Going Gently

Liv & Winnie

For the first time yesterday, I got to watch Winnie interact on a one to one with small child and it was a revelation. With the weather fine, affable despot Jason, his wife,the even more affable Claire, and their two girls came down the lane for a walk. The girls are well used in coming into the field , so had a wander around with the hens, the sheep and the dogs in their own incredibly confident way.
The youngest girl, liv is around six, and is a little Bette Davis wrapped up in a small girl's body, so I watched her interaction with Winnie, who has studiously ignored every child she has ever met on her lead, with some interest.
Like I said It was a revelation.
Everywhere the child ran, off Winnie would follow, her big goo goo eyes all bright and friendly and gentle.
There was non of the usual clumsy silliness I have gotten used to since she arrived in Wales

When Liv would stop, so would Winnie, and strangely the big bulldog would spin around to playfully sit directly on the child's feet, before the two would gallop off around the field together.
In her past Winnie must have known and loved children...unfortunately this past remains a total mystery to me

The spectacle even surprised Claire who stopped, open mouthed, at the gate to watch the fun
Dogs and children.
They never fail to surprise you.

Village Gossip

London Road ( the main road through the village)

The village Hall can be seen in the distance

I've just been gossipping
New people have bought the bungalow on London road, and I've been pumping animal helper Pat for information, just in case the latest additions to the village may be potential Flower Show entrants
Apparently they come from a hamlet, three miles away and look as though they have had professional decorators " in".
Ohhherrrrrrr!
I need to work a little harder, in order to find out if they like gardening or have a potential for being a novelyty vegetable winner!
I have also noted that there is a healthy hydrangea in their front garden!
The new people that have moved into anchor house, I have not seen yet, but they have tomato seedlings growing in their conservatory , which is, I think, a positive sign too
Yola and Colin, who used to run the village shop have their house up for sale too....me and the neighbours noticed that a youngish family were looking around it yesterday.....( entrants for the junior novelty veg class perhaps?)
Does NOTHING miss our trained eyes?
All new residents of the village will be " invited " to take part in this years' show, I will send each household a schedule with a hand written note attached
Hopefully newbees will feel obliged to make the effort when cornered by a mad Show Secretary

anyhow hasn't it been proved thst that a gentle gossip is good for you?
I believve it is.
It shows you are inclusive and interested in people!
And ok ok ok
I' m a bit nosey

Favour

I wasnt going to blog today

am working night shift.

But Mrs James from Bron Haul

Left a rather shaky message on the answerphone last night

asking me to publizise her coffee morning in aid of "Parkinsons"

which takes place between 10am and 12 pm

This Friday

at the Church, Nant Hall Road , Prestatyn

" could you put it on your blog thing"

She asked

So here it it

All in a good cause

The Love-In Continues

Interrupted by the postman

Albert & Winnie continue their affair
It would seem that Albert loves Winnie
As much as I love my husband

Hello, Hello.......Hello

Message to self don't ever put the words " mature police woman" into google search...........my mind and eyeballs have just been well and truly boggled!
Dirty Bastards!

Anyhow as I was looking for an " appropriate" image to support today's blog ( I had to, in the end, settle for a somewhat enhanced photo of Angie Dickenson from tv's Police Woman) I was thinking of that old hackneyed phrase " you can tell you are getting older when the policemen look like teenagers"
Well, I was only thinking of it, after meeting our latest community Policewoman who ambled down the lane on one of her " high viz" afternoons .
Now I was thinking of the phrase in a slightly ironic way, as our community constable looked a bit like my mum!
Now when I say my mum, what I mean to say my mum circa 1980 when my mum looked older than her 55 years ....As we were chatting, I couldn't help thinking about the question of could this lady hurl herself over garden fences in the pursuit of local ragamuffins who had taken a local ford fiesta out for a joyride. True she looked as though she could hold her own in a pub fight.....but to be fair , my mother could of done that well into her seventies.....despite being a chronic bronchitic
Now , dont get me wrong, I applaud older people being conscripted into the police. Their skills , especially those of " people reading" are often second to non.....
I'm only worried about an osteoporosis work injury

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