£ 100 A Year

As a registered nurse, I have to pay an annual fee to our regulating body in order to practice. That fee has recently been upped to £ 100 which is a lot of money when you work part time.....and I must admit that I begrudge paying every single penny of it.
Yesterday I saved the health service a fair amount of money. An elderly villager called me over to have a look at her husband, who was feeling unwell after a fall. The " out of hours" care is complicated for some elderly to utilise easily , so I never mind such requests, and as it turned out It was fortunate that I did go round as the husband needed immediate hospital care, care that might have been too late if he had waited for the GP surgery to open 24 hours later.
I was more than happy to be able to help....I'm not rehashing the story to obtain a list of " what a lovely person I am" kind of comments...that's what neighbours do for each other.....they help each other....

I am just slightly hacked off that I do a job which is generally seen as being a positive to a society
And I have to pay a soddin £ 100 quid a year to do so.

I am Spoiling That Dog

The two sets of nipples did put me off ever so slightly

The Martyr Of Flintshire

I am not quite in the mood for the baby bird syndrome today
.....now for those that don't know.."baby bird syndrome" is where your charges ( in my case animals and not children) spend most of their day with their mouths open, demanding attention.
I think I have the start of the urinary tract infection (which is unfortunately ....like Paul Edgecombe from The green Mile  a recurrent problem of mine) and a busy shift last night with not enough cups of tea had left me somewhat dehydrated this morning which didn't help.
And what have I done to help myself..I hear you sing out?
Well, I have felt sorry for myself......stormed around the house, cooked a full Sunday lunch, given the dogs a long walk,banged around the crockery which needed washing up and flung corn at hungry hens with a pinched expression worthy of Joan of Arc.

I have effectively turned into my mother.

Now My mother made martyrdom into a true work of art.
She could slam a door, flounce onto the couch with all of the agility of Scarlett O' Hara and still look like a bulldog chewing a wasp when she was running around with a late bout of hoovering, or tidying up. She was a true drama queen when self sacrifice was involved

Oh the joys of " feeling hard done to"
Mel Giedroyc from The Great British Bake off had the right idea.....
When she wanted to bitch slap the pouting Ruby with the comment " Get  ruddy Grip"

hey Ho

On videos, I always think as though I am suffering from a head cold.....it's all too nasal. Perhaps I should have cleared my tubes out with a good blow before I started..... Hey ho...I guess it puts paid to a late career in broadcasting.
Anyhow, here is the much requested view of the Church Cross ( well ok two of you asked for it)... I tried to inject a bit of va va voom into the presentation but failed miserably.......I feel a bit jaded today.... Watched the The Walking Dead TWICE ( back to back) last night... And got myself all over excited......hey ho again!
Right, I am now off to febreze the kitchen.
Winifred has bloody awful flatulence and  for some unexpected and gut churning reason William has just backed into the washing machine with a shitty arsehole.........
Hey, HEY ho!

Autumn Views

As I was picking dandelion leaves for Mary

I thought I would film another enthralling video

Of Trelawnyd on an Autumn afternoon

What fun

Zombie Friday

Grrrrrrrrr......series 4 in ten hours time

Daryl needs a bloody hair wash

...and finally

For over a year I have been trying to tame the Soay Ewes
And for a year the have kept their distance from me, acting more like wild beasts than domesticated sheep.
Today after work they seem to have experienced some sort of epiphany for when I was feeding the chickens with some corn, I offered the sheep a taste and they walked over and BLOODY WELL TOOK ONE!
It's only taken a year of trying....
Whoooooohooooooo!

A Kiss Goodnight

A late post....I am just about to go to bed and have been sitting enjoying the glow of the fire before " going up"
Because Chris is away Winifred has had a late pass and has been left in front of the log stove rather than be shown her crated bed in the kitchen. Just now she realised that she was late and slowly got up to amble off for the night.....
Before she went however....she staggered over to my chair and I swear she leant up and gave me the sweetest of goodnight kisses
The gesture almost made me weep, just a little
She is home
And she knows it........