Going Gently

Ireland Says Yes!

On this camp as Christmas Eurovision night where Conchita Wurst has proved herself to be an articulate and rather gracious ambassador for everything sweet natured, and accepting in this world,it is only fitting that the catholic nation of Ireland, in a historic referendum, has voted in gay marriage.
How bleeding wonderful is that!

Bojana Stamenov From Serbia out camps all comers

The big girl should have won over Sweden

Slimming World

I went to my first meeting of slimming world today.
I wasn't nervous. A female dominated situation doesn't faze me much and I knew everyone would be very welcoming.
The " usual " leader wasn't there today, so I had her friendly stand in called Rita.
I liked Rita, she said I would "feel fabulous in a few weeks"
The woman taking the weigh in cackled loudly at that and chirped up rather optimistically " he looks fabulous now!"
I preened.
So I had the pep talk and was given all in the information very professionally. We had a big laugh about " syns" and I rolled my eyes with genuine surprise when she told me that chicken legs ( without the skin on) was a free food!
I filled out the forms, paid my fee and when I joined the weigh in queue I suddenly noticed that the woman behind me was eating a boiled egg!
" I haven't had any breakfast" she explained with a smile when I looked round.
" how many syns is that?" I asked, getting into the lingo
" Oh boiled eggs are free" she told me, a statement which prompted me to ask how many syns were in an average scotch egg! This led to a somewhat lively debate in the line involving four slimmers and the weigh in woman who kept calling me " Sweetie"
No one seemed to know, although one young woman at the back helpfully shared with me the fact that a standard onion bhaji was 5.5 syns!
Like I said everyone was very nice and friendly.....my first weigh in is next Saturday!
Hey ho!

Interbreed Affection

I had to cull the new hen Mrs Muir today. She was off her legs and could no longer walk, so it was a kindness. After I had " done the deed" I sat on the grass reading the news on my Ipad when Max the new cockerel trotted up.

There was method in his madness for the bad tempered field cockerel Moriarty was around, but he surprised me by literally sitting in my lap and letting me rub his head gently.

After a few minutes , I recorded his tame and needy behaviour and if you look closely you can see him closing his eyes in happy bliss

It's a while since I have had a hen so naturally tame....
Funny how some animals cross the line isn't it?

Anyhow as for other love ins between species
Here is a minute " lurve in " between Winnie & Albert this afternoon
This behaviour is a daily occurrence

Eurovision 2015

The Eurovision Song Contest over recent years, seems to have morphed into a wonderful hybrid of professional showbiz extravaganza with a light show and laser technology that would shame Steven Spielberg movie and a political rally for the world's campest audience.
Some of it just needs to be seen to be believed .
I have watched the semi finals in Austria with some renewed interest in the whole shebang, mainly because the BBC fronted the show with a wonderful sarcastic and playful Mel Giecroyc who should, in my opinion host the final show tomorrow night,. Eurovision has found a kindred spirit in her.

Anyhow I think Serbia should win the contest as it's song " Beauty Never Lies" ticks EVERY one of Eurovision's boxes

It has an uplifting message sung by a sassy underdog with a weight issue

It has flags

It has masks

It has the ripping off of clothes,

It has the stereotypical key change towards the end,

It has a camp, dance break,

It has air punching galore

It has lipstick, glitter make up

And it has

an audience who nearly busts a collective bundle of blood vessels

in their excitement

Yes Serbia to win......

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!"
Hey ho