Going Gently

Smartening Up

Today I have been asked to review my clothes rail in the joint wardrobe .
I suspect this request for some order and rationalisation is a product of the Prof's need for expansion.
His rail of clothes resemble something worthy of Imelda Marcos.
So I took a look at my clothes with a critical eye.

A fair few dozen t shirts ( 6 walking dead themed ones amongst them)
Five decent shirts
Five pairs of trousers without stains
Four pairs of trousers with stains ( usually bleach, ingrained coal or field grass/muck)
A couple of pairs of trousers with a 34 inch waist ! ( I cant get them on over one thigh)
Various woolly jumpers, sports tops, and sweat shirts ( bought between 1990-2000)
One corduroy jacket
One dinner jacket and shirt ( pristine)
Various nurses uniforms
One grandad shirt from 1983
One single red velvet tie
and
One white T shirt with a scotch egg on the front.

I took a long look at the last item.....and sighed...
I can't wear that at the next University cheese and wine nibble-fest

Desmond

Desmond is wreaking havoc across Wales and Northern Britain.
Here in Trelawnyd the wind is very strong, so much so that one gust has elicited a single
" ding" from the Church bell, something I have never heard before.
The sheep took themselves down to the lowest portion of the field yesterday and have stayed there ever since with their bottoms facing into the wind.
The remaining hens disappeared into the hawthorn hedge leaving the geese unbowed by the gales, and after a windswept walk we, the cotage folk, are all hunkered around the fire eating cheese and biscuits whilst watching ET
Its a day for hiding away at home.

The Slippers Of Sex ......RIP

I don't quite know what's been going on when I am at work

But The Prof's " Slippers of Sex" seems to have been given a bit of a battering by Winnie recently.

I am not sure if Kit Hopkins can save them

She's a dirty old bitch

Winnie that is...not Kit Hopkins!

Blasts From The Past

I bought an original paperback copy of Watership Down yesterday from a seller on ebay.
The seller described the book as a " blast from the past" and remined prospective buyers of it's wonderful original 1970s cover illustration.
I remembered the cover very well, the paperback was one of my most treasured possessions as a child, and the whole thing triggered a sort of mental game of collecting visuals from a ten year old's memory.

Dickie Davies introducing wrestling at 4pm Saturday Afternoons

speaks for itself

Food and drink of the 70s

Adventure Novels

Walls waifers

Prestatyn High Street

Jennifer Jones

Crowded Prestatyn Beach ( deserted now)

1970 caravan holidays ( gawd help us)

Tv 's " Magpie

Lead and plastic toy farm animals

Well Done Prof!

I saw this shot on the Professor's twitter page.
The caption read " Having a sneaky sleep with Albert"
It amused me.
The Professor, like all successful academics seldom has " down time" He is constantly working and when he's not working, he's thinking and planning work.
It can be an exhausting, never ending vocation.
And so it's lovely when you see that all of his hard work has paid off like it did yesterday, for yesterday the Prof was appointed as the new " Head " of the entire School of Healthcare sciences at the University

I'm very proud of him and his strength of character when it comes to work, but his world at the University remains a bit of a mystery to me in many ways, but I always say to him ( with my tongue firmly put into cheek)
That I am the " wind beneath your wings"

Luv it

I'm having a glass of wine as I make a Christmas pressie list

I would love this if anyone can find it!

Sitting With Nelly

In 1979 I worked as a bank clerk in The National Westminster Bank in Rhyl.
It was a time when the " computers" were vast piano sized monstrosities hidden away in back room " machine rooms" and whereas now the branch has a staff of six or so, then there was a team of perhaps thirty people.
My first week there I was told to sit with Nelly.
It's seems an archaic, old fashioned system now, what with on line tutorials, mentorships and in service training, but it worked. You sat with a person " doing the job" and you watched.
Simples.
I have adapted this system with Mary, and apart from her habit of Winnie baiting , it seems to be working well.
The Nelly's are George and William. Two old dogs that refuse to be baited. Every night, when Mary is placed back into her crate in the kitchen, one of the dogs will be bedded next to her so every night we are not subjected to howling barks of a puppy feeling neglected.
Mary is walked alongside George, who is pedestrian and calm and when she is particularly overactive one sharp bark from him is all that is needed for her to back off and calm things down.
Old dogs teaching new tricks.
Mind you the " teachers" need their own break from time to time and this morning was a case in point. The overnight baby sitter was William last night. At 6 am, after their first walk, George took over baby sitting duty in the kitchen and William was allowed to have a break
And this is where he went.........