Today is my best friend's birthday
Happy Birthday Nu
I love you!
This Be The Verse
The statement was so matter of fact, it's significance didn't really register at first.
One minute we were chatting about rescue dogs and the next the old guy had dropped in his grenade without thinking that it was in no way strange.
But it was.
At the beach, I met up with a chatty old guy with a strong Lancashire accent who did the usual " you've got your hands full there" comment. We embarked on a meandering conversation about dogs after which he shared the fact that he had always wanted a dog as a boy. One day, he told me a friend of his found a stray small whippet cross and the two boys took it home
" My Father was a hard man, when in drink" the old man said almost in passing " He strangled it in front of us " I stopped short , unsure if I had heard what the man had said , but I knew I had.
But the man had already moved on to make a fuss of Meg who was tap dancing on the concrete Promenade.
But he didn't hold my gaze for a moment.
As I walked back to the car, all I could think of was the Philip Larkin Poem " This Be The Verse"
One minute we were chatting about rescue dogs and the next the old guy had dropped in his grenade without thinking that it was in no way strange.
But it was.
At the beach, I met up with a chatty old guy with a strong Lancashire accent who did the usual " you've got your hands full there" comment. We embarked on a meandering conversation about dogs after which he shared the fact that he had always wanted a dog as a boy. One day, he told me a friend of his found a stray small whippet cross and the two boys took it home
" My Father was a hard man, when in drink" the old man said almost in passing " He strangled it in front of us " I stopped short , unsure if I had heard what the man had said , but I knew I had.
But the man had already moved on to make a fuss of Meg who was tap dancing on the concrete Promenade.
But he didn't hold my gaze for a moment.
As I walked back to the car, all I could think of was the Philip Larkin Poem " This Be The Verse"
This Be The Verse
They fuck you up, your mum and Dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself!
A sunny day for such a sad confession
Waifs & Strays ( and something that blows your Tits off)
The Montana Clematis over the back gate
Ten minutes later two more waifs have found themselves a bed at Bwthyn- y-llan this morning and a rather pathetic pair they are too.
An immature, but perfectly tame light Sussex cockerel stood guard over a lame hen with a deformed leg when I first peered in at them and there was something rather powerful in how frightened but how together the two were that although I have been strict with taking in new animals over the past few months I told their owner that yes, I would take them.
A strangely calm and very tame newbee
I have called him Max
This afternoon, I am need of a lie down in a dark room. With The Prof working away again, I treated myself to an afternoon showing of "Mad Max- Fury Road" which I can simply describe as a sci-fi Chase Western on acid!
It's a film that BLOWS YOUR TITS OFF!
So much better than Mel, UK's own Tom Hardy
Based loosely on the original 1981 Mad Max - The Road Warrior , this updated and unrelenting actioneer has a mean and moody Tom Hardy in the mean and moody Mel Gibson role.
Eclipsing him, rather surprisingly, is a shaven headed, Charlize Theron as the one armed, tough-as-fuck warrior Imperator Furiosa, who teams up with Max after she has saved the pregnant wives of an evil dictator
of a war ravaged, post apocalyptic Australian wasteland. The dictator, Immorten Joe, wants his girls back and during almost every minute of the two hour running tome we see a whole collection of weird and wonderful set pieces as the baddies chase and battle the goodies .
Team Max has a look of the Trelawnyd village ladies
Its exhausting rubbish of course, but it is remarkably entertaining rubbish...... thanks primarily to the special effects, a rather refreshing band of elderly lady bikers who help Max's group out and to Hardy and Theron who have some great chemistry on screen.
8/10
Better
The rest of the day got better
I cooked a pork dinner at teatime
After falling asleep covered in dogs on the couch
I woke up to a Scottish Terrier licking cauliflower cheese sauce from my beard
Bloody hell , he has bad breath
Cheesy Smile
It's a grey miserable , depressing morning.
I'm tired
I am in need a bit of a laugh because
I've just dropped the remains of a cauliflower cheese I was going to have for my breakfast on the kitchen floor.
So enjoy the photo
( I ate the cauliflower btw)
Letter From Trelawnyd
I didnt get to reply to yesterday's comments
I worked last night at the hospital and am due back on a full night shift again tonight
so I am off to bed , leaving the harrumphing Prof in charge of
Bwthyn y llan.
I've asked him not to ring the Church bell for very long as I hope to be in full REM sleep mode by
11 am , but he told me that Christine Davies will be pulling the bell rope!
SO BANG GOES MY REST!
Anyhow
I saw Gaynor the mad organist yesterday who told me off for referring to her as " mad" on the blog
so, suitable chastised, from now on I shall refer to her only as " Gaynor the wisecracking Organist"
Anyway she thinks that the village meal thing to raise funds is a good idea and will think about my request for her to play the village Hall's piano decked out in an evening frock and long white gloves as the villagers are sipping their pre meal sherry!
I am sure I can dig a tiara out from somewhere for her to wear!
I'll tell her she can keep her tips!
Gaynor in her salad days
I've booked a Flower Show meeting for the 3rd of June at Auntie Glad's
All but one of the judges have confirmed but
I have yet to hear from old Mrs Roberts, the cookery judge who runs her judging stricter than any
senior member of the Gestapo, so I hope the old dear hasn't pegged it since the last show
Oh the responsibility!
Right, enough of this drivel, I have fed and watered the animals and am just about to creep under a cool duvet......it's time to disappear...I can hear The Prof swearing at something disgusting he has just found on the kitchen floor
Academics!
Hey ho
Wind Problems
The view of Trelawnyd nestled in the lee of Gop Hill ( look closely)
Photo taken from Marian Mawr across the valley
Across the valley from us lies the large prosperous farm of Marian Mawr. The only contact we have with them is during hay making when their farm trucks roar up and down the lane from their fields on this side of the village, the trailers occasionally clipping our stone wall or the wall by the Ukrainian Village's gate.
A few days ago, a huge white wind turbine has appeared in one of the fields below the farm. It towers 43 metres above the valley side and can be seen quite clearly, dominating the view from Trelawnyd against the backdrop of the Clwydian Hills behind.
I think it's quite beautiful.
The view West from our bedroom window
Its not a great photo but the turbine can just be seen to the right in the distance
The Ukrainian Village lies on the left
The Ukrainian Village
But, I think it's visual impact lies in the fact that is that it is a single white windmill set against a sea of green. A whole "farm" of turbines would be a very different matter, especially as the valley has been deemed an" area of outstanding beauty" by the Welsh Government.
I can see perfectly why Marian Mawr's owner, Alec Morris, has built the turbine. With 300 dairy cattle to milk and with soaring energy costs, he is insuring the future of a large family farm , but the question now arises, just how many of these massive windmills will start to creep into view along the Clwydian Hills and beyond!
I am in the process of marshalling the troops so whilst out for a walk we can photgraph the windmill
Winnie has other ideas
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