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Today's Surreal Trelawnyd Moment ( STM)

" Gay " Gordon on a mobility Scooter

" shoots" past me on high Street

A large Vacuum Cleaner perched on the front

" Hello Gang!"

He bellowed

" can't stop..I'm spring cleaning"

Hinterland no 2

Me?

On the back of the wonderful Sherlock ....the welsh detective series Hinterland went from strength to strength tonight..I suspect the reason I like the lead Tom Mathias so much is the fact that with his Woolly hat on actor Richard Harrington looks like a fitter, younger and better looking version of me
And we all like to look at ourselves

Nia ( my old friend from Oz) have a look...you'll enjoy x

Winifred: a Gop Virgin

This morning there was a brief sunny window in the dismal winter weather and I wanted to take full

advantage of it, so I decided to take Winifred and the other dogs for a walk up the Gop.

Before she came to us, Winifred had never really been taken out for long walks

So I have been building her up for " the big one" so to speak

We started from the Memorial Hall, where the Welsh Flag was flying

 

The dogs waited until I took some village photos for the Community Council webside 

we then slogged through the mud to the summit

The view was worth the slog

Sherlock- the finale

Sherlock's new long armed, fireplace pissing nemesis 

The finale? The f@*#ing finale?
It's  only the THIRD FUCKING EPISODE!
How can it be the finale already?
Anyhow...it was..... And unfortunately Sherlock has become all a bit too clever for itself
I still loved it
But............
And there just HAD to be a but..........
Hey ho

The Object Of My Affection

Me, using  meg as a book rest 

Now I don't "do"new year resolutions but if I did, I would make a resolution to read more books.
I used to be an avid reader, especially when I was a boy and a teenager.
I read every animal based " autobiography" type piece going . (Gerald Durrell, James Herriot, Willard Price.) I loved Steinbeck, Gallico,  light Capote, Harper Lee's Mockingbird and the Epic Watership Down and devoured " real life"  accounts of disaster and Mayhem with some gusto before I was obsessed with the zombie apocalypse and Daryl Dixon's biceps.
As an older man, I enjoyed true crime non fiction, Patricia Cornwell before she went all weird  and the odd autobiography  when I can get hold of it ( I am reading the hilarious life story of comedienne Jennifer Saunders at the moment) .but I am generally ashamed to say that my reading habits have waned to a sudden spurt of almost 24 hour a day marathon of solid reading when I am sat on a beach in the sun on holiday.
Of course the internet has something to blame with all this.
Facts, Wikipedia , film reviews, disaster tales.....everything is available at the click of a button....everything that is but the discipline and anticipation of sitting down with some words and a story that moves you.

In the late 1980s I read a book called The Object of My Affection by Stephen McCauley . The story of the trails and tribulations of two friends George & Nina ( one gay one not) had a resonance with me and to this day I remember a quote from the story which is as clear to me now as Shakespeare is to Judi Dench

"Often, what's most attractive about a person is that part they're trying hardest to conceal, that part they think is least likable. You find out about it and it becomes a secret bond between you, something you never talk about but hold close to your heart and are continually touched by"

Yes I should read more books.

My Stalker

I am full of cold today. 

So much so , that I have had to ring in sick for work ( it doesn't look good when an intensive care nurse has an over abundance of snot flying about) ...

It's been a flat sort of day, with the highlight being a nice long, hot steamy bath which was an effort to " clear the old tubes"........

Like the mother of a toddler 

I am never left alone, even when I am soaking in the bath

I am always followed

Stalked by a worried looking Bulldog

Be Afraid...be very afraid

Ok always leave your readers wanting more eh.?

I did a shift last night at Samaritans and didn't get home until 11.30

By the time I had fed and walked the dogs it was midnight

So I was in bed a few minutes after the witching hour

I had almost fallen asleep 

When I heard it

coming out of the dark.....

The hesitant plink plonk of a musical box coming from Chris' office

The music started, stopped, started again  and stopped again

And William, who was lying next to me started to growl.

I put my head under the duvet and all was quiet again

But

A few seconds later it started again

Plink......plonk......plink

This went on for a few minutes more

Then it stopped

Chris rang this morning

Apparently it happens occasionally

since he tinkered with the mechanism 

NOW HE TELLS ME

00.45am

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