I have spent a rather dirty morning trying to rescue the pond from the damage done by the torrential downpours of the last few days.
It's a blustery, chilly day here in North Wales, and the skies remain grey and somewhat dour, so when I took the dogs around the village to deliver eggs, typically there was little human activity to be seen.
I did bump into one character on my travels though as I spied "Gay Gordon"cheerfully standing bravely at the bus stop as I ambled by.
Now " Gay Gordon" is the nickname I have given to an elderly chap who is one of the relatively new residents of the village. The Gay prefix has nothing to do with sexuality ( Gordon, I know is a bit of a ladies man) but it has everything to do with his flamboyant nature , for he is a chap with an ENORMOUSLY cheerful personality....picture a balding Brian Blessed with grey hair and a stick...and you will get where I am coming from.
Meeting him is a bit like having a debate on the acting merits of Maggie Smith with Kenneth Williams, Miriam Margolyes, and Graham Norton over a bottle of pink gin.
It's always a rambunctious event.
" Hello DOGS!" He bellowed as we approached and as he bent down to cuddle the dogs who strangely are quite attracted to this old chap who shouts a lot , they crowd round him like wasps around a sticky bun.
They seem to understand his friendly intentions
I want to be like Gordon if I ever reach a ripe old age. He a happy male equivalent of Jenny Joseph's
old lady who wears purple ......larger than life, brighter than the proverbial button....and someone who makes a grey autumn day seem just that little bit sunnier.
......and, dare I say.....a little more .theatrical!