I had another email today
She still needs a good home
I have agreed to a meet
A Hand Shake
I wanted to write a funny post today
But sometimes the Gods of blogging conspire against a person.....
It's not as though anything funny has happened over the last 24 hours ( I have a knack of wringing out a funny situation from the most bizarre of situations) it's just that certain things tend to stick in your mind more that others.
Yesterday, I was happy to help out at Sylvia's funeral " tea". I collected plates, served the older people at their tables, poured out tea and coffee and slipped the more distraught guests with extra large helpings of sherry that had been left over from the meet and greet table.
I , like the other helpers were glad to be there. There is something totally therapeutic in mindless activity, especially if everyone is feeling just a little " out of sorts" so to speak.
After the bun fight was almost over, and as I was folding some of the tables away, Sylvia's grandson, a rather serious boy of around ten or eleven, interrupted me and held out his hand.
Quite formally he thanked me for helping with his " grandmother's funeral" and shook my hand with all of the seriousness of an old man.
His genuine and spontaneous act brought a lump to my throat
I am still thinking about it this morning
But sometimes the Gods of blogging conspire against a person.....
It's not as though anything funny has happened over the last 24 hours ( I have a knack of wringing out a funny situation from the most bizarre of situations) it's just that certain things tend to stick in your mind more that others.
Yesterday, I was happy to help out at Sylvia's funeral " tea". I collected plates, served the older people at their tables, poured out tea and coffee and slipped the more distraught guests with extra large helpings of sherry that had been left over from the meet and greet table.
I , like the other helpers were glad to be there. There is something totally therapeutic in mindless activity, especially if everyone is feeling just a little " out of sorts" so to speak.
After the bun fight was almost over, and as I was folding some of the tables away, Sylvia's grandson, a rather serious boy of around ten or eleven, interrupted me and held out his hand.
Quite formally he thanked me for helping with his " grandmother's funeral" and shook my hand with all of the seriousness of an old man.
His genuine and spontaneous act brought a lump to my throat
I am still thinking about it this morning
Arglwydd Dyma Fi
Funerals can sometimes be fondly remembered because of attention to detail
Sylvia's family personalised her service with some lovely details
A humorous eulogy
The moving welsh Hymn " Arglwydd dyma fi"
Which means " lord ! Here I am"
The Memorial hall tables decked out with crisp white tablecloths each one complete with a vase of
Sweet summer flowers.
A proper Welsh tea table heavy with bara brith and lashings of tea
And the melancholic sense of an end of an era
Funeral Morning
Only one of the 33 refugees didn't make it through the night.
She had hidden herself away in the undergrowth
And a pile of feathers laid testament to the fact that one of the field badgers had found her
The other hens, spread through the untidy collection of coops that make up theUkrainian village,
are awake and foraging with the field hens
Peace has returned.
The gravedigger arrived early this morning.As we speak, he is working away opening one of the graves in the new cemetery
It is Sylvia's funeral today at 11
I am helping out with other Flower Show Committee members and helpers at the memorial Hall
after the service
We are " doing the teas"
It seems right that we are helping out
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| The Flower Show Committee 2012 ( Sylvia 2nd from left) |
Count Arthur Strong
Twelve of the refugees just would not go into their allotted houses tonight
It was almost dark before I could corner some of them
( hens cannot see well in bad light)
And my frustrations were high as the rain started to fall
I had just about enough by 9 pm
And bellowed out a lusty
" for fucks sake you are all getting on my tits
GO IN!"
My neighbour who was putting out the bins
Chuckled to himself
" language Timothy!" He trilled out
Ps
I watched the new sit com Count Arthur Strong tonight and laughed like a drain
I love it
And have a strange crush on the classical actor Rory Kinnear
Who plays straight man Michael
The expression and the turban had me in fits
The expression and the turban had me in fits
It's Official....I Am No Longer Popular
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| The Ukrainian Village this morning |
Anyway.....changing the subject
It's official
I am no longer popular
I listened to classic fm yesterday, and for some reason the presenter outlined that " John" as a name has now been kicked into touch outside the 100 of most popular of boy's names.
( According to mumsnet.com that is)!
I am therefore now, officially a dinosaur
John like Susan, Angela, Nigel and Janet is a relic of the 1960s
This surprises me
as I always thought that John was a timeless title......after all John Cusack is a very sexy man and
He's bleeding 47 for Christsake
When I am a pensioner, I suspect " John" will have gone the way of Albert, Fred and. Ethel ....names that the young bottom wiping health care givers think of as " cute" and on reflection , that really doesn't bother me....after all... It could be worse
A great deal worse.......
I could have been called Jayden
Now, Now Girls!
There will be a brawl like one of those great Western Movie Saloon fights tomorrow.
You will hear the aggressive clucking from space....hens can act like groups of bitchy drag queens when they meet up for the first time.
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