Rockefeller

Some things are not passed down in your genes. My father was an excellent businessman. I have as much entrepreneurial chutzpah as an average potato. Such is life.
Above are my egg " takings" for the week. I keep them in a preserve jar in the kitchen cupboard. It's been a good week....I shall have enough money to buy the animals' feed, and should have enough left over in order to buy the dogs flea treatments and some wormer for Albert.
If I am lucky I shall have just enough to treat myself to an arthouse film at Theatre Clwyd next week or maybe a cheeky scotch egg

Some people have the impression that selling eggs is a money spinner.
I can tell you right now that it's not.
 Now , to be fair, I generally only sell to a few locals, friends and people at work, People that do me favours will get eggs for free, neighbours and friends get discounted eggs and gifts of a half dozen or so can lubricate good will with the most crusty of characters.
Customers that may be used to supermarket bought eggs go crazy over mine, as they have that amazingly strong taste and bright yellow yolks of those eggs you used to remember having when you were a child.
But 14 regular buyers won't finance a cruise of the Queen Mary!

Favourite Person Thursday

The nominees for Favourite Person Thursday

are

Darling lunatic of the chat show circuit 

The delightful Paloma faith 

The passionate and cute-as-button tv Zoologist Ben Garrod

Theatrical potty mouth Miriam Margolyes

and

The Queen of Tonga

And the winner is.....

THE QUEEN OF TONGA!

This week's favourite person 

Won her place in the hall of fame by virtue of a simple, and wonderfully

human gesture during the Queen's coronation Ceremony of 1953.

Queen Salote of Tonga, gave instructions that her horse carriage was to be kept open

so that the drenched crowds along the procession route could see her.

Smiling broadly, and soaked to the skin,  Salote Tupou III broke with tradition and endeared herself to a whole nation with this spontaneous and warm show of ordinariness

The Happy Side of Lunacy

It was a a bitty night shift last night. Not full on mad busy, just bitty.
It was midday before I realized that I had not eaten anything, so me, Winifred and George jumped into the Berlingo and parked up at Tescos for a quick shop.
It never works out as a quick shop when your intention is a just a quick shop does it?
30 minutes after I went in,
I exited the supermarket with
1 pack of plain bagels,
I tin of expensive coffee,
I bag of rabbit food,
I pack  of cocktail sausages ( you know who for)
Light bulbs,
A small fruit tree ( on special offer)
Firelighters,
2 packs of economy white bread ( for sheep and hens)
One 150 ml bottle of white white ( tonight's treat)
Make up removal pads ( guess what for?)
A large pack of toilet paper!
And a sneaky scotch egg!
( go on check out girl..work this list out!)

When I got back to berlingo I caught Winifred making " moo moo" lips at a middle aged couple through the crack in the passenger seat window.
The couple  were totally captivated by her strenuous efforts  and easily jumped into the spirit of things when I offered them a couple of sausages to slip through the gap as a treat.
It was like feeding time at the zoo!
Three minutes  and eight sausages later
It would seem that everyone was blissfully happy

Ps favourite person Thursday will be posted later!

Middle Finger!

Email received today
It was from Parking Eye

Dear Sir/Madam,
We refer to the parking charge incurred on the 11th February 2014 at 12.39:26
at Prestatyn Shopping Park.
We can confirm that this charge has been cancelled and there is no outstanding 
Payment due on this account
Kind regards,
Parking Eye Team

Sometimes the little man wins!

Ellen's Selfie

I love the fact that Lupita Nyong'o's brother bounced into the photo

With Russia acting like a knob and more conflict in the Middle East than we can shake a stick at..is it a surprise to anyone that Ellen Degeneres' " let's have a proper laugh" comparing of the Oscars has been seen by more people on earth than all the major bad news stories put together?

I love the above selfie

It speaks volumes

With it, Degeneres, quite cleverly, has stripped away the catty persona of Hollywood and brought a real humour back into a business that is famous for its " knife in the back" Babylon.

What do the Oscars give Joe Public?

Well it gives glamour

It gives escapism

And with Ellen at the helm

It gives a genuine smile

Not a bad result given all the badness in this bloody awful world eh?

Always Bake in a morning

I bake a lot

I hate cooking

But I love baking

Strange that.

Now I always bake in a morning

It's a survival ploy

Always bake before I get my hands dirty cleaning the duck house out

Indian runner ducks are filthy little bastards.

This morning I baked a Mary Berry Apple and cinnamon cake

I watched her last night on tv, knocking it up in her country kitchen

And like most experts, she made it all seem so easy and enjoyable

She is the school teacher that every child wanted to be taught by

Right

The weather is spring like and warm

and as my best layer  Alfre Woodward,  stalks around the cottage garden before she lays

under the small fir tree

I can now wash my cake tins before

Donning my wellies

and getting my hands covered in duck shit!

The Walking Dead - Still

Daryl and Beth " run...run like the wind"

Tonight The Walking Dead went to a place where I have wanted it to go for a long long time......it went into some proper characterisation!
Still concentrated on two of the oddest characters. Teenage good girl Beth ( Emily Kinney) and seething redneck Daryl ( Norman Reedus) think that they are the only survivors after the prison attack. Even though Beth lost her father under the most dreadful circumstances, it is Daryl ( who had no life before the apocalypse ) who is the one who cannot cope with the losses of " team Rick" ...For in the first time in a dysfunctional life he is mourning a brief position of respect and status he gained as Rick's second in command.
Now that has gone, it is up to the slightly gauche Beth to ground him once again into the real and human  world,
Both Reedus and Kinney rise to the challenge of their two hander and their scene of mutual confessions over a drinking competition have a depth and emotion seldom seen on the Walking Dead before.........
I enjoyed it.........I just hope that Beth survives another episode. The series has a bad habit of letting an actor shine just before the zombies scoff em

Three gifts

Yesterday was a day for gifts.

While Chris was in church, and I was busy stuffing a chicken for lunch,

I spied two ladies peeping over the garden wall.

I went out clutching a bowl of eggs

When the elder of the two women burst out with an excited

" we read your blog" comment.

Now they didn't look like a couple of bunny boilers,

but I was put on a bit of a back foot for a minute or so.

( it's always a bit odd to meet two strangers who think that they know you)

As it turned out, the two ladies were mother and daughter who had relatives who lived in trelawnyd

some years ago. They were leaving the area and wanted to donate some old French Church candlesticks to Trelawnyd Church. 

Through Going Gently , I was the only person they " knew" to pass the gifts too.

Whaddu you think Tom Stephenson?

I promised to pass the candlesticks on, made sure I took the ladies names and thanked them with 18 fresh eggs from the morning collection when they gave me a whole pile of
Welsh history books that they had collected, which was a lovely gesture
Amid the titles of local information, there was a comprehensive guide to New York City
" I remembered that you love the city"  the mother said
Power of the blog eh?

The second gift arrived an hour or so later, when a Woolly hatted Mrs Trellis turned up
With a piping hot homemade rice pudding sat snugly inside a cake tin.
She thought we would appreciate the pud on such a cold day
It was a cracking pudding....with a skin on the top, so thick
that it took two hands to break it
Wonderful

The final gift of the day turned up after lunch

Another orphan of the storm 

This time from the Bonny, smiling lady from the Still House.

Her dog had killed several of her hens and the last survivor needed a new home

So meet 

Bodica