Necessity Is the Mother ........Beware.....underwear photos!

I never thought I would ever have to face " sanitary issues"

But with bloody foo foo imprints turning up on the soft furnishings with gay abandon

I had to do something " to stem the flow"

Let me introduce you to the latest in bulldog

" hygiene" wear

Surreal Trelawnyd life continues

Bags Under My Eyes

I've just worked two incredibly busy night shifts.
This morning at 6 am I had to escort my critically ill patient to CT scanning, and as we tried to sort out his drips and lines, one of the technicians looked at me and said
" you look a little like that bloke from Hinterland" 
I preened a bit , but not for long as
She added with a somewhat apologetic smile
" you are a way bit older  of course"
I caught sight of the bags underneath my eyes in the scan window
She was being very kind
My eyes looked like two fried eggs in a bucket of blood and
I actually looked like
An old Buster Keaton

Sleep time 9 am

There is nothing better than climbing into bed after a horrendous night shift

The wind is blowing a gale 

( though you can't hear it too well on the video)

The animals are all fed and watered

And I am under the duvet

Chris is on cottage duties until 5 pm

So I can fart away under the duvet 

And dream my Russell Crowe dreams

Grayson Perry

This made me smile more than anything has over the last 24 hours.
Grayson Perry receiving his CBE from Prince Charles dressed as his alto ego  Claire " a cross between Katie Boyle & Camila" was far more surreal than anything else I have seen recently

I adored the fact that Perry explained his outfit as " Italian mother of the bride"

How so fucking British

I loved it

Number 9 on the list

Oh , I forgot to add......

By the state of the carpet,
I now suspect that

Winnie is coming into season

Hey bleeding ho
I'm off to Marks & Spencers to buy an emergency scotch egg

Blues

I think I am having " one of those days " today

Nothing major

No great crisis

Just an accumulation of little things

1. The weather is getting me down. It's wet again today. My  bosoms are

Completely waterlogged and my leeks, although wonderfully fragrant 

are not overly impressive

2. In the fields beyond the riding stables , some sort of construction or demolition is going on 

for all day we are being subjected to loud sawing and grinding

It's low level noise pollution..but it's driving me mad

3. My wonderful dog groomer has just rung to tell me she is no longer going to " cut hair"

" bollocks"

4. I didn't sleep well

5. Someone has vomited the remains of a mouse all over the duvet

6. I have just remembered that I am working both Saturday & Sunday night shift

7. The gusset has just gone in my favourite long johns

And

The Walking Dead doesn't return for another fortnight 

Like I said just small things

But they mount up.

I need spring to arrive

Hey ho

Bunty

PostScript to my previous post

Telephone call from Bunty two hours after she picked up the bastards:-

Bunty : " Just checking......will the geese eat hen pellets until I get some goose mix?"

Me: " no problem...they have been eating pellets here" pause and deep breath"....have you had any problems so far?"

Bunty ( Queen of the understatement )

" we have had a couple of tussles " she Bellowed

" but now , I think they have the measure of me"

I do hope she keeps in touch
I rather like her

Bellowing Bunty and her Bastard Birds

The Bastards ( right) facing off the field geese

" Preloved" is a website that allows you to advertise livestock for sale. Although I am wary of attracting unsuitable animal owners for animals I need to rehome, I have found the site useful as long as any prospective owners are vetted properly.

Yesterday I advertised " The Bastards" on preloved, and this morning the phone has been tinkling away with people interested in buying them.

One energetic sounding woman called and said she was passing through the village this morning . she asked if she could come and view the geese with a view of perhaps picking them up later today if they were suitable.

The woman proved to be a new smallholder from the village of Llansannan. She had a big booming voice, the forearms of a docker, a ready smile  and incredibly muddy boots. She also told  me her of her rather checkered  life story with her policewoman girlfriend of two years within just five minutes of our meeting.

She was hugely entertaining as people who share their life stories on your first meeting always are.
I found out later that her name was Bunty

Bunty was so loud, even Winifred, who can face off any newcomer, had to hide on the staircase until she had left

Oh daddy..take the shouty lady away

The woman had limited experience of looking after geese, but had obviously researched the subject well, so I was happy to let her  see the bastards to see if she liked them. Luckily for me, she did, but I was sure I informed her that they were a bit of a handful.

" so am I " she answered with a smile....." Oh......So am I "
And I believed her

She looked like she could hold her own in a pub fight