Going Gently

Nice

In today's " need a bit of an edge" media...the word " nice" seems to be a bit of a swear word. On tv nice does not seem to cut it.
And so, I have to congratulate the BBC for staging the formulaic but entertaining Celebrity Masterchef for the majority of the celebs they chose, turned out to be thoroughly decent, and nice individuals.
It made for a very refreshing change.
The finals ( shown last night) had the supermodel and jolly hockey sticks Jodie Kidd, cooking against actress Sophie Thompson and the explorer Charlie Boorman. All were a real delight to watch.
In the end it was the ever whispering , self depreciating and slightly Barmy Sophie who won.......and it couldn't have happened to a nicer woman.
In view of my previous sad post........I needed a nicer story.......

Sophie Thompson.. Above in Masterchef...below in Gosforth Park

MH17

"That there's some corner of a foreign field"

Isn't that What did Rupert Brooke wrote in his most famous poem?

Bloody dreadful

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