop when a car beeped me from outside the store
it was  Leslie, my elder sister's husband's sister's daughter( think about it) ......and obviously she reads the blog because she yelled
" have you just bought a scotch egg?"
Strangely enough I had ( emergency scotch eggs are an ideal panacea to nerve pain)
And so , despite my discomfort I picked the two pack out of my plastic bag and waved it gayly at Leslie across the car park.......
she laughed her tits off....
It helped me to cope with the pain...........
Strange who actually reads my blog eh?

Anyhow speaking of Scotch eggs..... Fellow blogger Em ( a delightfully talented lady who lives in the far South West)  will be on the receiving end of a quality ( and pricey) Scotch Egg Creation when I send one ( wrapped in bubble wrap) to her today in way of a thank you....
She is sending me some of her artwork of our dogs very soon........
A scotch egg is a small price to pay.............me thinks

Oh my arse.......

" Not For The Homophobic"

A couple of days ago a local village blogsite gave my Going Gently  blogspot

a kind bit of a big up.

Subsequently my viewing figures have increased noticeably 

Which is nice

I am fickle enough to acknowledge the fact but

Something on that blog site sort of bothered me though

And it was the beginning of this statement

( I adored the second sentence by the way)

"Not for the homophobic. 

This man is seriously funny and entertaining, he lives in Trelawnyd."

" Not for the homophobic"  was obviously a way of describing  Going Gently ....and this intrigued me, for the fact that I may have a long standing ( and deep rooted ) obsession with Russell Crowe dressed as a gladiator seems to me to take a somewhat second class position behind my love of anything feathered, canine, zombie-ish, cinematic or indeed anything egg shaped and covered in deep fried breadcrumbs.....

Homophobia has always baffled me somewhat

It never really computes that someone may be upset with me by nature of my schoolgirl crushes or the fact I have shared most of my life with a hairy faced academic with a deep voice

Ok

Dislike me for being a gobshite, dislike me for my ability to be a real bitch sometimes

And even dislike me for my inability to say no to needy bulldogs that need a new home.

But don't dislike me for just being an old poof

That's soooooooooooooooo 1980s

PS to the Previous Post

I was going to add a few photos to the previous post, but for some reason blogger would not let me do it on my IPad ....the high winds didn't just topple the one hen house last night.....they brought down a portion of the ancient Church wall, whipped slates from the Church roof and carried away Pat, the animal helpers garden closhes.
Sometimes I forget that we are perched six hundred feet above the coastal plain.....

As the dogs played

I checked the wind damage to the Church wall

( the rocking of the trees behind the wall

Seems to have brought the wall down)

More repair work for me

Della from Pen-y- Cefn Isa

Braves the wind

Slates missing from the church roof

Troublesome Wind

Now I could bang on for an absolute age about my flatulence problems. Indeed... I once blasted out a fart worthy of the Queen Mary's fog horn in front of a group of shocked pensioners as I suddenly had to bend over a waist high fridge freezer in order to reach a packet of Yorkshire puddings in Aldi a couple of years ago...... But I think I will leave the subject well and truly alone ....
No today's post is a bit of a clear up post, for last night North Wales was subjected to some of the strongest gales of the year so far.

The Ukrainian village took the full force of the South Westerlies. 

But as luck would have it only one hen house took flight at the height of the stormy weather and in the dark it rolled over and over like the passenger liner in The Poseidon Adventure across the field.

Ironically one of the only two residents of the coop was a large lame Orpington called Shelley Winters, and when I eventually went out to check the damage, I found both hens, shocked but uninjured huddled in the remains of their nesting box.
This morning both characters are non the worse for their ordeal.....both have spent the night sat in a cardboard box in the shed.

Shelley Winters and abandoned bantam Buster! Survived the night

Sewing Bee

Patrick Grant and another less interesting judge..he's lovely

You have to hand it to the BBC,for when they find a formula that works well, they clap their hands with glee and repeat the idea to death.

As most readers here may remember I am a firm fan of the achingly middle class The Great British Bake Off . For those that don't know, this TV competition pits a group of amateur bakers against each other over a whole host of baking challenges while nice judge ( Mary Berry) and sexy hard judge ( Paul Hollywood) look on.

Last night I watched The Great British Sewing Bee ...a fact that may surprise most of you, seeing that my dress sense could only be described as being "beyond help" The Great British Sewing Bee is Bake Off with clothes instead of sticky buns. The format, the pace, the competition, the type of presenter and even the incidental music is exactly the same...and to me, who couldn't give a flying fart about home made duds, I found the whole thing rather fascinating.

Of course the competitors have all been hand picked to make for partisan viewing. 80 year old Ann ( a yoga loving fit as a flea granny) ,Lauren ( a beautiful young Scot who cried a bit), bit of rough Sandra, and wisecracking  gay Queen Stuart all agonised over their home made girls' frock with suitable emotion as professional judges and mad as a box of frogs Claudia Winkleman looked on....

Judge , the Saville Row designer Patrick Grant, with his trendy Edward VII looks did it for me......

I am seriously thinking of changing my image........

Yeah right!

Link   http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p0165nj8

Check it out...even if you couldn't be arsed about sewing.... The whole thing makes for an interesting study of skills that have almost disappeared from normal everyday life.

Would a bow tie suit me?

Gay Ducks, touching up bosoms and other jobs

A few years ago I remember a news story coming out that discussed the possibility that Sesame Street's Bert & Ernie were in fact a gay couple.
Now it never crossed my mind that this odd couple..could be.....well.....a couple....that was silly gay bullshit......(although I always had my suspicions about Big Bird......he was always too much of a big girl's blouse for my liking.)
Anyhow I digress.
My own Bert and Ernie ( remember the ducks that came from the boy with the head injury?) have surprised me somewhat and have  come over all gay during this brief burst of nice weather. With the testosterone filled drake Halleh in tow , they have settled themselves down in a tight knit bachelor group of three , but Whereas Halleh will pop over to female group consistently throughout the day ( for some sneaky duck sex) Bert and Ernie will spend their time making "goo-goo" eyes at each other in the long grass, and on several occasions I have caught them behind the goose house indulging in full "drake on drake action........"
Hey ho....the chances of ducklings this year has just been reduced by two thirds!

Halleh ((left) Bert & Ernie singing hits from the shows

The weather has been glorious today, and so I have worked hard catching up with jobs The first of Bosom' new veg beds has been raked and prepared ( bottom photo)

As the animals enjoyed the sun for the first proper time this year

I took a few photos as I worked.

It's nice to be warm!

As the dogs galloped in silly circles around the field

William and Bingley facing each other off

I

A Night Out In Trelawnyd

Last night I met up with affable despot Jason for the quiz at the Crown.
I got there a little early so did what I don't usually do, I sat at the bar with a beer and joined the " regulars" including the RFWF's sons  in a bit of good natured chat....
God knows just what they thought, as during the banter ,I ( and obviously they )kept getting huge whiffs of poo wafting away from my pants............
message to self.........
Don't ever sit on a pub barstool with forgotten plastic bags of dog poo shoved into your pockets......
Thank goodness I Sussed the problem early on in the evening.

Anyhow in the end our quiz team of six won the grand total of six quid, and it was nice to have the opportunity to meet up with a few fellow villagers....the pub is one of the last places in Trelawnyd that locals can meet up together.....

Having said this, I need to big up another social evening event that is coming to the village soon. Jason, who is a self proclaimed " Jack The Ripper freak" , has arranged a sort of " Ripper Night" at the Memorial Hall on SATURDAY 18th of MAY.
Now the night is not a fancy dress theme night with the likes of Mrs Trellis vamping it up as a cockney tart( " I'm a good girl I am") down Chapel Street....it is a serious, forensic review of the murders by a former police detective , tv presenter and writer Trevor Marriott and I think the whole evening will be a fascinating alternative to the humdrum and the ordinary.
( tickets are  £12 each [£10 concessions]....no children)

Off to sort out the allotment now, seeing that the weather seems to be dry

I will blog an update on the new ducks later

They seem to be gay!

Calm Down Dear!

" Are you ok now? "

 This morning I could have ripped off the face from a smiling Nun

Not that I actually would have done

You don't see many grinning nuns in Trelawnyd

I had a shitty night shift. It was , long and busy and frustrating because my patient's condition deteriorated  over the thirteen hours I watched over him and when I got home all I wanted to do was to lay down in a darkened room with a damp face flannel over my face.

But the birds needed sorting, the dogs needed walking and Chris needed taking to the station as he is working in London for a couple of days..so the face flannel had to wait 

My irrational anger levels were sublimated somewhat by an emergency scotch egg, bought in Marks and Spencer .....I had to wait an age for the self service till to be available...so ate my eggs in the queue daring the overly cheerful supervisor to say something.....

She didn't

I would have ripped her face off if she had.

Such is the irrational nature of over tiredness .

The dogs understand these unfortunate yet short lived moods of mine all too well. They sit quiet and still until the storm passes, and will watch my face constantly for the signs of normality to return

Only then will they seek me out and demand their canine demands of the day.

It generally doesn't take long