Nothing

Weekends are generally noisy affairs here in Trelawnyd.
The Prof is quite a loud character.
There is much chatter, clapping of hands and the sound of flat feet on bare floorboards.when he is about
The tv or radio are often on
They sounds too loud for daytime..I always think
Everywhere seems noisy nowadays. Music in shops and bars. Traffic.
Crying babies on planes.
People talking on their smart phones with a shout rather than a whisper
And this is written by a man who is slightly deaf!

The Prof has gone to church after I made a passable roast beef dinner.
and although there is plenty to do,
I have decided to sit in the armchair in the silence of the cottage on this sunny afternoon ......and there is  nothing to hear except the gentle snore of the dogs in the living room and the drone of a lost bumblebee

Bliss

Apples In Church

 It's harvest festival tomorrow and I am down for church cleaning this week, so I made sure that the pews were buffed and that Gaynor the mad organist's stool was polished and gleaming.
The church had been decorated simply with oranges and apples, which was rather sweet....I do so hate it when the odd tin of out of date rice pudding makes its way onto the font
I've said it before but I do rather like cleaning the church. It's silent and calm...and very Zen

 

Anyhow having banged on about friggin Peace and quiet

I returned to the church shortly after with our food contribution for the homeless shelter

The Church ladies were all there decorating further

And one pointedly and rather patronisingly  told me off for not looping the cord on the hoover properly

So much for Zen eh?

On a lighter note

Strictly is back

Anita is a lucky bitch

Children Remember Everything

Children remember everything.

The boy was around eleven . His father never took him out on a one to one basis.
He was just too busy.
It was just not done.
The boy was happy enough for he was part of a big family.

One weekend the boy's mother told the boy that his father would take him out on a nature walk together.
The boy loved wildlife and was quietly excited.
So after lunch they drove into the country and parked in front of a large private house set before it's own small wood.
They got out of the car and the father told the boy to enjoy his walk around the wood, he wouldn't be long as he needed to talk about some business in the house.
The boy took himself back to the car after a short lonely walk.
He sat there in silence for a good half hour before his father returned and they drove home.

Children remember everything that hurt.

Mary Berry Rallies

Carole from Georgia emailed me today and wanted to know how the poorly, bald bummed hen was doing...the one I had wrapped up on the draining board a week back.
Well here she is .....
Looking a little untidy but bright as a button!
And no more wounds!.....she even laid an egg a few days ago

A Friend To Sociability

The view just North of the Village This Morning

 Without having a shop or a post office now, the only true friend to sociability in daytime Trelawnyd is good weather.
During the hours of 8 to 5 the population drops significantly. The twenty or so sullen teens in their skinny legged pants and floppy hair have all been transported to the comprehensives down hill and the working population have driven away in all directions to earn a crust.
Only the retired, semi retired and very young are left.....the population of the village during the day may number around 100.
When it is cold and wet, I will see no one, save for neighbours passing or village elder Islwyn out in his fluorescent jacket .
On a bright air filled day like today, I shall see many Trelawnyd-ites.....
Sunshine lightens the soul and gets people moving.
Conversations in general are perfunctory and polite.
Pippa wanted eggs and agreed that Singapore airport was great for shopping
John Corrigan was congratulated on his show of nasturtiums
And Olwen regaled a short tale of a slight fall out with a neighbour.
Like I said nothing of great significance.
The man from Well cottage came out to make a fuss of Winnifred but she was having non of it
 and I spied Gay Gordon and Big Mary off shopping in a taxi. Big Mary dresses like I do, she always looks as though someone has thrown her clothes at her from a great distance
It's called " The wreck of the Hesperus" look.
I tried to find farmer Basil on our walk as I want to get his hedge cutter to do the field hedges, but I couldn't catch him but I did get a glimpse of Mrs Trellis with blue trotting gently by her side....
Back home satisfied that I have at least spoken to another human being, I've made meatballs and tomato sauce from scratch and a large wartime pan of carrot and coriander soup.
The last remaining apple tree of the old orchard is heavy with apples so I shall strew some later..The Prof loves stewed apple.

The grass needs cutting, I haven't made the bed yet and after a most strenuous bout of bulldog masturbation on the lounge carpet.
I need to give the rug a sponge down with a soapy cloth.........

Dirty girl

Bake Off ( spoilers)

I love the fact that the front runners in " Bake Off" are the former underdogs
With Paul fucking up his French cakes
Nadiya ( she of the strange expressions) and Tamal ( seriously cute medic) are now set up for the final with the rather bland Ian and sweet but ( yawn) Flora as back up....
I'm loving this series

Tits or was it Boobs?

I think I said " tits" instead of boobs
OMG
I can't be sure.......but I think I did
" Tits" is something that shouldn't be uttered in genteel company...it's rather common
" Boobs" is much more wholesome

I've just given my talk on blogging to twenty five members of the " Clwyd NHS Retirement Fellowship" and when reading my blog entry about nursing a spinal injury patient with input of a collegue's phenomenal bosom
http://disasterfilm.blogspot.co.uk/2012/10/leaps-of-faith.html
I am sure I forgot to substitute tits for boobs....
No wonder one stony faced audience member gave me the dead eye!
I think she was expecting a Jane Asher-esque chat about a city nurse making jam in a small welsh village
Oh Dear.....
I read out several nursing based blog entries from years gone by and discussed blogging in general
And of course I suggested that the blog virgins in the audience give Weaver, Yorkshire Pudding, Rachel, etc etc a try...........I even mentioned to the tougher members around the table that they give Tom Stephenson a go, but suggested that they have a small sherry first...

For a three quarters of an hour talk, they presented me with 25£ which I blew on the way home
What did I treat myself to, I hear you ask?
I went to Sainsbury's and bought The Prof a set of new headphones, a warm throw which was reduced in the sale and a pedestal toilet mat!
How exciting!