Eye Eye

 

During my nursing career, I have had to deal with most kinds of wounds of one type or another. I am, however, not a fan of ophthalmic issues. 

This stems from two situations .The first was that I had to once deal with a patient with a prosthetic eye, nose and upper lip and I remember very will how I had to squint like Clarence the cross eyed lion every time I had to help clean the cavity beneath the prosthetics.

I think I would have thrown up if I had " looked" that closely

The second " eye" phobia.....is a relic of my cinema loving childhood.

Can everyone remember the scene in The Birds where Jessica Tandy discovers her farmer neighbour with his eyes pecked out?

I scared the shit out of me when I was a pre teen

Mr Hitchcock would have been tickled pink to have traumatised a young a Welsh boy for life!

This afternoon, on one of the hottest days of the year , I have been galloping around the field like a loon in order to catch a wounded hen. She has an incredibly swollen eye, which needed attention and so after a dose of antibiotics, and in full view of some quietly hysterical dogs, I wrapped the hen in a dinosaur dog blanket and bathed her eye with some sterile warm water at the kitchen sink.

I did squint just a little as I dabbed away.

Our Place In The World

Recently I found a homemade birthday card I made for my mother way back in 1972

On the back of the card was written

From John

43 Ffordd Ffynnon

Prestatyn,

Flintshire

North Wales,

Great Britain

The World

The Universe

I think most kids do this when they are ten

Looking at google Earth

I can do the Trelawnyd Equivalent
Our cottage is the blue spot

What do dogs think?

I would love to know what dogs think.

For a couple of hours now old Meg has been sat in the bedroom window, gazing silently out over the hills with sad eyes and with a slightly worried expression.

I went over and kissed her on the top of her head, and she "smiled" at me briefly before returning to her quiet vigil .

I think it's going to be a hot day

Exercise

The promenade from Prestatyn to Rhyl..my cycle run this evening

Chris has been working away all week, so I have been left to my own devices . Apart from " appearing " in my own 1970s porn flick, I have been a virtuous little soul and have been building my tolerance on the bike. Monday I did 5 miles, yesterday I did 9 and today I did 5.
I would have done further today but I needed a poo!

" oh hello...hello....treble hello!"

 I guess it won't be a surprise to anyone when I say that I have not really watched many straight porn films. When I say porn, for the sake of this blog entry, I actually mean 1970s soft porn.... You know the sort of " movie" that used to be shown in the tiny odeon cinema number three in Rhyl as a second feature to Blazing Saddles where a mullet haired Robin Asquith rolled about in suds with a succession of bored middle aged housewives.

Today, I felt as though I had been transported back to one of those movies.

I was in the middle of going house to house in " The Marian" selling raffle tickets ( for those that don't know " The Marian" is a collection of houses half a mile East of the Village) when I bumped into my very good friend " mad as a box of frogs" Eirlys , who runs a poultry farm there. After buying some tickets herself and after asking me to show her how to use her new mobile phone, she suggested that I visit a huge newly built house across the road in order to get rid of more raffle tickets.

She watched as I crossed the road , entered the garden and knocked on the door.
An attractive blonde woman in a skimpy bath towel answered the door with a smile
I gulped..........
Waved my raffle tickets in a silly embarrassed way......
And made profuse apologies before backing off
The woman told me to stop and said she would gladly buy some and disappeared to find some change
I could hear Eirlys laughing from across the road
When the woman returned , still in the towel, I tried to make light conversation without looking at her
" you have a lovely garden" I said pointing at her blooms" " have you thought of entering it into the flower show?"
" do you really think I should ?"  She said slightly breathlessly " my back garden is MUCH  nicer"
" is it really? " I squeaked
" it is" said the woman, adjusting her towel
She smiled and added
" would you like to have a look at it?"

And there the 1970s sex scene finished


The woman. As it turned out was a keen gardener, and was justifiably proud of her raised borders which were a real treat
And as Eirlys watched , slightly perplexed by the whole affair , I disappeared through the back gate for a delightful tour of the most delightful of  gardens.........

Hey ho

Eirlys .and her big cockerel

PS and Thank You

It's a day for thank you's

Thank you to Chania over at Razmataz

http://razmatazblog.blogspot.co.uk

For the raffle prizes she sent over for The Trelawnyd Flower Show

It is incredibly kind of you to support us

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Also a big thank you to Peter Ellis and " mad as a box of frogs" Eirlys Dutton

for selling extra raffle tickets for me

Thank you to the unknown villager who left us a bag of fresh garden peas

On the kitchen wall

And thank you to affable despot Jason, who walked down with a box 

of sugar puffs for the animals

The sheep have gone absolutely gaga over them

So much so...that they ate so many of them in one go

I had to get them a bucket of water to hydrate their mouths again

Cack Handed

I now have one Greta Garbo cheekbone

Out on the bike yesterday ( by myself- how's THAT for turning over a new leaf?)

I over wobbled on a slow manoeuvre and had a bit of a mishap with a bit of undergrowth

Co-ordination has never been one of my strengths

Undeterred ....I will be out and about again this afternoon

Don't forget the quiet one....

Sometimes the quiet child in a family needs some 1 to 1  time

Overshadowed by 2 needy Welsh terriers

and a somewhat excitable and hyperventilating bulldog bitch, who constantly swings her titties,

George sometimes gets his good natured nose pushed out of shape

Not that he minds much, he's used to it

as even Albert is higher in the canine pecking order, than he is...

And so

When I picked him up from the groomers' today

I bought him a packet of pork luncheon meat from Sainsbury's 

And whilst sitting on my lap in the car park

happily watching the shoppers going in and out with their trolleys

He very slowly ate the flipping lot
All .......to himself.....