Gobbling Binmen & A Walking Dead Avacado!

We had a lie in this morning, only waking up at the noise of the bin men " gobbling " through the field gate at an over excited Bingley.
What is it when a group of men get together ? They turn into overgrown schoolboys.

The Village Conservation Group were all out in force this morning , planting out the communal flower beds and tubs and containers outside the School and Church and will admit that The Trelawnyd Green spaces look quite professionally tended to.
I snapped a quick photo of Animal Helper Pat as she worked on the Church Flower Bed

 The only other bit of gossip I have today is that I am not the only " Walking Dead" fan in the village. The old guy with the bad tempered shih Tzu from the pensioner bungalows pointed at me rather excitedly as I passed him today. At first I thought I'd either left a long roll of toilet paper hanging out from the back of my pants but as he was pointing to my torso, I reevaluated my guess to the fact that he had noticed that my weight loss at the moment is rapidly approaching a stone and a half!
As it turned out, however, he was in fact pointing to the third best Walking Dead T shirt I was wearing ( the one with Daryl Dixon muttering " sorry Brother" before he shot Dale in the head) Apparently he is a big fan and never misses an episode.
I told him he needed a zombie T shirt in order to prove that he was indeed a mega fan.....
He said he would see if he could find one when he was next in the market!

Off to bed...working later

And to finish

The latest in the novelty veg entries

A walking dead avocado!!!!!!!!

Keep em coming

jgsheffield@hotmail.com

A Royal Night Out

Ok two old queens from Trelawnyd going to the cinema may be termed by some as A ROYAL NIGHT OUT , but I am, in fact referring to the Julian Jarrord comedy drama film, which gives a fictional  slant on the VE night out in central London by the present Queen and Princess Margaret.
Apparently the Earnest Lillibet ( Sarah Gadon) and the doe eyed innocent Margaret ( Bel Powley) team up with an RAF deserter, a group of Soho tarts and a royalist gangster with a heart of gold, as they negotiate the drunken crowds in Trafalgar square ....yeah right!
The two leads are perfectly fine with Gadon making a prim but spunky Quuen in waiting and Powley playing Margaret for laughs........but the film doesn't quite work as a piece of storytelling as the movie feels just a series of filmed set pieces rather than a smooth cohesive narrative....with some depth
5/10

Elizabeth and Margaret live it up

The new cinema needs to market itself a little better too
There were only 8 of us in the audience!
Hey ho

Feedback

Sometimes it's nice to receive positive feedback.
Especially if that feedback is given freely  and out of the blue.
And, in my case, at a time that my ebb is at a particularly low point.
After publicising The Trelawnyd Flower Show on facebook, I've had an opportunity to check on old colleagues from my old psychiatric and spinal injury days. Some, I have had a chance to touch base with again which has been lovely, but most that have acknowledged  me as " friends" have  just clicked a button stating that in one moment in time our paths crossed.,..and thats fine.
A hundred or so old faces have given me a "blast from the past"
Last night, a former colleague left me a message out of the blue. She wasn't a friend....I was her boss at the time, and after a decade of separation, I had to think hard to remember her from work.
She told me that I had been a good manager and a good boss and her words of feedback came as an unexpected tonic in this week of heaviness.
Four other old colleagues left their own thoughts afterwards, all nurses that didn't possess the loyal complication of friendship, and it was lovely to be reminded that in a former city life I was once good at something a little more.
I have just re read this blog today and I want to say that I am not touting for more feedback of what a superb specimen of manhood I am..so please no comments saying the same ........
But if you work with someone, and you think that they do a good job........whether they be a junior apprentice or a chief executive
Tell em eh?

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  Jo Tinker I have to agree with the ^^^ comments John, I think I had respect back then, firm but fair & always good for a laugh, we always knew where we stood with you xx

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Novelty Vegetable Entry

I adore this Monster Vegetable entry

In the on line veg Flower Show Competition

Cracking! 

Keep em coming please!

Baby Sitting

This Baby Sitting lark is pretty easy when you leave the baby sitting to 

A fat bitch and a dapper Welsh Terrier

Good News

Last year our local community cinema closed because of bad management and lack of funding.The local council , in this time of austerity felt that it was throwing good money after bad and a certain apathy from the general public saw the Prestatyn Cinema doors shut after only a few years of trading.
Tomorrow the cinema re opens under new management and I have already booked  tickets for the Prof and I and my sister and her husband to see

I have a feeling that the film is going to be shite... But I don't care. The important thing here is to support the cinema's rebirth .
Its a case of use it of lose it.....so locals...please get your arses into gear and SUPPORT THE SCALA!

My friend Bob from the village has his ashes buried in a plot in the graveyard this morning, which I will be attending. He was an old farmer , so I think his family will take some consolation that from " his position" he will be surrounded by horses at the livery stable and the animals on my field.....

This afternoon I am on the school run and babysitting duties with affable despot Jason's girls.....I will get them to prepare  The Prof's evening dinner which is a turkey lasagne...... All kids like to make a mess I have been told..

Jason told me to give them a load of jobs to do...... I'll get Winnie's fanny flannels ready!

24 Hours In A & E

The Prof has gone to bed and I have been watching the channel 4 documentary " 24 Hours in A & E"
One part had me sobbing like a loon, though I knew I was crying more for Meg and less for the lady on tv with the ear infection.
George in his self contained and wise old way has just ambled up to me
He gave me  his typical scottie " arrroooo!"
And climbed into my lap which he seldom ever does
And there he has stayed, offering his fat Buddha tummy for rubbing.
I have a small black Scottish Terrier guardian Angel who has more skills in psychological care than the average psychiatrist

He has the paws AND the heart of a bear

Leader Of The Pack

I wasnt going to blog about dogs again today but the subject seems to have reared its head again
tomorrow's  post, I have promised myself WILL be about something different.....thank you for all of your comments, I have read each one with affection..indeed ....there were so many that blogger could not publish them all in one go!

There are stories aplenty that document the grieving of dogs for other dogs. We have lost four dogs in total, dogs that were clearly part of a pack, but I am yet to see any behaviour in any of the survivors which would make me think that grief was present. Sure the pecking order often changes, and I have seen minor squabbles erupt when power struggles start, but I have never seen a Greyfriers Bobby moment , even though I have perhaps wished for one.
William, was the dog that seemed closest to Meg. They would always lie together and play together and apart from sniffing meg's body briefly after I had laid her down on the floor on Monday morning , he has carried on as normal. Winnie , as I expected , didn't raise an eyebrow over the situation. Meg hated her and Winnie coped with that fact with bored alacrity. So that subtle bitch/ bitch tension has now disappeared from the cottage.
George's reaction, however has surprised me.
For it was George who sat down alongside Meg's body as she lay in the kitchen. It was George who watched carefully as I lay Meg into her grave between the rose bushes in the front garden and It was George who I caught sitting on the Meg's grave this morning after he had taken himself off into the garden as I did the washing up.
Could it be a canine awareness that Meg was around? .......Who knows.
Perhaps it's just familiar smells in disturbed earth that has attracted him
I am not a fan of giving human emotions to animals.
But his behaviour made me stop for a moment, tea towel in hand

George at the bottom of the garden