Going Gently

The Great British Sewing Bee ( spoilers)

Now I risk sounding like my mother, when I say that Thursday is a good tv night!
I am afraid that is all over with now.......I used to follow the Scandanavian thriller " Fortitude" until it got overly wierd and up it's own arse in a bad " what the fuck is all this about?" Kind of way...
and " The Great British Sewing Bee" sadly finished it's third run tonight with an impressive finale between mature Air Hostess Lorna, familyman nice guy Matt and the army major Neil and it was a real pleasure watching nice people, be nice to each other whilst they completed nicely difficult tasks with biased binding...

In the end good natured Matt won the competition ........a civilised, easy going and surprisingly well received tv reality show about real talent

Nothing Much

After a shift at the hospital, I eat breakfast, feed and water the animals then take the dogs for a brisk morning walk before going to bed for a couple of hours. I have found that if you squeeze every ounce of urine and poo out of the pack, then they will all, come to bed and lie still and quiet for the duration........this is what I noticed before bed
Animal Helper Pat caught me swearing and waving my arms madly at rooks stealing the poultry corn on the field from her bedroom window. she must think me a loon.
The man who has moved into Beryl Evans' old house has a vintage campervan, I wonder if he is the sort of character to enter something in the Flower Show. Mentally I make a note to drop him off a schedule when they are are printed up. The new owners of the recently sold bungalow on London Road and the tenants of Anchor House will have the same courtesy. I'll recruit new entrants if it kills me
The ever cheerful foreman on the renovation project houses next to the village hall congratulated me on the wedding as I passed. He's off on a stag night to Dublin tomorrow and is looking forward to be getting pissed!
Auntie Gladys has some new bright yellow daisy flowers standing proud in her front parlour window
There is new scaffolding up against the south wall of the village Hall, I 'll have to ask affable despot Jason what is gong on.......oh and when I do I will have to let him and Gladys know that they were mentioned in Chris' Brother's speech at the wedding! How great was that?
When I got home there was several late wedding presents to open. Two beautifully wrapped bundles of cards from Angry Parsnip ( bundled with a tea towel cleverly closed with multi coloured chop sticks!) a bottle of champagne from Meurig and nia from up on the main road and a card from Old Trevor from behind the cottage whose knackered 90 year old knees seem to be having a new lease of life this springtime.
I have just got into bed and I'm typing this before I fall asleep...it's cold and I have my woolly hat on....all I can hear is the chatter of the sparrow flock in the honeysuckle by the front door, the snoring of a bulldog and the faint honk honk of the geese in the wind.

Wedding Gifts and The Walking Dead

We had some lovely wedding gifts...and I am in the process of writing to everyone who was kind enough to send us something.

We didn't expect anything at all

We had John Lewis vouchers ( be still my beating heart) some lovely dishes, crockery, and kitchen stuff. We were given apple trees,picture frames, some beautiful glassware, a hamper and ten bottles of champagne as well as theatre vouchers, gin and even a crystal electric light.

We also had some money which we will buy some antique silver with...sonething for us to remember the day with.

I am also looking forward in experiencing one of our most eclectic of wedding pressies

I am also back at weightwatchers because if it- i dont want the oine bending too much

Watch this video to see what Chris and I will be doing!

I'll have wear a nappy

Daryl and niceguy gay Aaron!

Episode 13 of The Walking Dead , explored what it is like for traumatised individuals to try to acclimatise again to a normal and safer world. The bereaved Sasha got mean and moody, Carol hoarded weapons and psychotically threatened a small child that caught her in the act and Abe got drunk at the " welcome to Alexandria " party, so it's clear that " team family" is having a pretty difficult time all told.
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, will be , I am sure, the death knell for one of the main characters, but as we have only three episodes to go...it won't be long for die hard fans to find out who it will be.
I suspect with sadness that it may well be Carol......" Look at the cookies carol...look at the cookies"
Episode was Ok. With fourteen characters in team family and a further score of Alexandrians to be introduced to... I think the narrative now seems all a bit crowded.
Nice to see Daryl having a spaghetti dinner with gay could Aaron and Eric though... Who would have thought it?

Spring Has Sprung

Trelawnyd warming in the sun

Spring has finally arrived and it has been a glorious day. We have a new relief postman who delivered our first "Mr & Mr" card this afternoon! He doesn't know me so wrongly delivered another blog wedding congratulation card to the wrong cottage....I don't know how he got it wrong....the address ( John Gray, Going Gently Internet Sensation, chicken keeper, Cottage near the church , Trelawnyd) seemed perfectly clear to me ( thank you Simone btw)

The funny little rock thing to the left is a wonderful wedding gift from

Mrs Trellis...a light up rock!

I wasn't going to mention the wedding again today but I have had a few more thoughts about the whole
" marriage thing" as I have mowed the lawn and cleaned the cottage windows,

The problem with having so much attention and good wishes from people, is that you tend to notice when some people that you know fairly well actively ignore the fact that a marriage actually took place.
It's only happened a couple of times and I am not unduly upset by it all, but I AM surprised !
Should I be?
.I didn't expect that the wedding would make front page headlines in the Parish Magazine, but perhaps naively., I did expect that everyone who knows us well, would acknowledge that the deed had been done.....
I mentioned my thoughts to Auntie Gladys when I called round to sort out the date for the next Flower Show meeting
" some people are just stupid" she explained simply

Molestation

Once a day I get molested.
No, It's not Chris giving me his " come hither" expression that has me all of a dither
Nor is it the ever cheerful postman sticking something with the instructions " do not bend" through our letter box
No indeed, for once a day 25 kilos of bulldog demand a lap cuddle.
Now, I doubt many of you have been on the receiving end of an amorous and hormonal fat bitch with saggy knockers ( Tom Stevenson excluded perhaps) but it's not the nicest of experiences, especially when you are trying to watch the tv, have a sneaky nap or, in my case, write a mass of thank you letters.
Now Winnie doesn't climb up onto my lap for long. She's happy with a five minute hug, and a robust bout of face to face kissing before clambering down onto the floor satisfied that I still love the bones of her.
I'm glad that the object of her affection is centred totally on me and not any visitors we have up for tea.
I dont think the vicar could have coped with the fanny stains

I'm Married!

I've never seen Chris so happy as he has been over the past two days

We're married

How good is that!

Thank you everyone who have made everything so special

Back To Normal

The Roger Moore Eyebrow returns!

Ok.......no more wedding talk we've done it to death....which is a shame as I had well over 5,500 pageviews yesterday! ( suffice to say that I am adding more photos to testerday's blog when they come in for those die hard wedding fans)
We spent Friday night at the luxurious Bodysgallen Hall ( above) and today I realised we had returned to some normality when on the beach, after being faced with a Welsh Terrier with a particularly smelly and tenacious clingon, Chris suggested I gave it a good scrub with my woolly hat dipped in seawater
Did I use my hat as an informal bum wiper?
Well you know me.........

Wedding Photos

My favourite photo

The wedding started at 5pm. Everyone turned up on time . Old friend John made the reading " love is like owning a dog" come alive a little......so much so the Registar asked for a copy of it

Sorrel and Charlotte ( chris' sister In Law) joking

Chris making me laugh at the ring thing

Confetti on the Town Hall Steps

A vintage 1960 coach picked the guests up after the ceremony for a quick jaunt up the Promenade

Nuala and me

Centre is Jim ( Nuala's husband) loved the blue suit

My ststers had decorated the tables at Osborne House with Scottie favours, and underwater flowers with floating candles.....it all looked bloody lovely
I have more family and friends photos to add to these below!