I have just been scared shitless
Need a cup of sweet tea and the cottage lights full on
Will explain later today
Watch this space
Need a cup of sweet tea and the cottage lights full on
Will explain later today
Watch this space
" The Bastards"
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| The Bastards |
These two young and badly behaved lodgers arrived just after Christmas and will be guests on the field until sometime in February. They are the property of the owner of a local bed & breakfast, who is off to Malaysia for a month. I didn't know him from Adam when he turned up with the sob story of not having a goose sitter, but true to form, I accepted the challenge, even though the new bees are two of the most narky, bad tempered birds that I have ever had the misfortune to meet.
Ever since they arrived the resident flock of geese, the sheep and a few of the older, slower hens have been pecked,intimidated and bullied , so much so That I have had to employ a daily regime of behavior modification in order to assert my dominance over the pair, who think nothing of slipping an orange beak down the crack of your underpants in order to grab a pound of flesh when you are bending over a feed bucket!
So, every morning I will drag each bird out of their house. Take a firm hold of their neck and wings, then will take a walk around the field with the bird tightly tucked underneath my armpit.
It's an old trick that can tame an aggressive cockerel, for after a while, you can actually feel the bird " relax" a sign that it has accepted you are the boss.
It's labour intensive...but effective.
And so, every morning I look like a strange Scot playing a set of white bagpipes around the field, as " The Bastards" are hopefully transformed from evil devil birds to a pair of twittering canaries .
Having said this, I was goosed in the knackers rather violently only this morning, when I dropped my guard opening up the goose house......
Slowly slowly catchy monkey.
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| The gentle and well behaved resident flock Winnie, the graceful and rather beautiful Camilla , Russell and Jo |
Magnifica Presenza
Struggling gay actor Pietro-Elo Germano ( who has OCD and who may be seriously depressed ) rents a rundown apartment in a seedy part of Rome. His life is complicated by a pregnant best friend ( Margharita Buy) a bullied transvestite ( Daniele Luchetti) a dishy gay neighbour ( Alessandro Roja) oh and the ghosts of eight Turkish/ Italian actors who take over his apartment and who have no clue that they are in fact dead.
Simples!
A Magnificent Haunting ( at Theatre Clwyd this evening)is a meandering little film that doesn't really go anywhere. Characters pop up with very little resolution in their story lines, and at one point a mysterious drag queen " godfather" looms threateningly into the fray....then disappears without trace, but in the great scheme of things, that doesn't really matter as the whole thing is rather a sweet natured and charming ghost story/ study about loneliness
7/10
Enjoy
Dishy gay neighbours only exist in movie land
Happy ( a postscript to the previous post)
Now sometimes you see something which in genuinely uplifting
On the back of Pharrell William's video " Happy" below
Take a look at this version ( apparently a 24 hour video was shot)
Start the video at the 44 minute mark and watch the two women dancing along the street
And I dare you not to smile
On the back of Pharrell William's video " Happy" below
Take a look at this version ( apparently a 24 hour video was shot)
Start the video at the 44 minute mark and watch the two women dancing along the street
And I dare you not to smile
Audiomachine
Chris is away working until Sunday. I shall miss him but I won't be bored, as each evening I have something planned, whether it be work, cinema, Samaritans or a pint in the local with affable despot Jason.....sometimes you can indulge yourself when alone......watch what you like on tv, slob around in your pants or listen to music at full blast without the obligatory " get this shit off" comment.
I have a guilty secret when it comes to music.
I adore " epic music"....full blast......arms waving,eyes shut, emotional romping....... the works.......
I know it's a bit geeky
But great fun
I have a guilty secret when it comes to music.
I adore " epic music"....full blast......arms waving,eyes shut, emotional romping....... the works.......
I know it's a bit geeky
But great fun
And this is another one of my guilty pleasures
Weather... Enough already!
Perhaps I can speak for bloggers in the US and Canada as well as those in the UK
When I say
When I say
I AM OFFICIALLY SICK OF THIS BLOODY AWFUL WEATHER
Today was a case in point
I had another walk around the village with the dogs, delivering eggs
The only person I saw on a wet and blustery Tuesday was
Affable despot Jason, who opened his window a crack when I dropped his eggs off at his front door
Looking at the dark skies, he said, with feeling
" see you in May"
A Dog Remembered
At Christmas I received a short email from a boy I nursed over 12 years ago .He was around twelve or thirteen then so would be in his early 20s now and the email was a brief hello and acknowledgement of times gone by. It ended with the words " have you still got that little red dog?"
The boy's name was Mudin.
The boy, now man, in question was originally from Iraq . He had been accidentally shot by a British serviceman and had been paralysed from the waist down, and so had been brought over to this country for rehabilitation, a daunting prospect for any child to undergo.
As I recall, Mudin, was a robust and cheerful little boy. His named nurse was a pragmatic and non nonsense Irish girl who made sure he had boundaries and structure and warmth to his day, and within a few weeks he had joined the long line of young men and women in their daily rehab timetables at the gym and occupational therapy in his own tiny wheelchair and with the start of a Yorkshire accent beginning to show.
Back then, we had only one dog and his name was Finlay. Finlay was a Welsh terrier who was spoilt to high heaven. He was also friendly, good natured and could be incredibly gentle, so he was an ideal dog to be employed as a hospital visitor.
I used Fin once as a way of reaching the hidden emotions of a young farmer, who had suffered serious back injuries in a farming accident. The boy was terribly depressed and was missing family and his own working dogs so much so that he stopped interacting with staff, so I brought Fin in for some " cuddle therapy" the dog seemed to sense that he had to be gentle with the farmer, who was on strict bed rest to maintain spinal alignment, and so he just lay quietly in the crook of the patient's arm with a cold nose pushed against the boys face.
It didn't solve the trauma of the farmer's accident., but it did, I am sure, sooth him.
In a similar vein, Finlay used to visit Mudin on occasion, and the fun of the visit came from the fact that his lead would be tied to the front of Mudin's wheelchair in the vague hope that dog would drag boy's chair around the park or the unit like the horses did to Ben Hur's chariot .
To us, it was all part of rehab
Now risk assessments would not allow the " practice"
But back then, we took chances .....and back then I was incharge of the ward too....so things like that were to be encouraged
Finlay died of a brain tumour in 2007
It was his sweetness that provided the spring board for the canine hoards to follow
The boy's name was Mudin.
The boy, now man, in question was originally from Iraq . He had been accidentally shot by a British serviceman and had been paralysed from the waist down, and so had been brought over to this country for rehabilitation, a daunting prospect for any child to undergo.
As I recall, Mudin, was a robust and cheerful little boy. His named nurse was a pragmatic and non nonsense Irish girl who made sure he had boundaries and structure and warmth to his day, and within a few weeks he had joined the long line of young men and women in their daily rehab timetables at the gym and occupational therapy in his own tiny wheelchair and with the start of a Yorkshire accent beginning to show.
Back then, we had only one dog and his name was Finlay. Finlay was a Welsh terrier who was spoilt to high heaven. He was also friendly, good natured and could be incredibly gentle, so he was an ideal dog to be employed as a hospital visitor.
I used Fin once as a way of reaching the hidden emotions of a young farmer, who had suffered serious back injuries in a farming accident. The boy was terribly depressed and was missing family and his own working dogs so much so that he stopped interacting with staff, so I brought Fin in for some " cuddle therapy" the dog seemed to sense that he had to be gentle with the farmer, who was on strict bed rest to maintain spinal alignment, and so he just lay quietly in the crook of the patient's arm with a cold nose pushed against the boys face.
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| Finlay, just before his death in 2007 |
It didn't solve the trauma of the farmer's accident., but it did, I am sure, sooth him.
In a similar vein, Finlay used to visit Mudin on occasion, and the fun of the visit came from the fact that his lead would be tied to the front of Mudin's wheelchair in the vague hope that dog would drag boy's chair around the park or the unit like the horses did to Ben Hur's chariot .
To us, it was all part of rehab
Now risk assessments would not allow the " practice"
But back then, we took chances .....and back then I was incharge of the ward too....so things like that were to be encouraged
Finlay died of a brain tumour in 2007
It was his sweetness that provided the spring board for the canine hoards to follow
For Sandie
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