Going Gently

Kent Bound

I swear organising the Olympics is easier

William has just been taken to the kennels grinning to himself like a loon and on the way back I picked up a cat loving but dog hating friend who is cottage sitting for us when we are away.

She will have Albert all to herself for a few days

( I have not warned her about his regular bunny killing)

Cameron , the teenage boffin has been well versed in poultry care, the neighbours are all in back up mode

And John the Flower Show Treasurer is on hand to answer any of your Flower Show queries

See

http://trelawnydflowershow.blogspot.co.uk

for contact numbers and info

Its 22.02 pm and I have just sat down . After a 13 hour shift, I have just taken Winnie and George down to their respective babysitters in town who will love em and pet em over the next week.
Winnie, hyperventilated and thundered around Norma's house in her usual stress head style..... Thankfully Norma is a bulldog fanatic and reassured me that they would sleep together if it is necessary to reduce any homesick nerves.......so Winnie's bloody well fallen on her feet!
George, I took to my sister's house and he somehow knew that I was going to leave him so became incredibly clingy when I tried to go.....he is still rather needy since Meg died........but he's in good hands.....it was sad to see him look so upset!
William goes to the kennels tomorrow..........
Hey ho xxx
Ps. The cottage is so quiet without them all..... No snoring from the kitchen

People Watching

I am working all day tomorrow and as we are off to Kent on Sunday, after work , I will be taking Winnie and George to their babysitters in Prestatyn. Winnie is off to a friend who adores bulldogs ( I have told her to hide her own slippers of sex) and George is off to my sister...hence my Saturday blog will be run tonight!

An award winning Novelty Veg( love the flat cap)

From the Prestatyn Flower Show

I did a stint of four hours on the gate of the Prestatyn Flower Show today... and the great British public didn't fail to make me smile somewhat wryly when they were asked for the £ 1.50 entry fee.

Crabby Old Lady : " HOW MUCH?"
Me : " Just £ 1.50"
She slammed 50p on the table " I only want to go in for 20 minutes"
Me: " It's still £1.50"

Another Crabby Old Lady " Do pensioners get in cheaper?"
Me :" No "
Crabby Old Lady " I've been coming for years, we have attended every show since 2000?"
Me: " So you've been entertained by us for 15 years then !"
Crabby Old Lady " errr yes!"

Middle Aged Soak : " Do you have a beer tent?"
Me : " No but you could win a bottle of wine in the raffle"

Boy of seven " Have You a bouncy Castle?"
Me : " fraid not...but we do have a pirate party"
Boy " that's for babies"
Me: " Pirate babies!"

Woman: " where is the flower tent?"
Me: " It's the first tent to your left"
Woman : " do they sell cactus plants?"
Me : " no "

Man from Manchester " i've lost my wife"
Me " Where did you leave her?"
Man from Manchester " Poundland!"
Me :............speechless

Yes great fun! If you are local and want anice day out tomorrow...go and have a look! And note
I got a first in the basket of vegetables and third place in the herbs !
Hey ho

A Physical Grief

I don't find physical contact with loved ones that easy. It is the product of growing up in a household that didn't hug or show affection unless several large gins were involved.
That may surprise some who imagine me to be a big huggy type of guy.
Now, strangely enough, I AM tactile at work and can give physical comfort without any difficulty, but it is a skill I have had to learn and become good at.
I guess we are all products of our childhoods.
For almost every night for the past ten years, a small Welsh terrier forced physical contact from me with all the tenacity of a limpet. While the other animals slept in their own corners of the cottage and as The Prof sat in his own arm chair with a book or with some work, with a need bordering on obsession Meg would have to lie in the crook of my arm, or on my legs or even on my head and only then, would she settle and sleep, with the peace of a baby in her mother's arms.
Like I said..this happened every day for a decade.
Without her my body's muscle memory feels bereft and strangely unsettled.....and last night I found myself holding a cushion under my arm, as if Meg was still around, still and asleep in her usual spot.
Grief is an odd experience.....and the physical grief for a needy little dog in a person who doesn't find touch that easy is odder still.....

The Ladies of Trelawnyd Come Up Trumps!

It's the Prestatyn Flower Show tomorrow and because of the odd weather they seem to be short in the " vase of flowers" class. My sister and the show secretary, Ann Williams B.E.M. (!) asked if I could boost the entries with one of my own..but as my garden is lacking a bit of colour....I rang around the village and this is the result

Ladies always step up to a mini crisis

Seduced In Sainsbury's

Della, who reads Going Gently , works on the deli counter in Sainsbury's .
She caught sight of me this morning pushing my trolley, gave me one of those " yoooohoooo" lady calls and waved a premium scotch egg in my direction.
Not fair!
It was like a snake hypnotising a rabbit

I had one wrapped immediately.
How's that for will power......?
and ate the bloody thing between the toilet rolls and washing powder aisles ( don't worry I paid for it)
and must admit that I was disappointed ......it was dry as a nun's chuff
That will teach me.

I'll leave you with some more International veg entres.....