Chris is away working for the week
So I sent him this photo earlier to buck him up
His scruffy dog sons sharing a chair
I love William's left paw position
I love William's left paw position
Always Make Sure You Have Clean underwear On
Anyhow
The subject of today's post, Children is public nudity and not Zombie apocalypses
Well it's not about frontal nudity....... God forbid........... but it's about losing one's trousers when holding four dogs on leads and two large plastic bags of dog crap .down the beach kind of nudity.
I should be happy
It's all about losing over 16 lbs
And not investing in a belt.
Elasticated waists were so much easier.
And more practical
An Apology
I am such a tight arse when remembering birthdays are concerned, I just cannot quite believe I have done it.
No excuses mind you....just a big apology to the rels concerned.........belated gifts and cards will be posted tomorrow
Xxxxxx
Tradition!
But I still resemble Tevye just a little, waving my hands over my head in the village of Anatevka whilst shaking my belly and belting out a good Yiddish ditty.....and like him ...I am a sucker for tradition.
Families make their own traditions.....some are handed down from generation to generation...... Others develop of their own accord .
Traditions maintain continuity and promote stability.
and they can give you the feeling that you have just been visited by old friends
That is the positive aspect of tradition
.......comfort..........
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| Depressed pumpkin |
Now at this time of year two traditions are visited here in out small corner of North Wales. The first is a family dinner, which my sister terms warmly as a " harvest Supper". We are all meeting up tonight for that, each sibling responsible for a course at the dinner.
The other tradition is the making of the Halloween pumpkin which will sit on the kitchen window for a few weeks before the 31st, warding off evil spirits from the cottage boundary.
Now, I am not a lover of Halloween.....it's gone all too Jamie lee Curtis for my liking....but I do like preparing the pumpkin' s sad little face a good few days before the event.....
It sorts of bookends the finish of summer and welcomes the start of winter.
Now what traditions does everyone adhere and welcome?
Grass up my Bumper
I was stopped by he police late last night after I had left the Samaritans .
The policeman was brusque but polite and gave me a routine breathalyser test which of course turned out fine.
He asked me where I was going.
I told him home
He asked me where I had been
I told him a shift at the Samaritans
He looked around the battered Berlingo briefly and before he gave me the breathalyser tube as a " keepsake" he laughed
" do you know you have grass growing out of your rear bumper? "
The policeman was brusque but polite and gave me a routine breathalyser test which of course turned out fine.
He asked me where I was going.
I told him home
He asked me where I had been
I told him a shift at the Samaritans
He looked around the battered Berlingo briefly and before he gave me the breathalyser tube as a " keepsake" he laughed
" do you know you have grass growing out of your rear bumper? "
It sounded like a typical "carry on " double entendre
But I thought better
Of adding " oooo matron"
As I knew his observation was correct.
I am such a car slut
Stop For A Chat & Bake Off Blues
I often see others from the village, out on their daily walks , but our conversations are never as convoluted and detailed as the ones I used to enjoy with the RFWF and I can now catch up with the jobs of the day.
I now miss those 45 minute times.
Yesterday I noticed an old chap leaning on the gate of the field. I don't see him often, so I went over for a chat, giving him a couple of spare eggs for his pocket. He asked me about Mary's hutch and I told him of her story and he was intrigued by the sheep who kicked their feet sharply at Winifred who bounced around the field like a puppy with that awful lurid purple plastic bone in her mouth.
He was in no rush to move on.
Eventually I left him to fill the water and pellet feeders and when I returned a good while later he pointed at the Mary's hutch and asked " is that rabbit all right? It hasn't moved for over half an hour"
I had to laugh a little
The eyes can play tricks on you when you are 80.
He had been carefully watching a small cabbage.
Another of the nice characters was voted off The Great British Bake Off last night. Grandmother Christine ( the one with the calm voice and the winning smile) left the show amid a flurry of contestant tears. Ruby ( less pouting last night I thought) will I suspect win as the chirpy Welsh girl Becca and the mousy but talented Francis got a real mauling from the judges.
I am also becoming a little sorry for Kimberly, who is being manipulated by the producers into a kind of " baddie" role. Her confidence is not a virtue in British tv competitions.
The programme seems to have lost something since Howard and Glenn have left.......the men seemed to have given he whole thing some heart.
Going light
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| A light Sussex " going light" this morning |
You can give them antibiotics, you can tempt them with titbits such as scrambled egg, but the outcome is always the same, like sad little ghosts, they seem to disappear gently into the ether.
Usually I cull these poor birds but only do so when they go completely off their feet, before that,they are placed with the gentle blind cockerel Cogburn, safe from the bullying general flock, and they spend a few days in some semblance of peace and quiet.
Dying birds are often pecked to death when the smell of death is in the air
I have seen patients fade away in a similar way, it is as if a light has been switched off inside themselves, and like the " going light" hens, they are in desperate need of being somewhere safe. A place where they can just be still.
When I eventually " go light" I want it to be at home.
With my own pillow under my head.
And with a dog at my side.
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