Opt In ? Opt Out?

 The Ukrainian Village has had a facelift his morning. coops have been cleaned and fumigated, nest boxes cleared out and feed bowls disinfected. It's a dirty but satisfying mundane job, that you can lose yourself in somewhat.
Today as I was shovelling shit, I found myself thinking about the Welsh Assembly's historic decision to change the present organ donor system.
From as soon as 2015 Wales will be the first UK nation to introduce a system where people are presumed to have consented to become donors unless they opt out. 
I am not in favour of this
An opt out system , I think gives the illusion that everyone involved has made an informed consent decision about organ donation. I think that this is wrong as doing nothing about documenting your wish to opt out is very different indeed from actually being fully informed about the whole process of organ donation per se.
True, the public can research the whole subject to its nth degree, but human nature being what it is, I honestly think that few will fully appreciate the ramifications of the organ donation process when they bumble along leading ordinary lives.
Informed Consent is a tricky subject to get right .
To me, the opt in system is  simply more ethical.
Am I wrong?
We will see

L

Ta Muchley

Just a late note

I wanted to thank the anonymous person who left 10 out of date loaves of bread in a bin bag by the field gate

The girls will eat well tomorrow

X

Swearing

The carnage

I am a terrible swearer.

No , I don't actually mean that I don't do it with any feeling or gusto..the reality is quite the opposite.

When I get going, I will admit that I can sound like one of the less attractive guests on Jeremy Kyle.

Yesterday I caught Irene and Sylvia happily ensconced in " old bosoms"

Somehow they had got past security , tiptoed around the old veg beds and zeroed in to the dozen or so raspberry bushes tucked away at the back of the old plot.

Last year my raspberry crop was a cracker

This year ...well.....you can see just how much damage two small sheep can do during a morning's shenanigans .

I caught then just as the last raspberry cane was nibbled down to the quick.

And I saw red.

On reflection I now do feel a little ashamed of myself as I recall the way that I chased both girls out of bosoms yelling at the top of my lungs  " YOU GREEDY FAT SCRUFFY BASTARDS "  

And it was only marginally satisfying that I galloped after the pair shaking my fist in the air like I was an extra on some 1970s sit com.

The neighbours who were pottering around in their gardens didn't batter an eyelid as I lumbered too and fro shrieking like a banshee.

I think they must be used to it by now

The Greedy Fat Bastards

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Trelawnyd Conservation

 I am only typing a quick follow up to this morning's prattfall blog because I am all clean and tidy before I go to fat club (weightwatchers) and I want to curb my urge to wander onto the dirty field to see if the sheep have eaten any more of my raspberry bushes.
( The ever hungry ewes broke into old Bosoms last night and demolished my fruit plants -the little bastards)

Anyhow the Trelawnyd Conservation Group has been hard at work today planting up the green areas of the village today, so I thought I would " big up" their endeavours somewhat this afternoon

 I hope that all of the volunteers get some positive feedback from their fellow Trelawnyd-ites
It's amazing just how much some thoughtfully planted out flower beds can lift the centre of the village.

dyspraxia at home

I was a clumsy child.
chris always says that I was certainly dyspraxic
but that was before anyone knew just what dyspraxia actually was
To all, I was simply a clumsy child
" cack handed" as my mother used to say

unfortunately I am also a very clumsy adult.
I fall over things very easily. I spill drinks constantly and as my t shirts will testify to,  not all of my food reaches my mouth at every dinner time.
It's not my fault.
I am not at all lax
I am not stupid
I am just naturally and at times embarrassingly clumsy.

This morning was a case in point.
7.02 am
Tesco self service till
I fell out of one of my crocs, slipped onto the floor
and dropped a large plastic bottle of diet coke,a small carton of  hummus, a hard white cabbage, and bag of pigs' ears.
I then rolled over the coke bottle like a big fat tortoise. Splitting it quite magnificently

I am reminded  of a favourite teenage cartoon

Salem

When I was a boy, I remember seeing this painting ( well the  print of it) hanging in an old farmhouse 

in Llanasa. The painting is called " Salem" by S. Curnow Vosper and  depicts a Sunday morning at a small Baptist chapel in Cefncymerau, Llanbedr, near Harlech in 1908. The old woman in the centre is  Sian Owen of Ty'n y Fawnog and it is said that she and all of the other characters depicted  were paid 6d to sit for the painter.
I love all of the " hidden" meanings tucked away in the detail.
The colourful shawl ( a nod to vanity perhaps?) the fact that Sian is a few minutes late for service , the little  gremlin like face at the widow , the face of the devil often seen in the folds of the shawl......I wonder just what the artist was trying to say?
The original painting has been loaned out to a Bangor museum from the Lady Lever art gallery at Port Sunlight and Sunlight soap made the image famous by giving away prints of the painting free with their products .
Perhaps it was one of these freebies that I remember seeing in the old farmhouse in Llanasa in the early 70s.

Thoughts on a Saturday ( Chris' title)

 Saturday is a time for pottering. It is generally Chris' only " down time" as he generally works one day at the weekend catching up on his written work. Today he has been gardening. Cottage gardens can become untidy and overfill very quickly, and in order to keep the cut flowers coming ( note my attempt at a Homes& Gardens still life above), he has a great deal of " thinning out" to do

As you can see.....he seems to be enjoying himself

The run up to both the flower show and our open day has started

I will be holding out my begging bowl to all of my blog readers to see if anyone would again like to contribute to both.....

The flower show schedule can be viewed at

http://trelawnydflowershow.blogspot.co.uk/

( I know all you arty types may love to try your hand against the best Wales can do)

And

I am taking in any crafty home made bits to sell on a stall on our open day

( all proceeds to St Michael's Church and  Marie Curie Cancer Care)

William and Meg watching E
gardening

Btw. The winner of the " caption competition can be viewed below

I am off to watch a video of a French bulldog worried at its own farts

And The Winner Is........

And the winner of the Scotch Egg

Photograph Caption Competition

Is

.............

Kath from http://railwaycottage.blogspot.co.uk/

With her 11.04 am entry of

Kath11:04 am

Despite the expensive stick-on eyebrows, Bert was still not sure that he could pass as a woman.

Well done that woman  and well done to all that entered........I will have to forgo my original prize of a pair of designer scotch eggs as I am sure Kath is in fact a veggie......but a small and tasteful alternative will be winging its way over to Glastonbury

( Kelley and Libby were close runners up)