Stuff

We have a great deal of stuff.
Too much for one small cottage to cope with.
Every corner seems to have a much loved nick- nack shoved into it.
Something to cherish
Something to dust.

If there was a fire....what would I save?
The burleigh potty? Mrs Roberts' grandfather clock? One of our watercolours?

A Carltonware lobster fruit bowl? Family photos?

Who knows?

Stuff is just stuff

When we are dead and gone..

The flotsam and jetsam of our life together

will be shelf clutter in a charity shop or antique centre

You never " own" stuff

You only look after it for a while..........................

Amusing Self

I wrote this blog almost a year ago
http://disasterfilm.blogspot.co.uk/2012/07/mrs-spriggs-and-buggy.html

and I re read it by chance last night. 

I seldom go in for self praise but I must say, it amused me greatly

Mrs Spriggs, I was told recently, passed away a few months ago

Hazy Day

In bad weather Trelawnyd has a tendency to look deserted and dismal 

In good weather, it just looks sleepy

Today it looks comatose

 Valerian is a weed but at this time of year it borders our lane quite wonderfully

As does the honeysuckle over our front door

Ablutions

Our hot water is heated by our log burner fire. After a full day cutting grass and making informal piles of hay ...I just couldn't be arsed lighting it last night.......Big mistake.
I was in desperate need of a bath.
People today forget that daily baths and showers are a luxury.
When I was a kid I only ever had a bath:-
1. Once a week on a Sunday Night..the night before school
2. After I had a fever
Adults, I suspect only had a bath:-
1. On a Friday or Saturday night before " going out"
2. Before visiting the doctors
3. Before sex
At all other times, you had to make do with a comprehensive " strip wash" at the sink.
Soap, hot water,a bar of imperial leather and a great deal of " brusque" rubbing with a flannel was the order of the day.
I am however, of a generation that enjoyed the transition between " the immersion heater" bath ( and my father bellowing " TURN THE BLOODY THING OFF! I AM NOT MADE OF MONEY," ) and the installation of the avocado shower cubicle...........suddenly bathing became a joyful daily  habit, rather than an expensive weekly event.
Having that strip wash at the sink last night, reminded me of all of those memories and just for a moment, i found myself being exceedingly grateful for being alive in an era where hot water is take very much for granted............mind you...... I never mentioned to Chris when I eventually came to bed  that I left my grotty, potato dirty feet out of my ablutions
I didn't quite have the dexterity to cock my feet up into the sink!

Two Legs In One Hole

I didn't sleep well last night. A huge badger spent an age mooching around the animal feed bins during the wee small hours and as our bedroom window was open on one of the hottest evenings of the year, we could hear every bang,clatter and grunt as he manfully tried to remove the metal bin lids from their containers.
Finally I couldn't bear it any longer, so I grabbed a pair of shorts and t shirt and staggered off down stairs to see the intruder off.
I got dressed in the kitchen and hurried out onto the lane where I realised that I had somehow jammed  two legs in just one leg of my shorts.
Now, this has never happened to me before.
but I learnt very quickly that it is incredibly difficult ( but not impossible) to walk quickly and effectively in a straight line when you can't " spread your legs properly" so to speak.
It was 1 am in the morning, so I couldn't  be arsed re dressing myself properly, so I minced down the lane in a series of " baby-doll" steps to chase away a fat arsed badger with a taste for poultry corn.
Then minced all the way back to bed.
Thank goodness no one was around.
I looked like the worst drag queen on God's Earth

Never Work With Turkeys and children

 Right on time the Judge of the open day's " Best Name For The Turkey" competition arrived to pose for his publicity shots. Larger-than-life local wag Peter and his better half Val had a slightly exasperating time of it during the photos shoot as the turkey ( the artist formally known as Bingley)  proved himself to be somewhat of a Mariah Carey diva and stropped around in front of the camera like a big girls' blouse.
Mrs Trellis will be running the competition on the day

To Bed

Just off to bed and I received this photo from our dog groomer

Mildred ( Millie) needs a home!

!!!!!!!!!!bloody. Hell!..... 

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