To Do List

Seeing Othello the other night, meant that another one of those things on my " to do" list had been ticked off. " To do" lists are the everyday version of the more glamorous and definitely more emotive " bucket lists" .....you know...the ones where someone hurls themselves out of an airplane with a fixed smiling expression plastered all over their grey faces or get their snorkel blocked off by a dolphins nether regions in a therapeutic " swimming experience"
" To do" lists are a little more pragmatic
And for the most part, I am sure, a little cheaper.

Here are a few of mine for the next twelve months

-Find a ram to impregnate Sylvia and Irene this autumn ( he needs to be a small fellow)
Lamb chops in the freezer by spring

-Start a conversational Spanish course during the cold winter months so that I can at least attempt to conquer my embarrassingly British condition of being silently paralysed in social situations whilst on holiday

- reach my target weight ( or near enough) before Christmas so that I can bend over in public without  letting out a pressure fart that sounds like the Queen Mary's Hooter going off.!

-wear a dinner jacket in public! ( we are going to New York again next year ...and so...in the big apple....I can revisit my Towering Inferno tuxedo fetish)

- learn how to .....milk a cow
                             And  Spin my own wool

- not to get too embroiled in The WALKING DEAD  series 4 ( yeah right!)

- win the BEST QUICHE class in the Trelawnyd Flower Show ( just the bleeding once!)

- get our grandfather clock working

- finish my Samaritan training.

The general public clamouring to see john' s quiche in the 2014 flower show

Don't do it.....

I haven't had a scotch egg in nearly two weeks!

I had to get petrol on the way home and spied a lonely one sat

all forlorn and pathetic in the fridge section 

of the spar garage

It waved shyly at me

I waved back

It whispered " buy me now"

I shook my head

" I can't "

I said.. But I knew I had £ 1.99 to buy it

It blew a kiss at me

And I am sure the receptionist  at the garage

Shouted over 

" remember you are at weightwatchers on Monday"

Just in time..

I bought a diet coke

More Trelawnyd Dogs

Video 2
Shows all the dogs nicely...until I stepped on a chicken .....I am working all day tomorrow....will blog tomorrow night

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