Village Meet ups

Yesterday proved to be somewhat of a hot and sweaty day.
I trolled around the nearby villages of Gwaenysgor, Cwm, Trelogan, Llanasa and Dyserth opening up the village notice boards with my trusty skeleton key and sneaking in  this year's Flower Show Poster for all the world to see.
In Trelogan, one old boy asked me what I was advertising. When I told him, he snorted
" Fuck all happens in this village"
The rest of the day, I went house to house In Trelawnyd dropping off schedules  but I was hampered by catching up with the local news

• German Bernard has cut his thumb rather badly during a circular saw incident. Both thumb and Bernard do not seem to be doing very well.
• Old Stan is recuperating after a " bad do" I knew a " bad do" was a " very bad do" because Stan said " bad do" around a dozen times. 
• Meirion E was planting out an old wheelbarrow with bedding plants when I dropped off his schedule , he growled and laughed like an old pirate
• The new guy who has bought Plas yn dre Ucha ( the House next to Auntie Glad's) waved and asked me if I was the " history Boy" ( Boy! Yeah right) I told him that I was, and he kindly gave me a look into his house which is in the process of being totally renovated. He has a deep voice like Richard Burton and obviously has a love of history and strangely enough of the village itself. And he asked me if I could dig out any information about his  home (which is  one of the oldest houses in the village dating from the early1700s
• Mrs Trellis caught up with me to apologise that she had forgotten my birthday. She gave me a gift wrapped up in pink tissue paper which turned out to be a four inch garden gnome...." Bet you haven't got one of those" she said triumphantly. I told her that "she was right!"
• Affable despot Jason asked me if I could pick his girls up from school today as he would late home....he laughed that it would be a " first for me" and that I would enjoy standing with all the   Other moms and Dads and talk about " fat club" and recipes . I'll take Winnie with me as the girls adore her
• The conservation group was out too clearing the flower beds for the summer planting. This reminded me that the Flower Show Committee agreed to make a donation towards the cost of the shrubs and plants. So I popped to the treasurer's house to pick up a cheque which I handed over....job done!
• Gay Gordon and Big Mary waved merrily from their bungalow window after I had dropped in their schedule....Gay Gordon may enter the boiled fruit cake class, though he said he may have trouble delivering it on his invalid trolley...I said I would collect it

The large building is plas yn dre

A former old school it is now two houses

Its all go

London Road

Back in 2006 actor and journalist Alecky Blythe interviewed the residents of a small Ipswich Road about the dreadful fact that a serial killer lived amongst them. The murderer, Stephen Wright, was responsible for killing five young prostitutes. Prostitutes that may of walked , London Road, the road on which he in fact lived.
The transcripts of Blythe's interviews were a powerful testament to how the prostitutes were viewed by flawed but decent blue collar folk and underlined how the residents of London Road joined together to upgrade and beautify their much maligned street.
Adam Cork, listened to these recordings and set the words verbatim to music. Every pause, every sentence's cadence was kept within the score and the resulting Musical is like nothing I have ever seen before

Thornley and Coleman ( centre)

Its an unsettling, and at times incredibly moving experience which weaves together two incredibly strange stories. One is the resurrection from shame by the ordinary residents of London Road and the other is the ghostly survival of the area's prostitutes, women that were generally despised by the residents themselves.
Olivia Coleman and Paul Thornley standout of the ensemble cast and Anitia Dobson turns up in a brief but necessary comic role as a neighbour who gets tangled up with her shopping bags in the police tape cordon ( a wonderfully clever slap stick moment)
London Road is somewhat of a strange experiment in film making, and is not an easy watch.
But it's a powerful film that packs an incredible punch in the guts
8/10

My Meg

I went to see the first showing  of the movie " London Road" 

Tonight......

I'll review it tomorrow...amazing!

Anyhow I

Thought I would post my favourite photo of Meg before bedtime

She was provisionally diagnosed as having dog senile dementia by the Rosy faced vet today

Hey ho

Yes she WAS asleep ON MY HEAD after I had finished night shift

Chris captured the moment

And yes it was winter so kept my woolly hat on

A Chutney Jar Full Of Shit

I decided to take Meg to the vets after she had the squits at 5 am this morning. After waking me up, I let her squat in the front garden and in a moment of nurse based inspiration I followed her round on my hands and knees collecting a stool sample in an old chutney jar.
Be prepared for anything the vet wanted to know, I thought, even when I was creeping around the garden in my underpants.
I left for the vets after 1pm, after stuffing the jar in my pocket, alongside with poo bags, spare tissues and a list of questions for the vet! Years of  experience with sick animals has made me a little over zealous with items that  " I may need" when away from home.
My vets is 16 miles away from Trelawnyd so finding myself just a little early for the opening time, I stopped briefly at a rather nice tearoom and antique centre to see if I could see something for my Sister Ann's birthday.

The place was full of genteel ladies having tea when I got there, so I had a quick mooch, used the loo and was on my way within ten minutes or so.

The antique Centre

It was the rosy faced Irish vet that saw Meg and I could tell she was impressed when I gave a comprehensive handover of Meg's symptoms. 

After a long physical examination, temperature taking, blood tests and the like, I chirped up that I had a stool sample if she needed one for testing.

The Rosy faced vet raised her eyebrows.......I obviously had every base covered

Only the jar wasn't in my pocket.

Meg's kidney and liver  function proved to be normal and the first port of call is a short course of antibiotics....

Apologies to the good people visiting the Avonwen Antique Centre in Caerwys today.

It might of come as a bit of a shock for some, to find a chutney jar full of shit on the sink of the gents toilets

A Lesson In Avoidance

I've been putting off taking Meg to the vets today and busied myself with rearranging the living room furniture and cleaning up. It's a stereotypical gay man's coping mechanism in avoiding what needs to be done! This morning I went to the shops and bought individual portions of chicken , garlic sausage and turkey slices to tempt Meg to eat and after wafting each tidbit in front of her in an enticing way, I had to admit defeat. The vet surgery didn't open until 2pm so I busied myself with titivating

I scrubbed the paintwork, found £4.58 in change down the back of my armchair and removed the remains of a mummified mouse found under the sofa, so it was nearly 1.30 pm when I eventually finished. I put the feed bowls down for the other dogs, got changed and searched for Meg to be off to the vets.
I found her in the kitchen
Eating the whole of George's dinner.......

With An Olive.,..please

I could just fucking well do with a vodka martini

The ones you get in American Bars that blow your tits  off.

My husband has been over working recently and has slept most of the afternoon away on the couch

covered by Scottish Terrier.

Therefore we missed the cinema and have done bugger all...... but I wont complain......he needed the rest! I know that

Now I am sat with a poorly, pooing Meg on my knee

Watching shit tv

Hubby is in bed with smiling Scottish Terrier

and he's working away all week

Modern lives eh?

Not Even Toast..........

Sunday morning is a time for The Archers omnibus and lunch preparation . Chris is doing something in the Church in Dyserth, William, Winnie , George and Albert are still sleeping in bed and only Meg is downstairs keeping me company. 

She's not well today. She's had the runs overnight and is off her food today. I tried her with the dry toast test this morning and she politely ignored my offering which is a worry.

( Our old breeder always told us that as long as a dog eats dry toast when off their food there is no major things to worry about!)

At eleven , as the Church bell started to ring we had our walk around the village as usual but it was clear that Meg's usual exuberence was noticably absent even though it was warm and sunny

We stopped outside the Ebeneezer Chapel and listened to the tiny congregation belting out their hymns in Welsh before heading home.

I could hear them singing, their natural harmony wafting after me as we working ambled slowly down Chapel Street towards the green.

Ebeneezer Chapel

Chris is working incredibly hard at the moment. Too hard. He was away most of last week and will be away most of the next so I am beginning to feel a little like a war widow.. 

I think that we may go and see a rubbishy disaster movie at the cinema this afternoon

Young Cameron has been busy designing this year's Flower Show poster and posted me his draft just yesterday. He's done a grand job

If anyone would like to start to send me their photo entries 

For the NOVELTY VEGETABLE COMPETITION 

please do

My email is jgsheffield@hotmail.com

Have a good Sunday!

Sweetie

I am not a lover of over familiar people who use the pet names " lurvie" or  " darling" when they address me in public. The regional " up north" references of " me duck" and " love"  never bother me too much as they seem perfectly natural , but its the upclose and too personal " sweetie" that I cannot abide.....
The weigh in lady at fat club calls me " sweetie"
I was going to say something to her at my initial weighing moment, but I was too embarrassed when she told me my weight,
She was very nice to me and dropped her voice so that everyone in the room couldn't hear., so I thought it churlish to pull her up on her " sweetie greetings!"
Today she rolled her eyes theatrically when I stepped on the scales
" 10 pounds loss SWEETIE" she yelled " GIMMIE A HIGH FIVE!"
I got lost in the moment and high fived her without thinking!
I also high fived the leader and the lady waiting behind me.....
I got all giddy!