Wrong Day. Wrong Film

I wasn't quite in the mood for the " harrowing" story of redemption and forgiveness  set against the Japanese brutality of Allied POWs during WW2, you have to be on fairly robust form to sit through Colin Firth doing haunted and Nicole Kidman doing worthy.
The Railway Man is an appropriately difficult and  for me an unoriginal watch. I am sure that it had
plenty to say about the remarkable real life hero Eric Lomax.but like I said, I wasn't quite in the mood for it all.
Before we left, I had made the mistake of ringing work to find out the fate of the patient I had worked with during two incredibly hard and stressful twelve hour shifts last weekend. The patient was young and was terribly poorly and the very " intensive" nature of my interactions with him and his family had meant that I had forged an unique bond with them all. This is common phenomenon on ITU where 1 to 1 nursing is the norm.
Anyhow, as it happened I spoke to the nurse who had originally handed over the patient to me, just before she left for home and she told me that the patient had sadly died of his injuries.

I am generally well able to compartmentalise work into a safe  and well managed little box, after all, I had done it for so many years now.
But I felt somewhat deflated and upset about what had transpired all this evening.
Two hours of Colin Firth' s morose face didn't help either
Hey ho

Supporting Old Friends and Slutty Behaviours

The Scala

Trelawnyd lies in the historic Welsh county of Flintshire, whereas the nearest town of Prestatyn lies in the county of Denbighshire ...yes it all sounds rather Hobbitish does it not?
Anyhow as part of the ' austerity' cuts Denbighshire council has seen fit to reduce its funding to the Scala, the one half decent independent cinema in the area, and like many businesses, the cinema is starting to feel the pinch.
I am passionate about supporting small community centred cinemas , too many times have we heard the mantra of " use it or lose it" in this day and age of no free rides, and so as often as possible we will go and watch a film, have a coffee in the cafe or go to one of the special screenings of " live at the National Theatre" .
Bums on seats
That's what is needed to keep these places going.
Of course we can all do our bit to help just that little bit more, so yesterday I called into the Scala in order to join their new lottery. The lottery is designed to plug the financial hole caused by local government cuts and if supported may well keep the cinema going to fight another day.
I do hope so.
The scala and the small 100 seat art house cinema at Theatre clwyd in Mold have been good friends to me since I returned to Wales. They have made up for me not having my old city based film buddies, Nu,Mike, Nigel and John H  " on tap" so to speak
I couldn't imagine not having them around.

And now for the Porn

William and George,had their knackers off many years ago now, so are not overly interested in a hormonal bulldog, even though she is presently wagging her fanny at anyone who would care to offer it a glance.
The poor girl is looking decidedly frustrated.
A chap from down the lane stopped to buy eggs this morning and even he got the " fanny waving treatment"
He never even battered an eyelid when I apologised and started to replace her padded underpants
Winifred has morphed into a slag.

2 weeks to go!

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