Going Gently

Twinkly Light Therapy

I need a bit of Christmas cheer today. Extra shift this week on intensive care took me to bed exhausted this morning and I've just cooked a chicken dinner for Chris when he returned from Church only to be reminded that he and the congregation have gone off to the Crown Pub for their yearly Christmas lunch.
So it's curried chicken for supper me thinks
I think I will start to decorate the cottage this afternoon
Twinkly light therapy......that's the answer to the night shift blues
I may even take my yearly New York snow globe photo amid the fairy lights

The last couple of years....the photos have turned out very well.

Lunch?

I'm such a slovenly old git

In between jobs

I popped in to the macdonald's drive in

And bought a small fries and a cheeseburger
( I didn't eat breakfast...just coffee!)

That was at 11.50 am

After that I bought coal

Collected animal feed

Bought petrol

Walked the dogs

Called in to see my great niece who had designed some stationary for chris

And completed the week's shop in tesco's

Only then did the overly cheerful checkout girl

Point out that a macdonald's chip

was firmly stuck on the front of my scarf

( complete with ketchup)

No Place Like Gnome

This arrived in the post today

An early Christmas pressie from an Australian buddy!

A zombie garden gnome

I've seen everything

Hey ho

Sometimes.......

.....we all need a fat arse upon which we can rest our weary head

The Unwanted

Yesterday two perfectly sound warrens, left their new hen house in the Ukrainian village to run the gauntlet of the other hens. Their previous owner had an overwhelming rat problem and confided to a work colleague that the hens were to be culled when he got home. Luckily the colleague knows me, so took it on herself to bring them around
She knew I would take them in.
This morning a third warren arrived, the last garden pet of one of the village school kids.She arrived inside an old bread bin.
The usual platitudes were rolled out.
I've heard them all.........and I've smiled an understanding smile at each one....for what's the point of showing you're narked?

" it's cruel to keep just one at home"
" She's well loved...but...... "
" we thought you might like ....?"
" They're good hens..."
Ŷadder, yadder, yadder

I've just worked out just how many unwanted animals live at Bwthyn y llan. The list is sobering.
22 assorted hens, two cockerels, four ducks,1 gander and 1 Canada goose.
add to the mix a rescue black cat with huge golden eyes and a bulldog who was well loved but who was " let go" to have a better life and we are talking nearly 30 souls.
30 unwanted living things, many of whom were discarded without a second thought

The warren in the bread bin is now sat quietly in a spare hen house. In the great scheme of things, it's only a little life, I know that.
Unwanted stuff, should be old clothes, magazines, broken crockery ....junk
The unwanted shouldn't be animals.
Animals that rely on someone to care for them.