How Does THAT Make You Feel?

I have just spent a day training as a Samaritan volunteer
And I am all "active listened" out.
I have been non judgemental, balanced and incredibly objective
I have used open questions,
Utilised appropriate pauses and
Shown people respect, patience and time...

And on the way home I was cut up by a red Toyota driven by a ten year old youth at Rhuddlan Roundabout and yelled a lusty bellow of  "WANKER!" Out of the Berlingo window as he weaved into the distance
Hey ho

Visiting

This afternoon, I went to visit a friend.
They are ill and the illness can no longer be treated.
I suspect that deep down I had been putting the visit off
It was a sad visit, but not a tragic one.
My friend talked candidly , in a matter-of-fact way about things,  a bottle of morphine sitting on the table in between us.
I felt slightly odd but privileged to be there.
Chatting and listening in the cool darkness of a small kitchen.

Operation Open Day

It looks like a bog standard black file to many, but to me it is my open day " bible". The open allotment day organisation plan started yesterday. Like any event that " looks" good fun. it can be a logistical nightmare to sort out. Favours have to be asked, help has to be sought and boxes need to be ticked and all on the back of the Flower Show, which is only a month away itself.
Already items for the produce and craft stall have arrived to be boxed up ready for the day and this morning I have an appointment with Mrs Trellis, from the village who has kindly offered me her services for the day

donated craft work and produce

 I could not persuade the vicar to pose with Bingley for a publicity shot for "name the turkey competition" so local affable character Peter has jumped into the fray to judge the entries (avid readers may remember him for having the infamous astroturf in his award winning garden a year or so ago)

I think the local papers may jump at the chance to have a "man and turkey" photo shot....a first for The Prestatyn Journal and The Flintshire Chronicle me thinks.

Peter on his notorious astroturf

So locals beware. I shall be buttonholing you very soon.....be prepared to be asked for one of the following before the 1st of September

a home made cake

(failing that a shop bought one!)

a raffle prize

any produce or craft item

Larson Genius

The Game

A few months ago , I wrote a blog about a " bathtime"game Albert the cat played with the dogs. This morning the game was repeated yet again, proving in my mind, that animals do possess a sense of humour of sorts.
I took Chris to the station at 6.30  this morning and as it was too early to let the animals out ( foxes still awake) I got myself a coffee, clicked onto the BBC News website on the old IPad and plonked myself on the loo for a nice......read!
It is then that the game invariably starts.
Albert singled out one of the dogs in the living room and playfully arse slaps them before galloping for the stairs. Terriers have no off button when this sort of shocking abuse occurs , so within seconds cat and dogs are hurtling around the cottage like loons. Albert feet ahead of a pack of drooling,goggled eyed stupid faced dogs.
After a few minutes of up stairs and down stairs hysteria, Albert invariably will then shoot into the bathroom ,bounce silently into the bath, where he lies down for a breather as the dogs scream around the cottage, totally unaware of what happened to him.
It is a joke Albert always seems to enjoy.
This morning, however, he was not as quick and as clever as he usually is and after months of being made fools of, the dogs finally found his secret hiding place with a deafening chorus of yelps
It may be of mild interest to some, that I was reading all about the Egyptian Military coup when all this was going on..........

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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