Postcards From Sleepyville

I'm not going to apologize for today's post.
It's an observational slightly mundane amble which is just what I needed after working most of the weekend and last night at Samaratains.
It has been a somewhat full on few days.
A rarity for me
This happened this morning

I made Black Lentil Dal

Went to clean the Church and ended up photographing

The wedding flowers  from Saturday's ceremony

Animal helper Pat cleaned out her store cupboards and brought  a load of

Goodies for the birds

Miniature marshmallows was a first

I caught sight of the wife of the Red Faced Welsh Farmer in the perfectly manicured 

graveyard and we chatted for an age .

I told her I missed his pirate greetings

from the window of his passing red landrover

And she laughed like a drain.

It was good to see her

The graveyard looked lovely 

Almost every grave had flowers on it.

I had forgotten it was Father's Day on Sunda

" The Bastard ( the pugnacious cockerel who was dumped on me) has now settled down quite nicely

He is now a rather sweet little fellow

I have renamed him

Ronnie Corbett 

The  dogs played " Indian file" through the long grass

As I watered Bosoms and cleaned out the coop where the crackhead whores were massacred by the 

badger

One broody Sussex is sitting on eggs 

and will need a home when the chicks arrive 

The circle of life continues 

I've cut flowers for the house

And am just about to cut the lawn 

It's not yet midday

I am home

Joke

"There was confusion tonight at the odean cinema at workingdon where Alma Tibbs the senior usherette accidently sat on her torch and showed herself up in the circle."

Best joke of the day

Lane Rage

Sometimes a little rudeness is called for
Just occasionally
Ok....Let's not make a habit of it
But a smart mouth can be kind of satisfying , especially when you are tired and cranky and in need of some sleep.
We had a busy night again at work last night.
Another bloody busy night
and I was not quite in the mood for the collection of  school run 4 x 4 s gridlocking the lane at ten to nine this morning.so looking like Charlton Heston with his been Hur Chariot  I ambled past them all with the dogs, ready to deliver eggs before I could venture a nap on the couch.
One slightly pinched " yummy mummy" showed some ill advised frustration at my slowness to give way,  raised her hands in a sort of gesture of " can you get out of the way" and was greeted by a robust and Bette Davies - esque comment of
" YOU WILL HAVE TO WAIT ...We BLEEDING LIVE  HERE,"
The woman wisely kept her mouth shut
as I sashayed away....... twirling a poop bag rather menacingly in my left hand....
The way I felt this morning
I would have lobbed it.at her without a second thought.

Brock

It's rare to see a badger in daylight.
It was still bright last night when one slithered over the Churchyard wall and down into the Ukrainian village, an attack from the village side of the field.
Another rarity.
In my experience badgers are much more dangerous than foxes.
They are more common than foxes
They are stronger than foxes
And unlike foxes, you can't get away with blasting them to kingdom come with a 12 bore shotgun.

I caught the badger after it had tried to attack two elderly and retired hens safe in their own caged run.
Several mouthfuls of feathers had been pulled through the bars but the two OAPs luckily remained unscathed .
It slinked away up and over the  dry stone wall like  a ghost only to return sometime in the night, when it somehow managed to get through the roof of Ukrainian house number 6, killing the last three " crackhead whores" sheltering inside.
House number six has been a safe haven on the field for the past 7 years
It took its time, as there wasn't a body to be seen by morning. Just small clumps of bloody feathers.

Working again tonight.... This one in one off shift pattern is a killer

Sucking A Croc

I still can't move much

What with a whole melon in my mouth

Winnie took advantage of my stupor

And has Spent much of her time trying to distroy my croc

Just As Chris was trying to watch a re run of Yes Minister

Yawn

I once fell asleep on a bus in Sheffield with after a nursing shift, a mini pork pie in my mouth

I was so tired this morning, I suspect I would have dozed off with a whole melon in my gob

Working Night shifts in lovely weather is a twatt

Virgin Train......somewhere in the south ( edit)

Sums up the day nicely

I am on the train home, and nu has just sent me this photo from yesterday

I am trying to look busy as the woman behind me sounds like

She hires strippers for a living and is having a rather fruity conversation 

with one of her " girls" by the name of Lydia who has got herself lost on the way for an interview
At a hotel behind Tower Bridge!

The train guard is one of those that thinks he's hilarious

And keeps saying " Milk @ Beans" over the communication system

instead of "Milton Keynes "

What a wag

Knackered

It's 12.30 Friday morning

Well we nearly missed the bloody play cos Nuala  " forgot" just where the Garrick theatre was!
But as usual  she did have the luck of the Liverpudlian Irish in her and we galloped into our seats with just 30 seconds to spare.
The play was a cracker . Not quite as good as the film, but then you can forgive that , given the fact that the movie relied heavily at times with claustrophobic close ups of each of the jurors in turn.
The actors taking the meatier roles of the bigoted Juror number 10 and the angry Juror number 3 (  William Gaminara & Jeff Fahey respectively) were exceptionally good, as was a rather tired sounding Tom Conti in the Henry Fonda Role, but it was old Hollywood trooper Robert Vaughn playing the frail old ninth juror who comes to Conti's aid in his quest for justice, who almost steals the show. 
Juror number 9 has just one major speech a third of the way through the play, and it is a speech that Vaughn milks every bit of pathos out of and with a twinkle in the old eye.to boot
I really enjoyed it. 
And I loved catching up with Nu over a wonderful  meal in Dishoom, the Bombay cafe at Covent Garden
It's been a lovely and exhausting day..........