A Mixed Bag

Somedays I don't see a living soul in the village.
Other days it feels like Piccadilly Circus down the lane.
Such is the way of the world.
The DIY lesbians from Prestatyn called in yesterday morning with a pressie of a large sack of layers pellets for the hens. You may remember me mentioning them a while back, as they were the gals that put together three donated flat back chicken coops in forty minutes flat!
Come the zombie apocalypse, they will be useful women to have on your team!  
I curbed the urge to ask them to repair the loose slates on the cottage roof, though I am sure if I had asked them both would have shot up the ladder like a ferret up a drainpipe
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As we were chatting Maureen from the village friendship group called down with some info for the Community Council website..... I have copied her info below for any interested party to read...... the club welcomes any new members, and after that  I found a small queue of  two customers standing uncertainly by the back gate waiting for eggs. Winifred was standing guard in front of them with her best blank expression on her face.
Bulldogs seldom smile...even when they are hysterically happy......thats why they make excellent guard dogs

After this, I delivered eggs to affable despot Jason and to customers on Chapel Street and as I was walking back home, a red car shot past me with a middle aged woman shouting energetically through the open window, she was waving like a loon!
"CON-------GRAT--------U----------LATIONS!!!!!!!" she yelled
It was Eirlys from the farm on the other side of the village......I think she had just read my blog!

Around lunchtime, Bunty, turned up for a cup of coffee She was on her way back from collecting a load of cement.

Bunty? near enough

we drank our coffee, leaning on the field gate, without saying very much. In her hutch by the gate, Mary popped her head out of her sleeping quarters and sat watching us quietly

" there's a fucking rabbit in that chicken coop" Bunty growled in passing

If you look close enough... the whole world seems just a tad surreal!
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The Trelawnyd Friendship Club

By Maureen Gregory (Club Chair)

Trelawnyd Friendship Club came into being 32 years ago and was founded for the benefit of the residents of Trelawnyd and surrounding villages.

We have a membership of 80 wth a regular participation of between 50-60 souls.

We are a voluntary organisation with a committee of 12 .

Mrs Irene Murray is Club Treasurer and Mrs Anne Hindle is Club Secretary.

I think the reason we are such a successful club lies in the fact that we “don’t think old!” Even though our members range between 60 and 92, we all feel years “younger in the head..not in the body!”

Apart from a month’s holiday in August, we have a club meeting and one trip out every month. At the meetings in the memorial Hall we have speakers, quizzes, musical entertainments and the odd bingo.

We pride ourselves on a marvellously diverse programme of speakers.

We do tend NOT to have speakers on medical conditions and illnesses as we hope when our members come to us for an afternoon out, they can forget their aches and pains and be entertained or informed on “brighter” subjects. This is not digging our heels in the sand but is how we keep the afternoon light, bright and enjoyable

Indeed, one of our most favourite entertainers was Fatima the belly dancer! Who invited us all to join in with her dancing! …..which we all did!!!

I think our members enjoy coming and it keeps us all involved, interested, entertained and above all not isolated.

One of the great rewards is seeing friendships forged and loneliness eliminated.

Mrs Murray organises the trips. I, as Chair, organises the speakers and Mrs Hindle completes the secretarial leg work and applies for grant support. I was asked recently by Flintshire County Council to speak at a meeting of the 50+ network, which is funded by the “older Peroples’ Strategy” in Flintshire. They wanted to know the secret of such a successful club!...I told them that I thought it was because we think young and try to keep a sense of fun in everything we do.

The whole ethos is to keep our older community involved, interested , entertained and above all NOT isolated.

Further information on Trelawnyd’s Friendship Group can be sought from Chair Maureen Gregory on Trelawnyd 570604

Zombie End Game

Awwww I just want to spit on a hankie and wipe his dirty redneck mouth for him

Well, non followers of The Walking Dead

Will be glad to hear that series four has now finished in a flurry

of blood, gore and self reflection .

Rick( the Uk's Andrew Lincoln) has got his mojo back

Daryl ( Norman Reedus) has his adoptive family back

and bugger knows where Carol and baby Judith have got to

No more Walking Dead for seven months folks

You'll be happy to hear its 

back to bulldog farts, gay weddings and scones

In Laws

My father Circa 1945

With a wedding in the offing, I have been giving some thought to the fact that my parents will never have got the chance to see me " tie the knot" so to speak.
Chris is young enough to have both parents standing by his side on the day.
He is incredibly lucky

My mother has been dead twelve years now. my father has been dead for twenty four.
If they had lived into auntie Glad figures, I now am wondering just what they would have made of it all.?
Of course the idea is a stupid one. People are generally products of their time. My father died In an unenlightened age, when aids advertisements scared the population and where a chaste gay kiss caused uproar in a popular soap. I think he would have initially experienced huge difficulties with the gay thing....
If I had come out then.... I would have had to walk a very precarious path
How things have moved on.

I like to think that my parents would have liked Chris.
My father would have been impressed with his quiet confidence and by his professional success. ( once he actually got over the fact that his youngest son HAD A BOYFRIEND! ) and
my mother would have tried to ply Chris with fags and gin and would have enjoyed a robust bout of verbal jousting where she would have convinced herself that  she would have come out the victor
I suspect they would have ended up liking each other.....in an odd.....dysfunctional  kind of way

Alas.......it was never to be.....

My mother Circa 1945 too

Mary Watching

TV Watching!

Bee Watching

Some dogs hate other dogs,

Others hate people,

More often than not postmen, cats and the odd rodent are disliked too

But with our William,

There is just one object of his wrath.....

now the ribus has started to flower in the back garden.

And he will stand like this for what seems like hours

Watching the flowers for signs of bees

William hates bees

With a vengeance 

Finale

Ok just a few hours to go

And I am pulling my hair out

Will carol, Judith and daryl survive?

Bloody hell

Priscilla Queen of Llandudno

In 1994 Priscilla Queen Of The Desert became a camp, flagship in gay movie history. Famous for its outrageous outfits,stunning visuals, snappy tunes and a stunning performance by Terence Stamp "doing" Veronica Lake with a potty mouth, the film became a vital milestone in gay culture

And so it was with a slightly heavy heart that I went to see the touring production of Priscilla last night over in Llandudno. I had several reservations about going.

1. The production started at 5 pm! Hardly a time to let your hair down with gay abandon

2. The audience's average age must have been around 75 with two old duffers in front of me looking as though they were on portable oxygen!

3  Touring productions are well known to be scaled down and potentially lacklustre versions of the original.

Well I need not have worried, for it was all  cracking mindless fun. Ok the lead Mitzi ( Jason Donovan) WAS pretty dismal ( he was out sung and out performed by a delightful seven year old boy on stage!)  but the rest of the cast were a delight to watch as they belted out their disco hits whilst decked out in a whole collection of glittering hot pants and feather boas.

The old bloke on his oxygen must have given himself an extra squirt of his O2 by the end for he was up and clapping and waving with the best of them as the elderly and normally slightly staid population of North Wales took a group of multicoloured drag queens to their hearts

PS.EIRLYS....READ YESTERDAY's POST......AND BUY A HAT!