No news day today.
Mary has worked out just how the catflap works and is making it her mission to abuse it
But that's about it
I'll post a sweet photo in lieu of anything exciting
Bloody Mindedness
The Prof will hate me saying this, but he has been nominated for the Welsh RCN " Nurse of the Year award" How good is that? Now he has not worked as a clinical nurse for decades, so choosing academic research rather than bedpans has been his way of making a difference within nursing.
He's good at it too.
So today, he is on the way to Cardiff with his dinner jacket. I did have the opportunity of going too but puppies need babysitting........I hope he's prepared his best Kate Winslett nominees face.
Anyhow before I dropped him off at the station, he mentioned that scotch egg that I found yesterday.
" They are not the healthiest things in the world" he commented
" I know.....but I've only had two in the past month" I confessed.
The Prof gave me the Roger Moore eyebrow look.
I dropped him off at the station wishing him luck , then drove around to tescos, quick sticks, and in my pyjama bottoms and coat , I ran in and bought a sneaky two pack!
Hey ho
OMG OMG OMG!
It's been a grotty average wet autumn day today
A grotty horrible day
Until..........
Until I found one frozen sainsbury's scotch egg
Stuffed down the side of the fridge freezer!
Oh joy
Now
Do you know how quickly you can defrost a scotch egg?
3 hours 10 minutes
But only when you perch it next to the radiator
Fan, fanny-tastic !!!
Fan, fanny-tastic !!!
You can have the turkey but touch the scotch egg and you die
The dinosaur egg in the garden
The Prof had finished off the last of the bread and eggs for breakfast and we are out of milk, so in the tail end of Storm Barney , William and I braved the elements to walk the two miles to the garage shop for provisions. I especially needed to get cheese, as William is on antibiotics and cheese is the only thing that will mask the tablets.
Trelawnyd was deserted in the rain and gales. I noted that Gay Gordon is now flying the Welsh flag again outside his and Big Mary's bungalow. I half expected the French Tricolor to be fluttering on his flagpole......but I guess they are hard to come by in Flintshire.
William had already finished his tablet and cheese sandwich by the time we got home, and I hardly had got my coat off before there was a knock on the kitchen window. It was a group walkers who were after eggs and they were disappointed that I had none for sale.
Before they moved on, one woman pointed to something in the garden. " I like your ornamental egg" she said
" It's a real dinosaur egg" I replied quickly,
" IS IT?" She asked , somewhat astonished that I may have a real fossil nestled in the herbaceous border.
" yes....I bought it in a dinosaur specialist auction in London many years ago"
She looked impressed and didnt see me wink at her friend with the woolly hat and ski poles next to her " Was it expensive ?" She asked
" a few hundred ....." I replied " that was cheap at the time " and she nodded with a solemn " really" before walking on.
I couldn't be bothered to tell her that I had bought it for a pound from a car boot sale in Sheffield thirty years ago.
The Randa girls were not so gullible last week
Liv pointed to it when we arrived back from school and I gave her my dinosaur spiel.
Liv's eyes went very round but six year old Eve broke the bubble
" He lies" she sang out "I've already checked that egg has a flat bottom!"
My Husband
I understand that Going Gently isn't quite like most blogs because it follows the loose narrative that is my daily existence. I can't apologise for that, for that the way the thing has evolved , the only down side is that sometimes the entries can be somewhat pedestrian in nature. Bear with me.
Yesterday I had the car because it was vet visit day for William. Our vets is a country practice located in a busy and very Welsh market town 17 miles away. The surgery doesn't open until 2pm so I stopped at the butchers to buy a homemade scotch egg ( incidentally the same butchers that processed our pigs) and shared it with William in the waiting room at 1.50 pm.
(He prefers the sausage meat and allows me to keep the eggy middle for myself)
I always get to the vets early, as I hate to get in that bunfight of waiting behind a load of people that think their baby is better than yours.
The George Clooney and Russell Crowe vet were not on duty, so we were seen by the Bridget Jones vet who gave William a detailed examination and charged me a fortune for a steroid injection, antibiotics and some antifungal shampoo. I kept some scotch egg aside to give him when Bridget checked his anal glands. It kept him quiet.
Anyhow as we left the now packed waiting room a middle aged man stood up with a smile and extended his hand to shake mine. I had no idea who he was, nor did I recognise his smiling wife who was sitting next to him with a small poodle on her knee.
" Did your wedding go well?" He asked and seeing my sudden confusion quickly added his name with the added explanation " you admitted me to ICU in February "
It was typical of meeting someone that you have only seen once before in a completely different situation as I only vaguely recognised him, so I smiled broadly and shook him warmly by the hand.
I told him that he looked well and so he did.
It was then I remembered him. He had been very poorly but chatty when he came under our care , and in passing, in a way of reducing his anxieties, I had told him a little about the wedding plans. I looked after him for around eight hours.
" So the day went well? " the man said and I replied " It was the best day"
The couple smiled together and the man said easily " And that is how it should be .....give our very best to your husband"
I think it was the genuine easiness of the remark that pleased me the most. Genuine easiness and genuine interest. I have a new husband and a relative stranger celebrated the fact with no edge at all.
Yesterday I had the car because it was vet visit day for William. Our vets is a country practice located in a busy and very Welsh market town 17 miles away. The surgery doesn't open until 2pm so I stopped at the butchers to buy a homemade scotch egg ( incidentally the same butchers that processed our pigs) and shared it with William in the waiting room at 1.50 pm.
(He prefers the sausage meat and allows me to keep the eggy middle for myself)
I always get to the vets early, as I hate to get in that bunfight of waiting behind a load of people that think their baby is better than yours.
The George Clooney and Russell Crowe vet were not on duty, so we were seen by the Bridget Jones vet who gave William a detailed examination and charged me a fortune for a steroid injection, antibiotics and some antifungal shampoo. I kept some scotch egg aside to give him when Bridget checked his anal glands. It kept him quiet.
Anyhow as we left the now packed waiting room a middle aged man stood up with a smile and extended his hand to shake mine. I had no idea who he was, nor did I recognise his smiling wife who was sitting next to him with a small poodle on her knee.
" Did your wedding go well?" He asked and seeing my sudden confusion quickly added his name with the added explanation " you admitted me to ICU in February "
It was typical of meeting someone that you have only seen once before in a completely different situation as I only vaguely recognised him, so I smiled broadly and shook him warmly by the hand.
I told him that he looked well and so he did.
It was then I remembered him. He had been very poorly but chatty when he came under our care , and in passing, in a way of reducing his anxieties, I had told him a little about the wedding plans. I looked after him for around eight hours.
" So the day went well? " the man said and I replied " It was the best day"
The couple smiled together and the man said easily " And that is how it should be .....give our very best to your husband"
I think it was the genuine easiness of the remark that pleased me the most. Genuine easiness and genuine interest. I have a new husband and a relative stranger celebrated the fact with no edge at all.
TWD EP 6
It introduced another well organised and threatening set of baddies
And it reminded the audience that Daryl needs to set up his own stress free community as underneath the greasy hair , he remains a real sweetie.
Not much else happened....hey ho
whoops
Have you ever sent an email to the wrong person at the wrong time?
I did on Saturday night.
My best friend Nu often emails me a quick note via her phone on a regular basis
It's often an exclamation about a situation or a play or a film she has seen and it is something we have done for years.
Saturday night, well after 11pm I received this
With this
I did on Saturday night.
My best friend Nu often emails me a quick note via her phone on a regular basis
It's often an exclamation about a situation or a play or a film she has seen and it is something we have done for years.
Saturday night, well after 11pm I received this
Brooklyn 9! Kinky boots 8.5, Lady in the van 8.5!Immediately I replied
With this
Nancy would have given Brooklyn a 10Going to see " van " tomorrow if shitty botty allows xxx
( just in way of explanation Nancy was Nu's mother and fan of anything Irish)
Anyway, I had failed to highlight Nu's email and sent the email to the very dry Health and safety representative of the local Samaritan Branch.
A few minutes later I recieved this brief email
Have you ever sent the wrong email to the wrong person?This correspondence is NOT for me
Answers on a postcard
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