Flower Show News...more tits please Rachel

I won't go into details but the Flower Show Committee has agreed on the following new changes to our 43 rd Show

  • The Official Opener of the Show has now been chosen given the fact that the vicar has declined the job! After an unanimous vote ( with me abstaining) it has been agreed that Professor Burton will be opening the Show this year. I skyped The Prof with the news informing him that he can sit at his own table with cakes and tea all afternoon......unsurprisingly he has agreed
  • We are having sandwiches in addition to cakes for refreshments! ( it took 30 minutes to discuss this!)
  • Committee Member Terry has challenged me to a " cook off" in the quiche, boiled fruit cake, bread loaf and novelty vegetable classes!....he is still smarting because I whoooped his arse last year.
  • At Auntie Glad's insistence she WILL be having her stall and raffle this year!
  • It was UNANIMOUSLY agreed that the BLOGGER PHOTO COMPETITION FOR BEST NOVELTY VEGETABLE be run again this year as it was so popular in the last show.


  • Rachel's award winning tits from last year's show

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A Committee Of Twelve

The scones have been made and are on the side in Auntie Glad's back larder ready to be buttered for tonight is our First Flower Show Committee Meeting of 2015. This year's show is my ninth and Auntie Gladys' 43rd . It is also my second year totally in charge .
The show committee used to be ruled somewhat by protocol and regulations and in years gone by what the Show Secretary said,  WENT. Today, I would like to say,  I have somewhat of a more relaxed and fun view of role, and the meetings around Auntie Glad's table are noisy, lively and generally good natured affairs.
Our committee consists of 12 Trelawnyd souls.
We have John F who is the laid back Committee Treasurer, who with his white beard and ruddy face looks every inch the sailor that he is. Carol, who lives down our lane, is a favourite muse of our resident " teddy boy "vegetable judge who always insists that she accompanies him on judging day' provides the committee with it's glamour and animal helper Pat, who is a stalwart of the local Women's Institute gives the group some backbone.
Derek and Heulwen from High Street , know everything about the competition and can run the show themselves without any help from me and Ann and Terry, a couple who are always laughing with natural good humour, give the committee it's warmth and fun.
Village matriarch Irene, rolls up her sleeves and works as a long as hard as I have ever done over the Show Weekend and the quiet and diffident Julie from Bron Haul, who has spent many years as a cook, looks as though she will be acting as cookery judge this year for the very first time.
Cameron, our teenage boffin who is in the middle of his GCEs at the moment , is our final associate member. He is responsible for the committee's technical and computer support and designs our publicity posters and is a regular contributor to the show's cookery section.
And so we have twelve.
And Last week , I have put out some more posters around Trelawnyd canvassing for new members
As a group, I feel we need to be welcoming and not inclusive after all new blood keeps the traditional show going
Does it not?
Some of the committee at last year's show

Birthday Girl


There's another birthday in the cottage today as Meg is ten today.
With milky eyes, increasing weight loss, and  occasional incontinence,  Meg seems to be fadingvery fast  in front of our eyes.
She had one of her vague fits last night, the first one in well over 18 months, and is at times very restless and bothered with things.
Yet, in the quiet of the early morning. She climbed up into my lap wanting to see, what I found so fascinating on the ipad

My old birthday girl

Born June 1st 1962


The Prof likes to treat me on my birthday, but I have to be firm that we do things I want to do
rather than things HE wants to do
Shopping is NOT my idea of fun
Anyhow tomorrow we are going to Liverpool tomorrow! 
I have insisted that we go and see the latest Juliet Binoche arty movie ( only showing over the border)
( he's agreed through gritted teeth)
then we will have a bite to eat, 
After that I know we will have a mooch around John Lewis ( ok you HAVE  to compromise don't you?)
Tomorrow night we will go and see my twin sister with a cake!
Fifty fucking three! 
I'll be half a century old plus three
Hey, f&cking Ho!


Bells In The Night


After I qualified as a staff nurse in mental health' I got a job in a prestigious psychiatric hospital in North Yorkshire. The hospital had only seven wards which were all  situated within a beautiful Regency style building in it's own grounds. The wards were carpeted and sympathetically decorated in a period style and  their day rooms filled with comfortable sofas and occasional furniture.
It was a pleasant place in which to work.
I was placed on the mother and baby unit , where seriously ill post partum women and their offspring were admitted for treatment, but most of the other wards catered for acutely mentally ill patients, patients with cognitive impairments and people suffering severe epilepsy..
Staffing generally was very good , but when there was an emergency situation on a ward then an alarm bell would sound and each ward would send a " runner" to help with whatever problem was afoot. No wards were ever locked.
I was telling some of the junior staff this story last night whilst on a break, as a sort of lesson of how Intensive Care is one of the few places in nursing that is probably safest from assault and injury ....things in the early 1980s could be very different!
I remember one night at the hospital when  at around 4am the alarm bell sounded. I was one of five nurses  who responded to the call,
The emergency was on the epilepsy assessment ward , a ward staffed by both general and mental health nurses. On duty were three nurses. A heavily pregnant girl, a young staff nurse just out  of training and an experienced male staff nurse. All three had been sitting in what was essentially a glass box which overlooked the dormitory of patients on two sides.
Out of no where, a powerfully built male patient had suddenly become agitated and  very confused and had hurled himself at the windows of the nurses station. He shattered  the glass with his body, and like an animal he went for the nurses inside. The male nurse hit the emergency buzzer then bolted out of the office to get help, but as he ran, the office door bounced shut , locking the two women inside. The pregnant nurse, with great presence of mind clambered over a desk and jumped through a window into the grounds to safety but unfortunately the patient caught hold of the young female staff nurse before she could flee.
By the time we arrived on the scene a couple of minutes later, the patient had fractured her jaw and had broken her arm as well as biting her badly on the side of the face.
This was the only time , I have been truly frightened at work Over the years I have been personally abused many times by patients and relatives alike. I have been screamed at, shouted at, spat at and in one case threatened with a broken teapot! but this situation with a brain damaged patient and a young helpless staffnuse still lingers long in the mind.
A scary story to share with a group of nurses in the wee small hours of the morning eh?

Guilt



I've just had a dream that I was the nimble girl
The only difference was that I had three balloons!
Hey ho
( i missed my first fat club weigh in today because I'm in between night shifts)

Two Scotch Eggs in my Underpants

This is a postscript to this morning's post.
I got up from a deep sleep at 4.30pm
and looked like the wreck of the Hesperus when I led the sleepy dogs down the
stairs.
Through the window on the front door, I noticed that something had been 
left tied for me around the front door handle, so thinking that Auntie
Gladys had been at work with her scones I opened the door.
There all wrapped up inside a small container 
were two exquisite looking scotch eggs and a card

They were absolutely delicious and tasted like nectar.
Your kind gift has made my day
I sat on the damp grass in the front garden in my underpants and ate them both
with my eyes shut!
Thank you

One of the eggs waiting to be scoffed!


What Do You Do When You're Sad?

I've been feeling somewhat sad over the last few days. I'm not unhappy, but I do feel sad and it's not like me at all. I am tired, which doesn't help. Meg, like many old  dogs, seems to be unsettled and restless overnight, and more floor puddles have been appearing in the middle of the night despite a late toileting regime .
I am working nights this weekend which doesn't help either!

When I am sad, I regress to a place of comfort. Some people eat ( I'd kill for a scotch egg just now) others sit in the pub...but for me....comfort comes from the movies. Escapist, stories of other lives and adventures.


My lonely teenage years 
Was filled with big action fantasy high camp disaster movies!

It's a habit that has served me well over the years!

The film of choice today would have been " Jurassic World" dinosaur mayhem and the delightful Chris Pratt with his dimples could have been the ideal panacea a wet Friday's blues but the soddin film doesnt come out until the 15th of June so I had to made do with an online troll for something interesting.

Chris Pratt and big dinosaurs! Bliss!



What I found was a sweet little indie film called " Pitstop" a film that scooped a whole lot of awards from several international film festivals over the last couple of years.
Pitstop tells the story of two middle aged gay men living in the same backwater Texan town. Gabe ( Bill Heck) is a carpenter who lives a quiet existence with his ex wife and daughter. As his wife  now best friend ( Amy Seimetz) embarks on a tentative relationship with a co worker  Gabe's closeted gay life leaves him feeling increasingly lonely as he mourns the loss of a failed relationship with a married man.
Meanwhile across town we see factory worker Ernesto ( Marcus DeAnda)  who finds himself in the death throws of a relationship with the much younger and directionless Luis.
Through a set of understated and not fully explained scenes, the two men lead very drab and
unfulfilled lives , and don't actually meet up together until the very last quarter of the movie, after they hook up on the net. It is only then, quite unexpectedly, that the film suddenly seems full of  hope for the couple who  find themselves part of something that could become rather special.
8/10

What do you do when you're sad?
Answers on a postcard