You Can Tell It's Spring When..........

The " Beware Hormonal Turkey" sigh  has been reerected on the field fence

Bingley is strutting his testosterone filled body to anything with a pulse

March Flowers sit on the kitchen window sill

And Trelawnyd starts to look green again

I've spent the day clearing the back garden of dead wood, so that the blanket of aquilegia can transform it as April approaches., apart from that, I have made some pies, and sold some eggs to a passerby who palmed some euros instead of pound coins on me

Its all go

The Walking Dead Episode 14 Spend ( spoilers)

Revolving Door disaster...Noah bites the dust

Oh dear.......The Walking Dead has killed off it's third black male character in series 5 which has got all the PC brigade all a quivering
Admittedly killing off Bob, Tyreese and now the rather likable and potentially interesting character of young Noah ( in the most brutal and blood thirsty way) seems all a bit too much but I suspect , I understand just why that has happened, for I believe that the producers needed to cull some black faces to make space for Morgan to return to the " team family" ....I hope that is not the case as it means that the series is becoming ever so slightly formulaic
OMG only two more episodes to go!

One, Two , three.........

My husband, The Professor, is working away again for the next few days and today after dropping him off at the station, I am due to take part in my yearly CPR training.
Contrary to general belief, full cardiac arrests on intensive care are few and far between. this is because most sudden deteriorations in patients' conditions are usually preempted by good medical and nursing practise.
During my thirty odd years as a practising nurse I must have performed resuscitation perhaps 30 times.
28 times in hospital settings and twice in the community
I have performed CPR on a bulldog which was a challenge given the size of her mouth and once brought back an indian runner duck from the dead after she had strangled herself in some netting.

Nowadays , most people have an idea of what to do in the event of a witnessed cardiac event. The training has been simplified so that any lay person can get stuck in, sing the BeeGee's " Staying Alive " to themselves and compress someone's chest successfully.
Resuscitation , thankfully, is not the domain of health care professionals anymore!

I once chatted to a woman who had collapsed outside the Town Hall in Sheffield. She had suffered a full cardiac arrest and was brought back from the brink of death by two workmen in hard hats who had been working on some nearby roadworks.
I asked her what she remembered of the event.
" not much" , she answered " But when I came to, I did remember thinking that that it was slightly odd that one of those blokes had my worst grey bra slung over his shoulder"

Bulldog Telepathy

If you hate cats then it always transpires that every cat in your immediate area will make a bee line for you.

Cats delight in torturing people 

There is a touch of a sociopath about a cat

Dogs on the other hand seem to go all goo-goo eyed at the prospect of being all supportive

There is nothing subtle about them

They instinctively know if something is hurting inside you and will try every trick in the book to redress the balance of things .

Mental pain seems to bring out the " dog" in a dog...if you see what I mean

This afternoon Mrs Trellis called by to drop off her unused dog food. 

It must have been somewhat of a difficult visit given the fact that everywhere you look in the cottage there seems to be a dog draped over something, but Mrs Trellis was putting on a brave face as she sat down for a chat.

Immediately Winnie was by her side , gazing intently up into the old lady's face and with seconds she dived under Mrs Trellis' legs like a great big fat puppy, lifting them high up in the air, time and time and time again.
Mrs Trellis couldn't help herself and lost herself in a fit of laughing. And the more she laughed the more Winnie performed .
I have never seen her act in this way with visitors..... Her usual behaviour is to stand , look, snort, sniff and ignore.
She seemed intent on brightening Mrs Trellis' day.

Animal behaviour never ceases to surprise me.

Proff

Some good news!

Chris is now OFFICIALLY 

A PROFESSOR!

I've married a boffin

Well done my love

Xxxxxx

" Bring It On!"

Some people relish confrontation.
Most people however, shy away from it, as they would shy away from a smelly fart in a lift.
I tend to lean towards the latter group, however when my dander is up, I can turn into a cross between Bette Davies and a Jerry Springer guest if the mood takes me....but thankfully these times are very few and far between.
The problem with me, is that if I am crossed, I do like to be able to let the person who crossed me know just hiw much of a cow they are. It's kind of satisfying verbally bitch slapping someone even though you always run the risk of getting mega bitch slapped in return.
I'm not very good at saying nothing
But today I am trying to do just that..........
So far...so good....

And do you know what?
It's really f*cking hard!

A Phonecall From Mrs Trellis

Tonight, after some shit tv and a mediocre dinner, I had just promised Chris that I would go up to the garage to buy him some crisps when the phone went.
It was Mrs Trellis.
She was tearful and very upset
Her beloved border collie Sooty had just died peacefully in his bed.
"I've got no-one to tell" she said sadly and Chris immediately turned off the tv so I could hear the full story.
Mrs Trellis and Sooty have been inseparable friends for over a decade. They made a memorable couple  seen almost daily in Trelawnyd., where he would drag her around the village like a rag doll and she knowing his chronic bad temper would yank him into any and every front garden in a futile bid to keep him from snapping at any passing dog.
It was this aggressive nature that caused me and Chris to nickname him Satan.
They were an incongruous couple.

There was nothing I could do but to support and listen as only a dog owner could support and listen
But there was something incredibly sad about an old lady talking about her dead dog, when the dog in question was curled up in his kitchen basket as though he was asleep.
My heart ached for her.
We talked for a while and although I was ready to dig his grave in the dark ,I was grateful that she had arranged for the animal rescue centre to pick him up tomorrow , so  I let her tell me all about their adventures over the years until she had run down like a clock.
I asked her to ring us ,if she needed anything ...there was nothing else I could do

I finally got to the garage late and bought Chris' favourite Chicken crisps and on impulse I bought an untidy bunch of garage shop flowers that was standing by the entrance. Ones with a couple of odd looking very blue blooms included( you know the sort) and I stopped at Mrs Trellis' neat little house on the way home with them.

"The house is so quiet" she said forlornly when I called in, and I was so glad I had stopped even though all I had to offer was some cheap crap flowers.

No one should be alone...not when you have lost a dear loved one.........even if that loved one was a bad tempered dog who seemed to have hated the world........

Hey ho
Hey 

Suite Française

Every " WW2 Occupied France" movie should have at least one sequence where a long Line of local refugees are strafed by the evil Luftwaffe as they stagger through the French Countryside with their belongings pilled up in handcarts and prams.
It's an iconic and much copied scene.
" Suite Francaise" begins with such a sequence where the fierce Madame Angelier ( Kristen Scott Thomas) and her daughter in law Lucile ( Michellle Williams) who are in the middle of collecting rent from their tenant farmers get caught up in  bombing of Parisian refugees and at first the film looked promising as the camera swoops and follows the terrified French peasants as they flee into the golden wheat on the sides of the road.
But then we left the action and entered the somewhat hackneyed story of Lucile's love affair with nice Nazi Bruno ( Matthias Schoenaerts) as the German occupy the small town of Bussy. Old scores are settled as some of the occupied French tittle-tattle on each other in a bid to survive and Lucile has to finally choose which side she is ultimately on as resistance looms it's head as the German's take charge.
Williams looks like an angel and is ok, if not a little bland as Lucile. Schoenaerts is more impressive as the torn and cultured Bruno, but the whole film is stolen by Scott Thomas who with her icy stare and powdered white face, is more frightening than any Wartime Hun psychopath , in her role of a cynical and embittered mother, widow and patriot.
She can fight my corner anytime!

7/10