I Need One .......I Want One........GIMME ONE YOU BITCH!

It's been four weeks since I've had a bit

Four weeks of abstinence.

For a month , I've not touched one, caressed one......enjoyed one

I've been strict with myself....saying that I can cope without the indulgence

How wrong was I to say such a thing.

At 1800 yesterday, I was 90% of a way through a hospital shift when I spied a visitor eating a mini scotch egg.

I could of cried.

I said to my colleagues that I could have killed a nun for such a morsel and all they could dowas to shrug their shoulders.

No one knows a scotch egg addict than another scotch egg addict eh?

Anyhow I battled on

After I got home, I walked the dogs, kissed my husband and then went to Sams for a shift

At 12.45 am   I told my co worker that if I couldn't find a scotch egg I would die

" stop off at the service station in Rhyl on the way home " they suggested

I stopped even though the place was deserted

The service station was only open to payments through a small metal slot..so I begged the spotty youth on duty to find me a scotch egg as quick as he could

" I think we only have only have individual pork pies" he chirped obviously unaware that I was about to kill him

" I need a scotch egg" I begged " just the one......please go and look again!"

He did....thank God

After an age he returned with two scotch eggs in individual wrappers

" one expired yesterday" he said helpfully

" I don't care" I shouted, " bung 'em through the slot"

They tasted like cardboard nectar
Don't tell the Prof
The Roger Eyebrow would be raised well above his head

Bet Roger Moore never said Hey ho
Hey ho

Normal Service Will Be Resumed

The Prof and I are having a lazy day today
Tomorrow he will be writing something profound in his office
Tomorrow I will be working a 12 hour day shuft on ITU followed by further 3 hour Samaritan shift
I'll be back on blogger on Monday
Hey ho

Talking Heads

In September, I fly to Australia on my own. There I shall meet up with The Prof in Sydney , who will have been working in Melbourne then sailing around the Pacific with some friends.
It sounds all very cosmopolitan does ot not?
It's a long time since I travelled long haul on my own. I've only done it once before, and that was when I took myself off to Seattle on a whim many years ago.
I don't remember much about that trip now, except that the city was wet, cold and rather glum but on a brighter note the sour dough chowder, as I recall was mighty fine.
I ate a good many bowls of it too.
Now, I don't mix well when I am on my own and apart from service people, I dont think I spoke to a living soul until I found myself sitting next to a 30 something Japanese/American woman in a lighthouse coffee shop.
With typical US directness she told me that her name was Hisoka ( which means Shy) , that she was lecturer at SeattleEU and that she was waiting to meet a nice girl called Jane for an important second date.
She was also the very first person that I told I was gay.
I shall always remember it, for even though I was in my twenties , it was a real  red letter day experience, for it was the first time that I had verbalised something so important to me which turned out so wonderfully inconsequential to her.
We talked for an age, and in those pre mobile phone days, Jane had to ring the coffee shop manager to inform Hisoka that she would be late, which was lovely for me, as I talked and talked and talked about all those gay things, I never had the chance to do before.

When Jane, eventually arrived, I politely took my leave. But not before Hisoka pulled a book out of her handbag. " I love these stories" she said " please take it!" and she gave me a rather battered copy of Alan Bennett's " Talking Heads".
" I love British humour" she explained sweetly.

I found the book today when I was cleaning out the bookshelf today.....funny what you are reminded of eh?

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