Thin Lips On High Street

It's  lovely sunny day today and I'm wearing my best scotch egg T shirt!
I have tried to catch up with Flower Show paper work on the kitchen table but keep on getting interupted

Old Trevor next door wanted me to weed one of his flower beds, so I 've done that, then I had to scoot around the Flower Show Committeee to change the date of the next meeting from the 3rd of June to the 2nd because of a double booking.
Auntie Gladys was just serving up a pie and custard pudding to Audrey Jones when I called round to ask her if it was ok to change the meeting ( they were both off to the Friendship Group meeting at the Hall this afternoon)
" this year is my 43rd show" she reminded me as she soaked the pots.

I was walking back home when a very pinched Mz X caught up with me. She wanted to pay me for
some eggs, a payment I had overlooked ever since she had made it perfectly clear that she
was unable to celebrate our marriage back in March . Ever since then I had stopped delivering eggs to
her and like any good middle aged old Queen scourned , I had made it very clear that her dissaproval would not be tolerated by being all prissy and tight lipped.
The payment was made to me and our cool interaction  very much reminded me of two teenage  girls flicking hair at each other over a spat over a boy.........

I laughed at my behaviour all the way home! I can be such a silly sod

BTW (I'm off to slimming World tomorrow.....while I was digging Trevor's flower  bed I burst a seam in my combats!"
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Happy Birthday

Today is my best friend's birthday

Happy Birthday Nu

I love you!

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Thanks to Karen M  for this

Only 5 months to go!

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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"

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

I was just photographing the clematis arch in the back garden when a man in a van turned up with a sob story

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!

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