Cheese Anyone?

This Norfolk woman, a witness to the twin tower disaster, has had some of her words transcribed
for a display in the 9/11 memorial museum which has just opened on the site of ground zero.
It states:

'You felt compelled to watch out of respect to them. They were ending their life without a choice and to turn away from them would have been wrong"

Powerful words indeed.....
It's a shame that the museum also sells gifts such as the 9/11 cheese board

Pyjamas in Church

One of the South facing windows..the  " sheep" window

I never got around to cleaning the Church last night. (I was too busy burning the arse off banana loaves for the classic car show's tea tent.) so it was all a bit of a rush job this morning!
I really do enjoy cleaning the church. It's a lovely, relaxing experience.
Recently I have got into the habit of playing I Vow To Thee my Country on the old IPad as I am buffing up the pews......it gets the old blood pumping.

Anyhow I hope no one saw me sneaking into the vestry door with the old dyson, I still had my pyjama bottoms on

Pyjamas & Hoover

The magnificent laburnum in the Churchyard 

Our cottage is just behind

A note of thanks x

"Of course, I am fortunate (?) not to have a zillion followers like a certain Affable Gay Welsh Raconteur I could mention (who acknowledges his commentators not so much with courtesy as a curtsy) so my burden is light compared to his, especially as he is a prolific poster."

So said  Angola Tom in his post of today

( probably written in between  flushing his own thigh wound out with neat bleach from the  hospital domestics' cupboard and chatting up the nearest pretty face not covered by a surgical mask)

Now I do apologise for not answering each comment with a witty and pithy comment of my own

But it has to be said that I do read every single one and enjoy most once they appear on Going Gently

Answering them all, is a work progress I am afraid.

It's a case of not enough hours in the day

This very moment is a case in point

I have banana loaves to make for the tea tent in Prestatyn's  Classic Car Show tomorrow

The Church needs cleaning before tomorrow's service

I haven't started supper yet

and eggs won't deliver themselves

Hey ho

Thank f*ck I don't work on ITU full time!

Xxx

Wan*ers

As I was waiting for Chris to get off the train, I listened with astonishment to a debate about racism between a blundering  representative from UKIP and an informed Eastern European liberal. This was on Radio 4 's PM......and it made for some cracking radio.
I just wish everyone in the Uk could have heard it as even the unflappable Eddie Mair sounded just a little "flapped" by it all
Loud and clear
UKIP are wankers....
Dangerous.......gift giving wankers

Baby Jesus

A couple of comments on last night's blog entry queried just why I would be looking for

The baby Jesus in a patch of nettles

This photo is in way of an explanation 

Baby Jesus was hatched on Easter Sunday

he's a feisty little bugger, who is constantly tunnelling his way to freedom

from under his nursery run. 

The weather is atrocious today

I'm busy stuffing a marrow at the moment

Listening to classic FM

Rash

It's 23.10 and I am sitting here rubbing witch hazel on the top of my buttocks with a tea towel
I am allergic to nettle stings
And got a double dose on my builder's crack and thigh when
I was hurrying to retrieve Jesus from a particularly thick bunch of the stuff behind his mother's run.
I never noticed having a rash until I got home after Samaritans
Me and my delicate skin

Arse Butt

Just to clarify the previous blog

I've just " found" this photo on my iPad

Stand off

Winnie and Irene

Irene was just about to butt the bulldog up the arse

Don't mess with a scruffy ewe

How VERY dare you!

Another beautiful day here in Trelawnyd. I have spent the day strimming and planting, stopping only to sell eggs to a few visitors. I was just boxing up half a dozen for ex trelawnyd man Peter, when a group of amblers walked past. Peter started to big up just how nice my eggs were and had a small crowd of them listening to his spiel when one old lady with the obligatory ski sticks and knapsack piped up loudly
" there are two goats over there chasing a pig!"
" I haven't got a pig" I told her shortly but turned around anyway to see what she was looking at
I snapped this bad photo after I went to investigate

Winifred being pursued by Irene & Sylvia