Y Front Heaven

I have only posted this somewhat" odd" photo as it has amused me more than anything else has done this week. I had been shelling peas ( which can be a dreadfully monotonous pastime if you have a load to do) when I heard the unmistakable sound of a snorting bulldog at play.
I went to investigate, only to find Winifred flinging around a pair of Chris' white y fronts she had nabbed from their drying position on the gate ( yes I know..I'm a classy homemaking  bitch)
One corner of the leg had caught on her right canine tooth and she was having great fun swinging the underwear around her head.
And I thought that last post was so bloody poetic

A Room With A View

Living in a predominantly rural area has its down sides

I wanted to buy a relative some flowers yesterday and had to make a six mile round trip to do so. A round trip to the nearest quality theatre is just a tad over thirty miles and can you buy a quality birthday card anywhere nearby? Can you bloody well cocoa?

But this morning I know just why living here is worth the lack of amenities ...

As I was making the bed, I noticed William sat comfortably in the cottage window with his eyes closed in the warmth of the morning sun. Beyond is the field and then the far hills out towards Bodfari and Denbigh and the view, which we sometimes take for granted, is better than anything Hollywood could dream up and I stopped for a while , pillow in hand, to admire the countryside that we see every day of our lives.

It's a reminder of just why we picked the cottage in the first place. Not for it's size, not for it's dodgy plumbing....but for its scenery

It is the Green eyed monster

I have never actually sat through Othello .......I have never read it, or studied it at school either....and so I thought I had better tick the box so to speak and see the bloody play before I enter my dotage.
The National Theatre's production was set in a modern day army camp and starred Adrian Lester as the troubled moor and the darling Rory Kinnear as The badass Iago.........
The acting by the leads was at times electric, but I must admit the whole thing was just a tad too long for me.........
When Othello finally totally flips and corners Desdemona on her Ikea bed.....I found myself thinking
" Come on!!!!!!!! come on!!!! get on with it............smother the bitch"
Message to self
Stick to zombies

13

On the mantelpiece , there is a vase of flowers. They are an anniversary gift from Chris. We have now been together for thirteen years.
Thirteen years.
It has just shot by
Chris, like many blogger spouses, is a somewhat shadowy figure in Going Gently. Readers hear about him in passing so to speak, but specifics and details are not generally forthcoming......he remains comfortably " in the wings" out of all this Internet " lark" and it is a fact he is grateful for.

Thirteen years!
He's a lucky sod!

Two I Forgot

Photo Bomb....

 I love photo bombing ....these are a few of my favourites......you will have to look long and hard at the final photo to work that one out!

Bake Off

Howard, crying when Ali was kicked out

Well by the end of The Great British Bake Off . I knew the contestant that would be kicked out would be one of the last two men in the show. Would it be Sheffield nice guy Howard ?( who sports a natty collection of designer shirts and has a sense of humour as dry as a nun's chuff) or would it be smiley nice guy Glenn? ( the sweet old queen teacher who obviously eats all of his own baking)
It was a shame as both guys are pure gold .
Hollywood take note..... If a movie audience takes to a film cast as easily and as well as the tv audience has with the bake off contestants then you would have a sure fire movie hit on your hands.

As the women jostled each other for the top places,allegiances have changed somewhat. Grandmother  Christine, the wisecracking Welsh gal Becca and the mousy but now much more likeable Francis have all gone up a gear,  and are snapping at sulky Ruby ( oh for fuck's sake STOP all that self depreciating shit at the judges' table Ruby) and smug Kimberley' s heels.
In the end Glenn cried over his disastrous buns, so we just knew poor Howard was out, which was a huge shame, as the Yorkshireman should indeed have his own tv show.
I love this programme
You wouldn't guess would you?

Glen flipping his panettone 

With all of this cake thing ,going on

I am doing kind of ok at weightwatchers

Been going two weeks

Lost half a stone

(7 lbs)

Probation

Two weeks probation are nearly up

I think she's staying