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Well.....I understand that it's not quite on a par with selling your millionth book on Amazon but Going Gently has received it's first six figure page view. 

I am vain enough to " enjoy" the fact even though that many of my " hits" are automated and not generated by bulldog loving housewives in the American mid west or nostalgic ex teachers in scenic South yorkshire

In my mind a million hits are a million hits! 

Cue ticker tape and vuvuzelas!!!!!

Going Gently is nothing more that a little look at an ordinary life in a village that has seen better days. Ok, it has the draw of a set of characters that please..( pole dancing bulldogs, handicapped rabbits and  a ninety five year old, scone obsessed old lady) but essentially it remains a diary about an odd family of sorts....a diary which has now become an essential part of my daily routine to write.

Sometimes I wish I could write a blog with the precision and talent shown by a certain " ranting" old Somerset resident. Other times I wish I was as witty as a boozy ex pat hidden away in the African bush or as mad as " mad as a box of frogs" Ursula who lives God knows where......

But I'll settle for a daily and mundane chronicle of mucky wellies,bowel habits and chicken's prolapses

Thank you all for reading.

Winifred........Going Gently

Burn those Lips

I heard this on the radio this morning

A real blast from 1979

Not one of their most popular hits

But as a gauche 17 year old 

I loved it

Enjoy

Life As An Undercock

In school there was always a few poor souls that were always on the receiving end of systematic and merciless bullying. They were usually the weaker pupils, the lonely, and the different.
The animal world is no different. You just need to add to the mix a need to remove any potential genetic rival , a need which is exceptionally strong with the male members of a community.

Meet Harry.
Harry is a teenage cockerel who is not only a sad " ginger" but has proved himself to be an out and out " big girl's blouse " of a cockerel.
If he was human
He would mincing, screaming, silly young Queen.
On a regular basis , one of the ordinary hens will take a sharp beak to him, and amid a flurry of red feathers, Harry will scream hysterically like a girl and run shrieking in dramatic circles with his wings  held high above his head.
Think Jack out of Will & Grace 

Now a camp, cockerel is bleeding useless when the protection of a flock is concerned and
all the hens seem to sense this. They have no use for Julian Clarey in a chicken suit
All they want is beefcake
.....it's a case of choosing Russell Crowe over Russell Brand

Poor Harry.......he's neither fish nor fowl

Sunday Kip

Time To Dress Up

As you all know I don't " do" religion . I clean the church...yes.......I help out with  church activities yes and I think that the Church has an important and valid part to play in community life....but I don't go to services, I don't worship and I don't pray....even when the far and distant memories of Prestatyn High School's morning service gets pricked at funerals and weddings with renditions of the Lord's  prayer.

It's something I feel strongly about.

Anyhow,

The Bishop visited Dyserth Church today and Trelawnyd's congregation swelled the ranks in support of our small Church here in Trelawnyd. 

Chris helped out in his role of  church warden and donned his best tunicle for the event and I must admit that the " official photo" of the lineup does look rather impressive and almost Christmasy!

Though a little bit of tinsel and a couple of baubles wouldn't go amiss

I heard that organist Gaynor gave the organ some welly and that Dyserth Church was full for the event ......I have a sense that people are quite drawn to the local Bishop, who seems a wonderfully  jolly character............in a rather old fashioned and pleasing way

No it's not the finale of the stage show Sister Act

The Bishop of St Asaph ( centre)

chris ( second  left)

Food Whore

A deserted Chester

I am bleeding knackered

Totally cream crackered

No, I have not been working at the hospital

No I have not been digging over bosoms either

What have I been doing?

Well I'll tell you

I have been Christmas Shopping all day with Chris in Chester

In the run up to Christmas the whole  population of  North Wales heads to this picturesque 

 English City to slog round it's shops and cafés 

Chris adores this retail day tradition

I hate shopping

But I did enjoy the lovely meal he treated me to in Carluccio's 

I am such a food whore

Judy..Judy...Judy

My friend, Pat ( the animal helper)  from just around the corner, has just been on a very glam cruise around the Med

It was on one of those gigantic passenger liners

With Poseidon Adventure dinner jackets and everything

I had an entertaining look at her holiday snaps this afternoon

And she told me that her sister had been somewhat perplexed by the 

Signs that advertised  daily afternoon meetings of the " friends of Dorothy" in the coconut lounge!

It tickled me that both ladies had no clue what it all meant
( apparently it is a bit of a tradition for gay passengers to get together some afternoons)

I think I may start a " friends of Dorothy " club at the village hall

Old Dorothy Jones from the bungalow along London Road will be chuffed!

Thawing chris

I worked at Samaritans until  midnight and got home to find the cottage in total silence.
The kitchen was strangely devoid of bulldog snores, so I checked on Winifred's crate only to find it strangely empty! ( I have trained the big girl to sleep in her own crate since she arrived)
The living room was also dogless so I tiptoed upstairs and looked in our bedroom.
There was Chris all  fast asleep and peaceful and next to him was George, Meg, William AND Albert all comatose in little furry bundles......and who did I spy with her head on MY pillow? . Legs waving uselessly in the air? Yes it was a bleary eyed and grinning Winifred......
Her expression said it all
I was invited.....it " said"

Me thinks that Chris' bulldog antipathy has finally come to an end