It's all go....

Christmas seems to have hit trelawnyd with a vengeance. There seems something for everyone....The Rotary Club mobile Christmas Tree!  Production of " The Bossy Elf" !, Christmas bingo! And  a carol service with mulled wine! Bloody hell, trelawnyd has gone  all CHRISTMAS CRAZY!
(I am reminded of  the Red Faced Welsh farmer here....who once bellowed " sing you buggers SING," to bobbled hatted locals when he took a mobile Christmas Tree around the farms with a piano on the trailer.)
Anyhow this morning is one of those fine mornings that everyone seemed to be out and about in the village. Farmer Basil with his dead eyed sheepdog sat with him in his truck waved a jaunty wave,
Ian the policeman, stopped for a chat about nothing and Sandra Cameron was out working away on her allotment. Auntie Glad's front door was wide open and I could see her beavering away inside polishing and dusting. I called out a " Hello" which she answered without really knowing it was me
" are you well this morning?" I shouted
A yellow duster flashed in the doorway
" my health is my wealth!" She sang out in her sing song voice!
A good thought for the day

Regression

I am always fascinated in the fact that some people can regress at times of illness and stress. As a nurse I have witnessed toddler tantrums from middle aged men under duress and thumb sucking frozen awareness by patients in pain.
It's a common phenomenon in human beings..and is, I suspect, a more common occurrence in men rather than women
When I am full of cold, I return to those " on the couch and under the duvet" times of childhood....watching tv quietly with a lucozade and sympathy and today, William, a six year old  welsh terrier has done exactly the same.
Yesterday, he caught one of his claws on the bed when he jumped down onto the floor and ripped it out. I sprayed the wound with some bright purple antiseptic spray, and although he only showed a minor limp, it was obvious he was uncomfortable and very sorry for himself.
This morning, William disappeared after his morning walk.

I found him fast asleep in bed. His body under the duvet and his head and sore paw gently laid out on my pillow

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