Be Careful When You FaceTime

When I was schlepping in the mud , feeding chickens and filling the water butts Chris left me several messages on FaceTime and on the land line to call him at work. All the exercise and cold air made me have a sudden need " for the loo" so killing two birds with one stone, I grabbed my iPad  and pressed the FaceTime button just seconds after resting my fat arse on the bog seat.
Well.......knowing each other for so long, the sight of the fiancée " on the throne" is no longer a shocking event!
So.......I shall now publicly apologise to one very chicly  dressed Professor Malone , who was standing serenely  behind Chris' left shoulder when my FaceTime image flashed it's way over the Internet!
Hey ho.....

To Much Heart On Sleeve?

The Christmas Bookcase

Yesterday I posted ten cards.
some of the official invites for the Wedding!
Just ten cards.....all beautifully written by my own fair hand......
£ 6.40 !
I nearly had a stroke right then and there in the Post Office
Six quid!
I was still smarting from the cost of a first class stamp when a woman stopped me on the Dyserth Country walkway to say hello to the dogs.
" hello Winnie" she cooed, as Winnie blew her a few moo moo kisses
And I took a closer look at the woman to see where I knew her from
I didn't recognise her.
" She looks bigger than she does on the blog" the woman said in way of explanation and we chatted for a while, with her knowing all sorts of facts about me and me knowing absolutely nothing about her.
It was an odd feeling.
Perhaps I do share a little too much on Going Gently..it has to be said......for......many other bloggers go to extraordinary lengths to maintain their anonymity on their own blogs .
There are a lot of nutcases out there.....
It's a case of horses for courses I guess.
Anyhow, I have very little private information to share with the world today....
I've put the fairy lights in 1940s bookcase in the living room and as the animals all galloped up to bed for their daily lie together, I am left to work out just how many Christmas cards I can afford to send this year.

The daily lie in

Sick Bed Blues

 Chris has been unwell in bed for much of the day

Sore throat and a heavy cold

I have renamed him, Violet,

Dowager, Countess of Grantham for the day!

It seems apt

His throat does look somewhat swollen

But at lunchtime he has managed to force down,

2 large pieces of gruyere cheese quiche, a side salad,

One large bowl of curry soup

And a massive slab of Christmas cake

So I suspect he'll pull through....

Hey ho

Is it me?

But

Can anyone else identify 

with this,

Last walk of the night is around 9pm

I couldn't be arsed getting redressed

( I'd just had a  bath and liberal rubbing with Vic's)

So I donned an overcoat over pajamas 

Slipped my very fetching Kit Hopkins' hand made slippers Inside 

my crocs and tottered out into the night like a very badly dressed transvestite 

Apologies to community Council member Paul

who caught me in full glare of the headlights of his Land Rover
in the lane.

The red Pom poms on the slippers are a standout

Trelawnyd Carol Service

It's a bit of a local blog entry today as I promised I would big up the village carol service which takes place this Friday night at the Church. I am working that night so won't be going, but I am calling all Trelawnyd folk to make the effort on these cold dark night and attend.
The congregation will be using our slow cooker to keep the mulled wine warm ,
I have already been reminded to make sure there is no remnants of chilli con carne on the inside of it! ...as there was last year!
Everyone's a critic!

Normality

I'm feeling just a little middle aged

It's the product of being over tired
Tonight

Just as Darcy Bussell started crying on Strictly Come Dancing

Winnie started masturbating on Chris' foot
He went all a bit Miss Prim

And life suddenly went all a bit surreal...

I'm glad I didn't get the Christmas decs sorted

It would have felt all a bit wrong

I am off to bed......tomorrow will feel a whole lot 

More.......well.......

Normal after more than 2 hours sleep
Hey ho

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)