Going Gently

Eyebrows In Church

We went to my Aunt Margaret's funeral today.
It was well organised with Westlife's " You Raise me up" playing emotionally at the Crem.
The service was held at the local Parish Church which was pleasingly full of mourners.
The new vicar of Prestatyn looks a little like the vicar from Dad's Army , I tell you this just to add a little more colour to the proceedings.

The Prof and I had a pew to,ourselves, and on the way out I fell in line with a very small woman with a shock of white hair. A glimpse of two magnificently drawn on eyebrows made me stop short.
It was my Auntie Joyce
" I thought you were dead" I hissed at her
" Well I'm not" she whispered back somewhat obviously
I hadn't seen her since my mother's funeral over a decade ago

Now auntie Joyce and her hand drawn eyebrows was always a highlight at pre Christmas lunch drinks when I was a child. That is the only time we got to see her, and her eyebrows always made her look if not startled certainly mildly surprised.
Rather affectionately I always referred to her as Charlie Cairoli
Only people of a certain age will know who Charlie Cairoli was.

Auntie Joyce

A Still Place

Where is your still place?
The place where you sit and think.
The place you make lists On pen and paper....or just in your mind.
The place where you drink coffee out of your " special" mug
The place where you write.
The place you can be still.

My place is at the kitchen table. In the mornings it is the brightest part of the cottage.
It feels a cheerful place even though we still haven't got the lino sorted.
The kitchen has three windows.
Opposite, on the outside of the fridge and in my direct line of sight is a snapshot of everyday life here.
A collection of photos and memorabilia which can only be understood by the Prof and I

My still place isn't the field, or the garden or on the top of Gop hill with it's magnificent views over the vale of Clwyd.
My still place is sat at the kitchen table................ looking at the fridge door.

Winnie Thaws

Mary has been bouncy all day.

She has been working on Winifred's Ice cold indifference

with the gusto of an Olympic champion.

Just as things were winding down for the day,

And in the glow of the log burner during The Archers

The two finally made friends on the living room carpet

Life's A Drag

Driving home this morning from work I noticed that the newly re opened village pub ( The Crown) is having a Halloween " do"
Apparently a drag queen with the rather dubious title of Leslie Lush will soon be taking centre stage; no doubt she will be bobbing for apples with the village farmers and trick and treating with Gaynor the mad organist......drag queens and Halloween?
Is it me but it's not a pairing that automatically go together.....I must also add that
I'm not a big fan of drag queens on their own if the truth be told!

I was once punched in the face by a ugly drag queen called Kitty Litter
It was in the Roxy night club on Bootham in York in the late 1980s and I was trying to climb onto a bar stool after a somewhat lively night out with a group of psychiatric nurses, when I slipped and fell into a rather large middle aged " woman" in a sheath white gown, spilling her drink.
She turned around suddenly , and showed a shop worn face pancaked in make up, badly applied lipstick and a noticeable five o'clock shadow.
She looked dreadfully familiar

" Hello Mum!" I chirped up sweetly.
I never saw the fist coming .

Lock Your Doors

The old Well in Well Street Trelawnyd

It was well st and not Welsh Street that the robbery took place

This story appeared in the local paper

Click here North Wales Daily Post

The " Brave Woman" I know fairly well. She's a mom of two and stories about her ordeal have circulated the village like wildfire and have ranged from a tale of how she chased the thief down Well Street to how she was beaten up at the kitchen sink.

Whatever happened , it must have been a terribly upsetting experience and it has reminded us all in this rural part of North Wales to lock our doors at all times.

I think I have been lucky, but I have been the victim of crime on perhaps three occasions in my life.

I've had a cheque book ( remember those?) stolen years ago and the thief tried to use it in a Jewelry Shop where by kismet he was served by my twin sister. An opportunistic thief walked into our sheffield home and walked away with the Prof's laptop and of all things a small Japanese bowl and here in Trelawnyd someone lifted the Prof's old moped during our biggest and most successful Open Allotment Days........But I have never caught someone in the act.

It makes me think just what I would do if I did.

Would I grapple with a stranger to protect our belongings?

In the US, shooting an intruder may seem more acceptable than it would here.

I saw Gay Gordon this morning and he bellowed that any ginger haired sneakthief would get a swift boot up the arse if he caught him rummaging through Big Mary's knicker drawer.

The humour glossed over the fear that such an event has obviously caused him and many of the other locals.

How many of you have been the victim of crime? and what did you do about it?

I would be interested to know.......

JSS - The Walking Dead

From Cookie Queen to hard ass killer

Carol is the pin up of all middle aged men and women everywhere

Played like the most taught of movie thrillers this episode is one of the best episodes EVER from The Walking Dead.
With the alpha fighting population away, Peaceful Alexandria is suddenly attacked by the scavenging murderers, The Wolves. The existing Alexandrians are totally unprepared for such savagery and scores are massacred before Carol turns the tables with Morgan in tow.
Visceral, exciting and technically impressive, The Walking Dead just gets better and better.

Spencer.......weak but cute as a button

Lady Mary

I've hardly had a minute to wipe my arse let alone write a blog entry.....
I had forgotten just how maintenance some puppies can be.

Well Mary is a confident little bundle. She is not shy. She is not nervy and she will need careful handling as she has the potential for becoming rather too big for her boots.
Her grandfather was supreme champion at Cruffs in 1998
So I suspect like Lady Mary from Downton
" It's all in the breeding"
William and George have accepted her immediately. They are taking a somewhat quiet approach to the interloper and she in turn has rather brightly " not pushed things too far"
She head rubbed Albert and has not chased him as yet, but I see he is ready with one paw raised everytime she appears. There will be tears before bedtime , I suspect but that is the way of things.
Winnie , sulked most of last night. Strangely she seems more afraid of the puppy than anything else, and only brightened up after I gave her a rather robust fanny rub with her second best flannel.
She's keeping her distance as you can tell from the video.........
Bulldogs hate change.