An Evening With Mrs Trellis

Sometimes I do think that I live in a 1950- esque bubble

Last night was a case in point

Mrs Trellis ( of  " North Wales" fame)

Invited us and the vicar to dinner.

Best china

A nice home cooked meal

Sherry to start

And when we left, each of us was given a small gift wrapped in pink tissue paper

A tea towel and a small chocolate bar

The thought could not have been sweeter

The Joys of Motherhood

Before daybreak, I have been doing what all weary " parents" have done since the dawn of time, and that is amble around the house after a sick " child" with a bucket of disinfectant and a sponge in hand.
A wandering dog with diarrhoea can be a somewhat trying experience , especially when he has positioned his botty exactly over a large crack in the ancient varnished floorboards in the bedroom before " letting rip".
I don't know about you, but trying to wheedle a line of shit out of a 4 millimetre crack with a sliver of tissue in  the middle of the night is not a bag of laughs, I can tell you

Having said this
At least Scottish Terriers don't bawl when they are poorly

Classy Bitch

It has been just one of those wet and miserable days today....the sort that mean that you get a soaking every time you venture out of he door. Finally, I had to sit in a hot bath, just to make myself feel a little more human and was just enjoying the peace and quiet of the living room post soak, when I thought I would capture this idyllic moment for posterity
The bulldog belch at the end just about kills the mood

Sigh

For a minute or so I was convinced I had contracted " something serious"

I was peeing blood at

a wee stop just after antiques road trip

Then I remembered

I ate two large portions of pickled beetroot for lunch

Two new Beaks

Although I have done my stint on the community council, I have agreed to continue helping to develop the council's official website.
Today I took the opportunity to take some " local photographs" for it, although I have not got a brilliant eye for an arty shot and had just got back home when another small addition to the Ukrainian village turned up on the back of a farm trailer.
Chicken coop number 14, complete with two ancient and half blind hens were in need of a new home. The family's new puppy had made it his mission to eat the poultry's droppings at every given moment and had made himself poorly., and so the pensioners had to be rehomed
With me
Heyho

Bingley giving the pensioners the once over

Not an interesting fart based blog entry
Apologies......

Windypops

A black dot, George lagging behind old farter

No rain but sunshine today...the first in an absolute age. I made a huge pan of sprout soup for my lunch ( don't try it at home folks) then spent the day making the most of the fine weather and cleaned out coops for my sins.
Before dusk, I took the dogs for a walk on the old railway line between Dyserth and Prestatyn
Where the sprouts reeked their revenge
I counted 21 farts in a one mile stretch
Is that a record?
I need to get a life

Hawking

Tonight we went to see the documentary Hawking 
The study of the life of Stephen Hawking was , for me, a bit of a hard slog.
And when chris and I left the cinema! I asked him why he thought I did not enjoy the film!a film which I described as being rather sterile
" He's an eccentric academic.... That's why you couldn't access it.....there's no flapping emotion for you to latch on to" he suggested

He knows me so well

A Dirty Muffin

Am I the only person that sees the funny side of very ordinary things?

I was sat in the vets early this morning with a very itchy William

( now there's a double entendre if ever I wrote one)
And I was Hoping that George Clooney was on duty

There were three customers

Me

and two middle aged women, both with cats in carriers

We introduced our pets in passing
William
Smegal
And a somewhat angry looking Persian called muffin
Muffin's owner called over to the receptionist and asked which vet was taking the clinic
" I have to tell you before I go in" she confessed " that he's been living in an outbuilding for a few months"
The woman looked over at me, and in way of explanation said in a very posh voice that her
" Muffin  was all wet, dirty and terribly unkempt "
I bit my cheek and looked down at the floor
as the receptionist started to cough