Swan Song

If I died suddenly ( in say a scotch egg hold up shoot out or an out-of-the- blue bulldog sex frenzy accident ) who would actually " own "   the eight years worth of Going Gently?
Could my next of kin ask for access to it? would it be immortalised as it was like a book on a dusty library shelf or would blogger eventually deactivate the pages as Facebook has just done on an 18 year old cancer victim, much to the horror and upset of her mother who had password access to the
Account?
It's an interesting modern day conundrum
What happens to our on line lives when we die?
Facebook, pay pal, bank accounts, in the cloud photo albums, library music, blogger, emails,
Who " owns" it all when we shuffle off is mortal coil?

Years ago, I used to follow an Australian blogger called John, who used to blog about living in the Australian countryside. It was a bit like Going Gently but with wombats .Quite suddenly, his health deteriorated drastically to such an extent that it was clear to everyone that he wasn't going to blog in the following year. In actual fact John sadly died a few days later and one of his last posts he stated that his wife or daughter would write a few words on the blog if he was incapacitated to do so.
That never happened, and the blog remains there in the ether of the internet, hanging and sort of unfinished.
I sometimes pop over even now to see if anything had changed.

What would you want to happen to your blog after you die?
Delete?



Egg On My Face

It's the biggest gig of the year in Church today, so Chris was up early setting up for the stand in vicar, who apparently is rather old and frail.
I'm looking forward to hear if there are disasters afoot

Btw You can tell it's Easter as some kind soul had given the sheep some stale hot cross buns to eat, I wondered who it was for there was also an uneaten battenburg cake on the field...Apparently Sylvia and Irene don't like marzipan.

As a treat Chris made me my favourite breakfast IN BED - a runny fried egg in a toasted bagel sandwich, which I demolished still lying  in the supine position! It was blissful

I want a lazy, pottering type day today....

Anyhow I was just putting the " pillow of porn" and the " slippers of sex" in the washing machine on a cool wash ( see previous post for an explanation) when there was a sharp knock on the window.
It was a cheerful walker out with an equally cheerful terrier who wanted eggs.
" I haven't got one" I told him honestly
" I know you've eaten them all!" He quipped pointing to my chin

I'm such a let down

I have always had this ability to cover myself and/ or my person with uneaten food. It is a skill ai have honed ever since I was old enough to wave a plastic spoon around.
My "piece de resistance" messy eating story happened when I was in the middle of a savoury pie eating frenzy on the busy train from Oxford to York.  I coughed then sneezed right in the middle of my second pie and unfortunately splattered two elderly bachelors who were sitting opposite with pork and cranberry filling.
In my experience you can only achieve a more destructive effect when sneezing whilst eating cornflakes......and I've done that too.....
Many times........
Hey ho


The Easter Lilllies in the East Window

The Pillow of Porn

Not much happening tonight
Chris went to Church
I've been watching Eurovision past winners on youtube
And Winnie
Well Winnie has been rubbing her fanny all over the new bulldog cushion
She now has her own sex toy
It's all got rather unsavoury
We've had the infamous slippers of sex
Now it's the pillow of porn

Anne-Marie David ~ 'Tu Te Reconnaitras'

I really enjoyed Graham Norton's homage to Eurovision last night....it couldn't have been any more camp if Diana Dors had been wheeled on in a pink jumpsuit by four naked musclemen.
Anne Marie-David, looking fab reprised her 1973 hit " Tu Tu Reconnaitras"
I loved it.

Well Done

My twin sister works for a big company and today she has just won the " colleague of the year award"
How good is that.....?
In this age of targets, figures, and profits, she has quietly supported her fellow workers by never throwing a sickie, completing her work diligently, changing her shifts at the last minute and always supporting the high flyers with being in store, on time and with a smile on her face.
Congratulations Janet......
The oldest worker in store...and now, obviously one of the best

Sugar Or Saccharine?

It's a damp and rainy Good Friday here. 
As a treat we are having fish and chips for tea
We bought some designer cutlery yesterday which will replace the eclectic  mixture of ikea crap and 1940s bone handled hand-me-downs we have been using for years....
We both decided that we felt very grown up having proper tableware!

The dish is another wedding gift to ourselves

Anyhow
 I've often been accused of portraying village life in an unrealistic and somewhat saccharine way. Perhaps I am guilty as charged .
But I don't really think so.
A few late wedding gifts are perhaps a case in point.

They could be twins

 The bulldog cushion dropped off by Eirlys & John , who live at a farm on the other side of the
village proved to be a big hit with a certain dog in the cottage and when I was on the phone to another Trelawnyd-ite , who was in dire need of some phone TLC a somewhat strange but typical message "
appeared " magically on the answerphone
It was as economical as it was clear
" Auntie Glad here..........SCONES,"
I dutifully called in with a pocket full of goose eggs for her, half an hour later, only to find her laughing at the fact that she had forgotten to add sugar to the scone mix.
" They are not my best specimens" she quipped " so, Ive added a jar of raspberry jam to compensate"
When I got home, I found a handwriiten card hidden away amongst the goodies



In it was £30 and the words " wishing you Both good Health and happiness"

Life in a village can be lovely if you meet the right people!

Albert

We have spent the day in the city of Liverpool, spending our wedding gift vouchers at John Lewis.
After a great deal of debate we decided to buy some cutlery.
Which is very grown up of us both me feels.
Anyhow I am late blogging today.......and that is why!
I promised Scottish Andrew that today's post would feature his favourite Going Gently character
So here is a brief history of Albert The Cat
Albert on his arrival to Bwthyn y llan

In the Autumn of 2008 on a whim I drove into the animal rescue centre at Dyserth and asked a remarkably wizened old lady with an unlit fag hanging out of her mouth if she had any cats who could hold their own against a quartet of terriers. She told me that she hadn't but took my telephone  number " just in case"
That very afternoon she rang me
" we've just had an older kitten brought in by a woman with two staffies" she rasped
" He's a feisty little bugger".
I called down to the shelter later that day and literally minutes after seeing him, I took possession of a tiny wide eyed black kitten with a sad history.
Albert was the only survivor of a littler of feral kittens . His mother had brought them up in a farm outbuilding next to a busy road and had herself been killed the day after Albert's brother had been knocked over by a milk lorry.  Albert and his sister had carried on in a fashion through the charity of one of the farm workers. It was the farm worker who had rescued him after Albert's sister was killed on the same patch of road.
It was the farm worker's wife who had re homed Albert after one of their staffie crosses had taken a dislike to the kitten.
The sob story was worthy of Walt Disney's BAMBI.
Albert arrived wide eyed yet remarkably calm, and set up home inside a cardboard box placed carefully on the dining room table. For six weeks he lived on the table and on the kitchen cabinets without once setting a foot on the floor ( even the cat littler was placed out of dog reach) and for six weeks he drove the dogs mad by remaining just that bit out of reach.
The resulting hysteria bubbled just under boiling point as the terriers lived in a permanent state of cat arousal
It was a long , long month and a half!
Then it all changed.
For one very cold night , he left the safety of the kitchen table and took his place in front of the fire with the other dogs.
And nothing was ever said about this sudden assertion .

For seven years now Albert has been a true delight.
He's been knocked over by a car , breaking a leg, (which he still can't bend properly)
He has killed hundreds of rabbits, mice , small rats and birds
and he has gone out of his way to be an active  part of the cottage dog pack spending a few minutes every day head rubbing each dog in turn in happy recognition of a friend well loved.
Albert is a constant backdrop to the more boisterous animals at the cottage
But he is as necessary to the running of the place as oxygen .

The Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel


The sequel to The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel is in actual fact more of a remake of the original, with the stella grey hair cast of the likes of Dench,Nighy, Smith, Pickup, Imrie, and Richard Gere all jostling for position in this coming-of-age story. Strange really as the coming of age- age is 75 rather than just 16.
This is why, I suspect, that  the "Marigold" franchise has proved to be so popular with the over 50 year old cinema going public, for it underlines that EVERYONE no matter how old they are can have a second chance.
And so, set against the vibrant colours of an Indian Wedding we have Judi Dench embarking on a new career and a new relationship with Bill Nighy at the age of 79. Society good time gal Celia Imrie settling down with a gentle taxi driver instead of her Royal suitors and Career Man Gere giving up his job for the love of an Indian Widow.
Yes all bollocks
But it's pretty, colourful and fairly entertaining bollocks...even if the hotel manager ( Dev Patel) is far too garrulous and irritating for the average movie goer to cope with...
I had to laugh to myself too, for when Richard Gere appeared at the hotel reception for the first time, there was a loud ripple that went through the audience like a Welsh matrons' Mexican wave......

Maggie Smith as the foul mouthed Muriel

I have to give praise here to Maggie Smith , who reprises her role as the foul mouthed Cockney spinster receptionist Muriel Donnelly with some gusto. She steals every scene she appears in and the whole
film is given an unexpected and surprisingly moving turn when her character realises that she dying ( dying being the running gag throughout the movie)

This fact is underlined in one beautifully understated scene where hotel resident  Evelyn (Judi Dench ) acknowledges Muriel's Possible Death through suicide.
Very little is actually said, just the powerful sharing of a message through two old faces, but it had me blubing with the rest of the audience at the  packed independent cinema at Colwyn Bay Theatre!
Clever casting two old dames in their 80s who without breaking sweat could so easily rule the world.
7/10