A Tart With An Itch

I have not been watching Strictly this year

But I did notice this clip 

I wonder why?

She's over him more than a tart with an itch

£ 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!