Going Gently- The Franchise

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Today we are off to Chester for a nice lunch in a trendy bar called " Aubergine" .....in reality the bar is called " Artichoke" but Chris has problems remembering the fact.

I am shallow enough to happily say that "Going Gently" is trundling towards it's 2 millionth visitor.

I am also  a gnat's crotchet away from my 800th follower which I guess is some small achievement compared with the fact that a ten year old child can have 1000 friends on Facebook without ever leaving the comfort of the sofa....but I will take a positive wherever a positive can be squeezed.

I think " Going Gently" would make a lovely feature film.....

Of course there could be a typical Hollywood twist on the story.....you know where the mentally ill , Julia Roberts character moves into Trelawnyd after losing her family in a place crash, only to be wooed back into reality by one of Auntie Gladys' scones and by a firm talking to by Gay Gordon  and Big Mary at the bus stop!

Russell Crowe is now too old to play me of course,so perhaps Danial Craig in heavy make up and prosthetics could be brought in? 

John Hurt ( Tom Stephenson), Juliet Stephenson ( Rachel) and Rosie O'Donnell ( as most of the North American bloggers) could make up the supporting cast ( bloggers that club together to raise funds for the surviving villagers caught up in the disastrous  Gop Hill landslide) alongside stalwarts such as Hugh Bonniville ( as Dr Chris) Maggie Smith ( Auntie Glad) ,Dame Helen Mirren as Pat the animal helper And a special appearance by Sir Ian McKelken as the vicar!

The little white egret didn't make it

Hummm I can also see a mini series in the making?......Trelawnyd will have to open a tea room!

And extend the car park!

So  who will play you in the movie?

Answers on a postcard.......

Hey ho...we can all dream

Dogs Up The Aisle

There is a funeral In the village today

Chris asked me to check if the central heating had come on

So just after dawn I took the dogs out for their walk and popped in to the church to check and

for some strange reason the terriers ran up and down the aisle like little boys in a supermarket

Yesterday, was bright, cold and sunny

Here are a few observations of the day

• I was cleaning the log burner out when Mrs Trellis burst into the kitchen with a bag of egg boxes., it always amuses me that she never knocks.. Apparently her bad tempered dog Satan had suffered a paralysis of his back legs last week, which she treated overnight with an intensive dose of homoeopathic medication administered every 15 minutes to the dogs gums!.....he has since made a full recovery!
• Gay Gordon is back from hospital and has moved in with his girlfriend big  Mary.....I caught their neighbours with arm loads of belongings helping out with the move yesterday afternoon
• The village schoolchildren sang at the friendship group at the village hall yesterday afternoon, chapel street was full of chatter and laughter when the group members left for home. I love moments like these. The village feels vibrant and alive.
• Village elder Islwyn was seen mooching around the field borders with his trusty wheelbarrow. Without being asked he has , off his own bat, liaised with gentleman farmer Ralph to repair the gap in the hawthorn hedge in order to prevent the livery stables horses from grazing in the Ukrainian village

And all the while

Meg watches the world through Albert's cat flap.

Churchill's Crane Tribute

I guess this dovetails on my earlier post somewhat

But the bowing of the cranes at Churchill's funeral

Moved me to tears when I saw it  on a recent trailer for a tv documentary

What a tribute eh?

Love & Death

I took the body of the egret over to the badger run early this morning and left it there for the big sow to eat when she's up and around . It'll hardly make a mouthful .
The beauty of this little bird had totally evaporated sometime during the night and what was left was a few feather scraps and a pair of odd looking yellow feet.

It's that certain " life force" that gives any living thing  beauty.
Look at this photo of Jessie Gallen
At 109 she is Scotland's oldest woman
She's just as beautiful as that delicate little egret appeared yesterday afternoon.

I was 21 when I first administered the " last Offices" to a patient, I must have done it hundreds and hundreds of times since

The elderly man had lived seventy years of his life in an asylum .

He had no family, no friends and had a life devoid of the normal happiness's that the rest of us take for granted. 

He had no belongings to speak of and even his clothes were picked from the generic clothes store and I remember feeling incredibly sad at the overwhelming " emptiness " of a life not lived.

A nicotine stained enrolled nurse in her sixties had the job of talking me through the procedure of " 

laying out" , a job , I am glad to say, she took incredibly seriously.

She showed me how to shave the patient, wash him with a reverence he deserved and dress him carefully in a shroud . We combed his hair precisely then wrapped the body in a sheet, securing the last fold over his face with a safety pin and a gentle comment of " good night"

When we had finished, the enrolled nurse lit a cigarette and took a big drag of it.

Sensing I was still a bit shaken by the whole experience , she offered me a fag which I refused,  then shared with me her own personal philosophy on the situation.

" Every life is important" she said carefully ......."no matter how it is lived..remember that fact" 

That was in November 1983 on Irby Ward at the West Cheshire Hospital 

 I have never forgotten it.

Little Egret

I am convinced that there is always SOMETHING  that makes

a day an interesting one.

Today, I was sure,  it wasn't going to be one of those days, 

That was until  Carys from the large cottage on London Road knocked on the side window of the cottage just before dusk.

She told me that one of my hens was unwell and sat outside our garden gate

So I duly went out and found this little chap sitting quietly in the snow

He's dreadfully light, exhausted and a long way from home

But is one of the most beautiful things I have seen in a long long time

Stalemate

I'm spending the day sugar soaping the kitchen walls prior to decorating. 

It's a grotty but necessary job on a cold and misty day.

In the living room William and Winnie are embarking on an epic and silent struggle of who will occupy the little Edwardian armchair in the window.

Neither dog is backing down in this war of attrition which has lasted over 45 minutes .

 I stopped cleaning in order to make a meat pie for tea
and returned a good while later to see which dog had won the war

Nefarious Characters

Like most households in this modern world, The villagers of Trelawnyd get targeted from time to time by " rough looking types" looking to make a quick buck.
Travellers looking for scrap, roofers who have just noticed that your guttering is in drastic need of repair or men in a white van selling " end of the range" double mattresses can all look just a little intimidating when they stop with their silver tongued patter.
Most of these characters, are drawn to Winnie if they see her, a fact that worries me just a little bit more...for the dog napping of certain breeds I know , is on the increase .
I have my own bit of well rehearsed acting when faced with these kind of callers
Yesterday afternoon was a case in point.

I was standing by the kitchen wall talking to the ugly pug man from the pensioner bungalows ( he had kindly called down to let me know how Gay Gordon was doing) when a slouching, rough looking youth  ambled over on spec to see if I was interested in some " free" attic insulation.
I told him I was not , and the patter continued somewhat until I FIRMLY underlined that I wasn't interested . The salesmen was about to walk on when he spied Winnie sitting, like Buddha, in the kitchen doorway.
" He's a cracker!" the man whistled, leaning over the wall with his hand out
Winnie ignored him , as she always does with men she doesn't know
" Be careful" I warned " She's a nasty bitch with strangers, she'll have your fingers off if you're not quick enough"
The man pulled his hand away as " ugly Pug man" who knows Winnie well, turned to give me a somewhat quizzical look
" Really?" The man said giving Winnie another careful once over.
" yes" I lied " she even tried to savage the postman the other day..if you walked into the garden she would have you up against that wall in seconds"
(Ugly pug man's eyes suddenly widened even more)
Winnie yawned and continued to watch the interaction with her usual bored expression as the salesman gave her another slightly worried glance
" she does look a bit of an evil bastard" he said before moving on
" You're not wrong there" I replied seriously

The Queen's Speech

The Queen & Charles on our mantle

I have never written a speech before.
I have written a couple of eulogies .
I have written presentations
And once I wrote a somewhat overblown lecture on blogging for the Llanasa Women's Institute,
But I have never written a speech .
I was discussing this fact with a few fellow nurses last night at work who asked me what I was going to say at the wedding., I told them that I had absolutely no idea
Perhaps those that have done it at their own ceremonies could give me a couple of pointers?
I'd be very grateful
Anyhow
My best friend will be saying a few words, as will Chris' brother, so I feel it only right that Chris or I is able to thank the guests for coming.
Chris is the obvious choice for the speech, as he is an old hand at presentations, but strangely he has refused to take the lead and has left  the job to me.
I don't mind too much as I take after my father when it come to these kind of things.
He would have made a speech at the opening of a Fridge door.

Luckily we have a dear friend who will be giving a reading at the wedding itself. He is a delightful old queen with a penchant for theatre and expensive Italian suits and I hope he doesnt mind that we have chosen a more " personal to us" wedding reading rather than the usual slightly bilious dirge that could have been spouted
This is our reading...what do you think?


How falling in love is like owning a dog by Taylor Mali

On cold winter nights, love is warm.
It lies between you and lives and breathes
and makes funny noises.
Love wakes you up all hours of the night with its needs.
It needs to be fed so it will grow and stay healthy.
Love doesn’t like being left alone for long.
But come home and love is always happy to see you.
It may break a few things accidentally in its passion for life,
but you can never be mad at love for long.
Is love good all the time? No! No!
Love can be bad. Bad, love, bad! Very bad love.
Love makes messes.
Love leaves you little surprises here and there.
Love needs lots of cleaning up after.
Sometimes you just want to get love fixed.
Sometimes you want to roll up a piece of newspaper
and swat love on the nose,
not so much to cause pain,
just to let love know Don’t you ever do that again!
Sometimes love just wants to go for a nice long walk.
Because love loves exercise.
It runs you around the block and leaves you panting.
It pulls you in several different directions at once,
or winds around and around you
until you’re all wound up and can’t move.
But love makes you meet people wherever you go.
People who have nothing in common but love
stop and talk to each other on the street.
Throw things away and love will bring them back,
again, and again, and again.
But most of all, love needs love, lots of it.
And in return, love loves you and never stops.