Creative Juices

On reflection the words

Sad bastard 

Am

And  I 

Comes to mind

Scarecrow Entry

What have I done so far today?

I have shopped at the supermarket,

Collected bags of corn from the wholesaler,

Fed and watered a score of animals,

Delivered eggs and flower show schedules,

Run around with the Hoover,

Cleaned up William' s wee accident,

Made the bed,
Topped the berlingo up with radiator coolant

Walked the dogs

And made this..

a prototype alternative " scarecrow"

 For the Prestatyn Flower Show

Ok it doesn't quite look like a hen

But it will

The postman was quite impressed

But he did give me a the kind of look
Which said
" how old ARE you?"

We've all done it!

Trust me to be working on the hottest and dare I say most humid night of the year.
Even with air con, and probably due to the fact the shift was so busy, by 5 am I felt as though I was smelling like a dirty whore of an unfit mother .
Having no time to shower and not having any change of uniform..I resorted to a tried and trusted fall back.... A quick delve with a packet of borrowed wet wipes and a squirt of some nicked antiperspirant

Big mistake.......
I forgot that I have overly sensitive skin
And from 6 am my now fragrant groins and " nether regions" now feel as if a very large man is sand papering them with gusto

Hey ho....
A lesson learnt eh?

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