The Gnashing Of Gums

Now, I have to put this in my own words, but as far as I can understand it, the Church of Wales has recently been bumping it's gums over the knotty issue of gay marriage.
Over the entire country the Welsh Church dioceses have been " consulting" with their Deaneries, Parishes and with individuals and Bishop Gregory, (who looks a bit like Richard Griffith from the Harry Potter movies) has given his report on the findings from this area.
It makes for an interesting and  rather ambiguous read.
As far as I can see, the Welsh Church is banging on whether to accept gay marriage or not. Ok it has put out feelers towards the patronising and second class offer to bless civil ceremonies in Church ( that's big of them! ) but the general thrust of the discussion is centred around the whole concept of "marriage"
The Bishop recieved two Deanery responses, ten Parish responses and only 15 personal responses and although his exploration of this feedback looked remarkable thorough, I think he and the Church in Wales has missed the point.
GAY MARRIAGE is now the LAW OF THE LAND...plain and simple....and in law I am now a married person.....I have the paperwork , just like any other married person to prove it. The Church HAS to change if it is to survive. If a popular Bishop recieves just fifteen personal responses to this debate , doesn't that tell him something?
Most people are just not arsed with the whole thing....bleeding hell you would get more resonse about changing the colour of the rubbish bins than you would about the Church allowing two poofs to kiss down the aisle......apathy is a big leveller
So Bishop Gregory get real eh?.....Change with the times me old son.......you now use facebook and twitter and you seem like a pretty likable old guy......time to move on to worry about bigger things eh?
Gay is sooooo last season anyway

Link to Bishop Gregory's findings

Old Girl

My old girl is poorly.

The xray showed some sort of  mass on her liver

Her bloodwork may support this.

I've already said no to any surgical input, so it's a change of antibiotics (!)

and a case of watching if things will change in the short term.

She's eaten some chicken but only because the other dogs were begging for it

and now she's asleep.

They break your heart

Tired & Emotional

I feel tired and emotional.....

No I am not pissed,

I am just tired and emotional

A Night shift, no sleep and vet visits are not compatible

So, its been

Another bout of tests

Another bout of results 

Another bout of coxing a poorly old girl to eat 

and a sad feeling that the future is just about all mapped out

Calling All Bloggers

One of last years exhibits 

Calling all bloggers

It's only seven weeks or so until 

THE TRELAWNYD FLOWER SHOW 

So please start sending photos of your novelty vegetable

To me at jgsheffield@hotmail.com

All entries will be hung in the Memorial Hall and judged by our NATIONALLY RENOWNED

veg judge on the day of the show!

The first and second placed photos will be sent a certificate and a rosette award

Oh by the way all bloggers can enter any other class in the show

The arts and crafts and photo competition have always been popular with bloggers in the past

Come on people

Dont let me down!

Ps there is no entry fee for blogger readers
( the classes for the photo competition are
Spring/summer
And
" Relaxation"

http://trelawnydflowershow.blogspot.co.uk

Everything Vintage

Everyday I try and do a " power walk" up the hill lane next to the Gop and around what we villagers call " The Marian" . I usually do this alone as all of the dogs but William are past marching in the heat of a summer's day.
Towards the top of the Hill, high up over Trelawnyd ,sits an estate cottage. For some reason it shrieks 1940 to me , although the cottage is much older.
It is, pure vintage.......and vintage , apparently is the word du jour at the moment.

The Professor sees " vintage" as tat.
I see vintage as " lived in"
The truth, I suspect is somewhere in between.
I'm in the middle of carpet washing this morning and am not getting much done and my last visitor was a hiker and her friend after some eggs, more or less walked into the front door as I was clearing out the log burner.
"Your living room looks like a 1950s film set" the woman chirped up pointing at our vintage lamp and the pre war bookcase.
" vintage is in" I informed her proudly

Old jugs lie everywhere

The pans I use the most are two enamelled pots from the 1940s

Vintage linen in the hall 

Untidy bookcases in the living room and bedroom

Home Fires

 With Downton on hold, itv has decided to bring out the Women's Institute doing their bit in a strangely over populated Wartime English Village. Think of a poor man's MRS MINIVER crossed with a vintage Mary Berry front parlour tea party and bingo you have HOME FIRES down to a tee.
Its bollocks. But its safe, sweet natured, undemanding bollocks.
We have Samantha Bond sparring over the leadership of the WI with frosty knickers- with -a-heart Lady Cameron ( Franchesca Annis) whilst in the background a lesbian Liverpudlian, beautiful farmer girl , nutty butcher's wife and other assorted WI members make jam for the war effort!

Hats off to actress Claire Rushbrook who steals the show as the lumpy battered wife Pat Simms, as the ten million viewers sit and enjoy this pile of tosh every Sunday night, for it is her and not the general village population down in the shelters that the great British public are rooting for.

Smiles and Tears

I have spent most of the morning sorting out carpet cleaners and appropriate food for a knackered old 

Welsh terrier. 

Get one right and I may save money and energy on the other

Anyhow

When I got back the 96 year old " Scone Fairy" had been

as a jar of homemade black currant jam was left tied to the front door knob.

*

Some people smile and laugh when all they want to do is to frown or cry.
Whilst others frown and cry when all they want to do is to smile and laugh.
I met both sorts yesterday and both tugged at my heart just a little.

My friend from the otherside of the village has a group of aged sheep as well as a massive gaggle of hens and with a heavy heart she had to make the decision that the ewes had to be put down. The animals had been housed in a spare stable, safe and comfortable and all together and my friend laughed and smiled as she told me that the deed was to be done this morning.
She smiled and laughed but her eyes didn't sparkle at all

The other friend was Bob's wife, who had hit that dreadful void in grief where the adrenalin which pumps after you have to deal with a death, starts to subside alongside generalised support from friends and family. She called around on a pretext , but needed to talk about how she was feeling.
The tears flowed, as no smile could stop them

People seem to be ashamed of sadness......I think this comes from the fact that miserable people tend to get of everyone's tits!
Now when I say miserable people, I don't mean people who are battling terrible upsets like my two friends above, I mean those unhappy, blood sapping people that are just unhappy with their lot.....and we all know them. Mean spirited, self centred and exhausting.... They give genuinely sad people a bad name

My friends like most people I like are generous of spirit and it was sad to see them so unhappy and lost.

" Groan"

I had a hangover this morning.
A case of too much champagne during the Queen Honour celebrations.
I think I am too old for hangovers. When I was a young nurse, hangovers and early starts went together like  Oscar Pistorious and lying. You just got on and pushed through the tiredness and the nausea, breathed through your mouth and survived by mainlining paracetamol and eating powdered egg from the breakfast trolley.
I also remember oxygen at 8 litres a minute via a facemask often helped with a thundering hangover and on my very early days I was known to very occasionally wash a sleeping patient with an oxygen mask IN SITU
But them were the old days.........

Whats your hangover cure?
I'll make a list...I don't intend to have another