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Village news

Another stalwart of Trelawnyd sadly passed away a day ago.
Eileen Jones, of High Street did a great deal for the village community and the Church over many many years and in that typically Welsh matriarchal way supported everything from village fundraising , Church social activities, Flower Show and so much more.
She was one of those unsung heroes of village life, who rolled up her sleeves  and did rather than sat down to watch.
Unfortunately they are a somewhat of a dying breed nowadays.

I found this lovely version of Calon Lan recently. It is the mainstay hymn of many a Welsh funeral, and means literally " a clean, or pure heart"
This version is sung by Cape Town's Youth Choir
When one of the village community passes away, I always wonder if it will be sung again in the little church here........as so often it is.

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