Gladys Strikes Again

The 95 year old Trelawnyd baking fairy has done her work yet again and has left us a large bag of warm scones and a small plate of mince pies in a bag tied to the front door. It was perfect timing seeing that we were having our usual festive argument  about how and where to put the Christmas tree.
We bought a cheap £20 one from B&Q today after sizing some sweet little trees outside a shop in Prestatyn high Street.   I Asked the chap how much his trees were going for?
" 39 quid!" He called out
I looked at Chris
All he said was
" ho........ho.........ho!" Before walking off

Panto

Now I have always been a bit sniffy about panto........I never went to it as a child and apart from chuckling at the principle boy slapping her thigh in Dick Whittington whilst stage whispering a lusty
" Twelve o'clock and no sign of Dick"  at the audience......I have always thought of the medium as more low brow than the poorest of soaps.
( for my readers that are not well versed in this particular brand of theatre ....please have a look at wikipedia's http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pantomime)
Tonight Chris and my sisters, hubbies and sister in law went to Llandudno for a meal and to see Sleeping Beauty......
Some of it was poorly acted
Some of the jokes were bleeding dire
And some of the dancing had old hoofer Chris tutting in his seat.
But do you know what?
After an hour watching a faded tv star hamming things up in a big frock and a  Polish accent, I realized that despite my snobbishness
I was actually enjoying the production...
( I particularly liked the evil queen shouting at the audience with a rasping" I've been hissed in the morning, hissed in the afternoon and hissed in the evening"
Fancy that!

An Apology

The arrival of winter heralds the donning of the long johns at Bwthyn-y-llan. I have never really been a fan of the old budgie smuggler preferring something with a bit" more body" if you get my drift, but come the cold mornings...on go the thermals .......with a sigh of pleasure......and they will stay glued to me like a second skin until spring.
I learnt a new word this morning, as I climbed groaning out of bed. I was giving my arse a healthy scratch when Chris opened a bleary eye, took a look at my grey long johns and said
" you are certainly not known for your sartorial elegance"
I had to ask what sartorial meant
I guess if you have to ask you just haven't " got it"
Anyhow, whilst we are on the subject of " pants" I have to pen a public apology to the doctor's wife Pippa Barnsley to whom I flashed a pair of buttocks at the other day when I was squeezing into a second most favorite pair of long johns in front of the cottage window and she was out on the lane walking her hounds.
Old cottages have low windows

The Walking Dead ...mid season finale (spoilers again)

Don't mess with the kiddies

Well The Walking Dead has finished for a few months....this is a new and perplexing phenomenon for

after the eighth of sixteen episodes..suddenly it's time to leave the audience with a bleeding awful cliff hanger then break for 12 weeks

It's bollocks!

....Going Gently is now an official zombie free zone

Tonight on fox we saw that

The prison survivors have all been separated and have fled into the countryside

Old Hershel has been beheaded

Fledgling psychopath, ten year old Lizzie ,blasted lipstick lesbian Alicia into next week without as much as a second look

And fat baby Judith could have become a quick snack for any passing eagle eyed walker

Oh Happy days

Please wash your hair Daryl

Pissing Weather!

Winnie trying to get into the festive mood

This weather lark has been somewhat irritating. The train service to and from the North Wales coast has been cancelled due to the flooding and my trip to Manchester today to visit old friend Nige has therefore been postponed .
Now, we had not planned a giddy-kipperish trip round the gay bars of canal street ( a sedate trip to the corner house cinema and a civilized bottle of white was the planned excitement of the evening) but I am disappointed not to have escaped the blustery brown wet of Wales.....for the blustery grey wet of inner  city centre Manchester.
The weather continues to reek havoc.....Chris' family beach hut has just been washed away from Broadstairs' beach.....

floods

This was the scene  of the floods in Rhyl today

( Rhyl is 5 miles  west of Trelawnyd)

It is a notoriously poor town 

I went into Rhyl tonight for my Samaritan shift

A local told me that over 400 people had to be evacuated

And that hundreds of bungalows in the town had been flooded

" over 35 £  of damage was caused" he added with a wry smile

Farting In The Wind

The weather is as rough as a bear's arse

As you can see

I have more than enough to do indoors

Just about to be all pretentious with some mincemeat and filo pastry

And I have a 24 page questionnaire from the community council to complete 

Question 18 made me smile

The "other" box is just not big enough

Our " C" Word Decorations

Waddu think?

Classy  & Festive enough?
The cottage has taken on a multicolored glow this evening
And as I pin up more lights,
George and William have sneaked off to bed upstairs
Winifred has stalked off to her crate
and Meg and Albert  are curled up in front of the fire
A snow globe bought from Saks on fifth avenue
Is lost on them
......animals!
They have no class