3am

It's 11.30 am and I have only been up an hour!
I feel muzzy headed and am drinking ginger tea out of my favourite American coffee cup!
( it doesn't feel quite right not having proper coffee)
I was up at 3 am and finished a SAMS shift at 7am, so me and dogs went back to bed for a while.
I woke up realising that Mary now needed a fragrance boosting fanny flannel as she has now synchronised her period with Winnie as many females often do when living together ( or so Gay Gordon told me...and he should know)
Multiple fanny flannels on the go !  ....the Prof will have apoplexy

I was tempted to write a blog about my favourite food (as in  Cro & Rachel's blogs) but couldn't be arsed......there would be too many to choose from on my " favourite side" to make any dramatic impact.

I will leave you with an observation...... At 3ish this morning , I was driving through a rather nice suburb of Rhyl called Rhuddlan and had just passed the roundabout when I spied a man on the grass verge having a poo underneath a tree. 

I will leave you with this troubling image ......

What Is Your Best Friend Event?

Who do you spend time with when you want some friendly time?
I don't mean people here.
We all have a best friend who you can laugh and cry with ....no ...I mean who is your best friend when it comes to your own company?
If that statement leaves you scratching your head .let me explain with an example.
My oldest best friend has always been the cinema.
With the Prof talkng research and eating Swedish meatballs all week, I shall be having some sneaky indulgences at the " flicks"
Today it is Eye In The Sky with Helen Mirren, yesterday it was Midnight Special with the strangely attractive Joel Edgerton. Tomorrow afternoon I got the last seat in the Theatre Clwyd showing of Spotlight. 
Escapism a la Hollywood for sure but beggars can't be choosers .....art house foreign movies are not thick on the ground in North Wales.
I will indulge myself with some film reviews tomorrow.
I love movie going in an afternoon. I love near empty cinemas, I love to go alone . I love not speaking with anyone else and I love to get there early without the palaver of clamouring for a seat.
If any of you ever see me in my cinema seat on a rainy afternoon , leave me the fuck alone ...
I'm having fun

What is your " best friend" event?
Answers on a postcard please.....

Old Photos

I have not done alot to blog about today. I've disinfected the goose house out, I've piled high the kitchen table with paperwork that needs sorting through and I've been to a cheap showing of Midnight Special .oh , and I called in to check on Auntie Glad with a waitrose Cherry cake but didn't stay long as she was baking.
I also unloaded the car of some framed family photos, which was given to me by my sister in law. She has downsized since my brother's death back in 2011 and she thought I may like some of my side of the family photos. " There's a nice one of you and Janet ( my twin sister) in the collection" she noted.
I sorted through the photos on the kitchen table and found the photo she was referring to. It was taken in 1973

I hate this photo.

I remember it being taken very well indeed for it was taken by the local newspaper's photographer on The evening of November 5th, Bonfire Night.
My sister and I look both look cold. We were and it was and I must say I look rather pissed off.
I was very pissed off as I recall....I was livid.
As you can see my father is wearing his chain of office.He was chairman of the Borough council at the time, and as I recall, my sister and I had been trundled out to be photographed on one of his civic do's.
Even at the age of  eleven this " cosy family publicity shot" really stuck in my craw.

Peace Reigns

Finally the cottage is still, a snapshot post for The Prof x

William asleep under a cushion

The women of the cottage Mary and Winnie ( both in season)

Fast asleep!

Albert

Old George missing daddy Prof

Snapshots

A rare treat....I've just had breakfast in bed.
I think it's a thank you for me agreeing to take him to the airport today!
The Prof will chatter to himself from waking
Here's a snapshot of of the Prof's one sided conversations which fill the cottage on mornings like these .
( Remember I do not generally speak before 10 am)
" The eggs are broken..someone ( namely me) has been over scraping the pan's bottom AGAIN!"
" YOU'RE GOING BACK!" ( a regular comment bellowed at the naughty Mary)
" WHAT DO YOU WANT?" ( a regular comment bellowed at Winnie when she offers him one of her deadpan expressions
" THIS PLACE IS A MIDDEN " 
" I HAVE TOO MUCH TO DO!!!!!!!!!"
and the best in this morning's bunch......

" I 've TOLD YOU BEFORE....... DON'T LEAVE THE SUGERLUMPS BOWL  ON THE TABLE! ALBERT FARTS ON IT!" 

The Prof looks worried....I'm driving him to the airport!!

The Cloister Garden

Some places are spoilt by the presence of people.

I thought this profound thought today when we walked into the cloister Garden of Chester Cathedral this afternoon. 

The small square pond, the arching sculpture with the magnolia tree behind, the ancient leaded windows.....all spoilt by the thunderous woman with the baby filled double buggy and a couple of old queens loudly eating their sandwiches on the only bench. 

Tis a pity, 

The cathedral would have felt so much more serene without the people

X Rated

I bumped into affable despot Jason this afternoon.
This is a rare event for Jason is a self proclaimed hibernator who really only shows his face during the warm, sunny days of Spring and summer.
He looked well with his Cary Grant smile and floppy hair.
He's the nearest thing Trelawnyd has to a pin up.
Jason told me that at school daughter Eve's teacher had been discussing " blogs"
Eve apparently chirped up that her "friend" John wrote a blog about the village and suggested that the teacher looked for Going Gently on her laptop.
The teacher coughed uncomfortably and told the children that they would perhaps skip over this particular example of on line blogging as she had already looked at Going Gently ( presumably over a custard cream at break time)
" There's a bit too much swearing in it" she explained.

Winnie The Heroine

I dare you to watch this video of Mary abusing Winnie

And not have admiration for the never ending capacity of bulldogs to cope with

Adversity!