William At The Vets

Last night I took William to the vets .

It wasn't George Clooney that was on duty, nor was it the young Russell Crowe look-a-like vet
 ( which was a shame)...it was the pretty Irish vet who gave William his steroid injection and stuck her finger up his arse!....and typical of William , he smiled his big smile as she did just that!
On the way home, right at a set of traffic lights  on a dual carriageway,and just as William was tucking into his post vet visit treat ( a small individual pork pie from Tesco) , the gear stick on the berlingo broke off leaving me stranded in the fast lane in the dark!
Now, with my "Rebecca of Sunnybrook farm" outlook.....I would have liked to have blogged that a succession of cars stopped to help me.....but do you know what? No fucker stopped......I tried to push the heavy berlingo across the carriageway.....no one stopped......I tried to wave gaily at some builder types in a van for assistance.......still nothing.....I wonder why?
And all this was in the pitch black!
If I was some leggy blonde with big tits everyone would have stopped!
But I am an over -the-hill fat bastard with gravy splashed down my top ....so no bugger did
Bastards!

For half an hour William and I waited by the side of the road as the busy traffic shot by and not one fucker stopped.....so we left the car to walk to Rhuddlan the nearest village.....to be fair..it wasnt far but as I  didn't have a phone on me, and as the public phone by the KFC  was vandalised I had to go into the local travelodge to use their phone......
The girl behind the desk wasn't too sure of me at first, but I won her over by telling her that William was on the way home from the vets......" He's an unstable diabetic" I lied.....and she handed me the phone saying that I could use it for as long as I liked.....bless her

My brother in law, Tim came to my rescue, as he has done many many times over the years, and after half an hour he had towed me to my nephew's garage in the next town
Bless him!
All's well that ends well

Anyhow today we are off to Chester,.....Chris is going to have his pre wedding haircut in a posh saloon.....
I'm looking for new , wedding outfit underpants!
Hey ho!

A Low Level Mugging

Its been a kind of bad news sort of day today

In addition to yesteday's news, Chris had a near miss accident in the Berlingo early this morning andI've just heard that two other villagers have been 

poorly in hospital.

Best wishes to Yola and to Bob D...

Who live on opposite parts of the village but have been admitted to the same ward!

It was all a bit doom and gloom.

Things brightened up somewhat on the beach this afternoon

when I took the dogs along the Promenade.

As usual Winnie and George walked a long way behind me and the Welsh 

but as there was only a middle aged picnicking couple sitting on the concrete steps down to the beach 

I left them to it.

When I got back to the car, Winnie and George had still not caught up

so I walked back to the beach only to see both dogs standing behind 

the couple. I called them and both ambled over guiltily

Winnie had what looked like a golf ball in her mouth

Immediately I knew just what had happened

and prepared myself to give a swift and heartfelt apology

For a low level mugging had just taken place

Winnie wasn't holding a discarded tennis ball

For firmly clamped in her mouth

Was a large bread roll- ham and tomato sandwich

( complete with lettuce, mayo and onion)

BTW

ONLY A WEEK UNTIL THE WEDDING!

Thank you Libby, Cro and Deloras for your gifts and cards
Xxxxxx

Bereavement Etiquette

Some people think that giving flowers to the bereaved is not the done thing.
I think that it to do with the fact that in many people's eyes, flowers around a death are only seen on a coffin.
I tend to disagree.
To me a few flowers say a tiny bit more than a mere card can and anyway
I hate most of the sympathy cards on sale in the shops.
They always seem like the paper equivalent of the colour beige.

A neighbour lost her mother suddenly today, so I went around with a card and some blue hyacinths in a bowl. If it was summer I would have cut flowers from the garden.. Its a bit more personal, and it gives people something to concentrate on.
I do like the tradition of feeding the bereaved too..its more practical......but I think this is more of an American thing.

Anyhow what IS the flower etiquette after a family death occurs?
Is there a right and a wrong way to support others?
Perhaps someone can tell me!

Village elder, Islwyn called in this afternoon to inform me of this news and to the fact that old Mrs Spiller had also passed away. Mrs Spiller was famous for her big hair, erratic driving and her overuse of a loud policeman's whistle when calling in her bad tempered labrador on a night.
Affable Despot Jason and his wife always commented that Chapel Street sounded like Victorian London during the Jack The Ripper times- all they missed was the pea soup.

For Simone...Just William

William smiling fir the camera

After yesterday's homage to everything Scottish, Simone requested that I do a short blog entry about William, a blog that explains his personality.
Welsh terrier dogs tend to be overly bouncy , cheerful characters. They have strong personalities, are quick to ignore  commends when off the lead and are sociable with other dogs and humans alike.
They are also extraordinarily affectionate dogs who love to clamber on top of you at a moments notice.
People over 50 like them so much for they always remind them of those dogs on wheels kids of a certain age used to have when they were learning to walk.

William is a gentle soul. He is polite, which is a rare trait in dogs, will never snatch a treat and will stand quietly when being examined by the vet. On meeting strangers he will stand and smile a greeting before sniffing hesitantly at an outstretched hand. Only then will he place his paws onto a thigh or knee .
He is a dog strangers are often drawn to
He will sit and watch, when other dogs would bark and snap and for 18 long months he was obsessed with Mary the disabled rabbit,, so much so that he would sit for hours in front of her hutch , just
staring at her.
His ability to wait and watch knows no bounds.

In short.......hes a lovely dog

A Life With Little Legs

George is Chris' dog

It was never planned that way, 

Its just that their personalities dovetail perfectly with each other.

Like Maddie's personality did before him.

Scottish terriers are fiercly loyal, mistrusting of strangers,

aloof, stubbon and love routine.

They prefer to lie next to you rather than on you

and in George's case, they love bedtimes, even though

they have to be lifted from the floor by hand every night at 9pm.

While the Welsh terriers and Bulldog spend most of their time sucking

physical and emotional warmth from me 24/7

George is happy sitting quietly next to Chris each night

No fuss, no emotional romping, and no demands more than 

a space amongst the cushions.

the odd tickle around the chops

and the slightly sad realisation that he is firmly last in the pack's pecking order

If GOING GENTLY was ever a feature film,

George would win the oscar for best supporting actor.

On Top Of Gop Hill

On top of Gop Hill

Scottie and Bulldog survey the Village 

Waiting....

I've  been waiting all day for a delivery

And its mid afternoon and still nothing has arrived

I've cleaned the fluff from under the bed, 

and there's enough of it to fill a small scatter cushion.

I've bleached the bathroom 

until my head swam with fumes

And 

I've unsucessfully tried to brush George's teeth because his 

halitosis is getting on my tits.

I hate waiting in for the delivery man
They are like a watched kettle

As Ive waited ,,and waited and waited
this wedding telegram from Rachel
Did make me smile

Mystery Road & The Walking Dead Episode 11 The Distance

Aaron Pedersen ( quietly charismatic )

Before my usual WALKING DEAD review, I need to big up a film , I caught on the BBC IPLAYER the other night, which is well worth two hours of anyone's time.
MYSTERY ROAD is a movie that walks in the footsteps of the likes of THEY CALL ME MR TIBBS  and IN THE HEAT OF THE NIGHT, Set in the Australian bush instead of the American Deep South , we follow Aboriginal cop Jay Swan (Aaron Pedersen) in his investigations into the death of a native teenage girl. Swan walks a difficult path , as he is mistrusted by the dirt poor locals who see him as a token ethnic face In a police force which is as welcoming and quietly racist as they are, but like Virgil Tibbs, Swan possesses a dogged dignity which allows him to push through the walls of silence to te truth.
Prdersen quite simply has the charisma that the role requires and he dominates each scene with a brooding and powerful show of strength. The film would be a very average thriller if he was not in it.

The Walking Dead has reached episode 11  and it finally looks as though team Rick is finally almost " out of the woods" in both the literal and figurative sense of the phrase.
Rick ( Andrew Lincoln) has undertaken one of the most dramatic character changes out of all of the surviving Southern Folk from series 1, so he can be forgiven to have a few trust issues when faced with the neat, tidy and wholesomely gay Aaron ( another Aaron) who seems to be offering Judith Delicious apple sauce and the group a chance of a normal life in the Alexandria Safe zone....
The Walking Dead has not allowed it's cast some " downtime" since the original cast first settled at
the Greene Farm way back in series 2, and so it would be  nice to see Michonne painting a little or Carol to have a gossip with Maggie and Tara over cookies........fat chance me thinks....the women in TWD seldom have quality conversations together..........having said this.....it was nice to see Michonne in charge for a change....and it was also nice to see everyone talking together........a good episode to see Team Rick so gay friendly!
I loved this episode