After School Activity- Blowing Goose Eggs
We collected goose eggs after school today
And before painting them
Liv and Eve were taught to blow them
Messy garden fun
Tits Up
Unsurprisingly almost every job went tits up, albeit in a small way........this is the way of the world
Camilla looking mighty pissed off
After this I picked up George from the pet superstore groomers and he pissed like a horse up the glass of the guinea pig enclosure on the way out.
He's ten today too, so as a birthday gift the groomer manager gave him a wrapped bag of small dog biscuits....more about them later!
We then drove to tesco in order to return a carpet cleaner I had hired but I had forgotten the code of the door lock of the stand it came from and couldn't therefore put the bloody thing back. The
supermarket was very helpful even though it was a different company who ran the stall and they allowed me to use their phone to finally locate someone in customer services to help me but I was all hot and bothered by the time I had got rid of the soddin machine.
I was good however and didn't succumb to an emergency scotch egg in order to calm my nerves but I did buy George a small packet of garlic sausage he could eat in the car before I went to the Nat West to do some banking for the Prof.
There was a long queue at the bank so I thought I would fill in the cheque stub while I waited, so I pulled the cheque book out of my overstuffed pockets and promptly pulled the bag of dog goodies out scattering the lot all over the floor!
The queue did one of those typically British things and ohhhhhhed and arrrhhhhhhed a lot as I went very red but at least one man and a middle aged woman started to help me pick them up as another younger woman said to her toddler son " oooohh the man's dropped all his sweeties!"
The toddler promptly picked up the nearest " sweetie" and horrified, I yelled rather too theatrically
" THEY'RE DOG BUISCUITS!!!!!!!!" at the mother just incase the little sod tried to eat one
This initiated another set of ooooohh's and arrrhhhhh's from the queue!
George looking very smart, he's ten today!
This afternoon I have pruned the honeysuckle from around the front door and fell off the garden chair I was using as a ladder when the postman arrived with a package.
" You've got to be careful with D I Y ," he said helpfully " more people are killed in falls at home every year than they are on the roads! "
I scowled....but he carried on chearfully
"Another pressie from one of your blog fans?" He said handing over the parcel
As it turned out the parcel was filled to the gunnels with homemade hearts...a gift from my father in law's friend June, who made them for me to sell at the flower show......a very kind gesture.......
Thank you june
One of the nicer things to happen to me today
Hey ho
Slings And Arrows
I was speaking today with someone who let slip that he has not spoken to his son in four years.
I didn't ask why, it wasn't my place even though I was sort of interested to know just how bad a slight could have caused such a rift.
When asked if the falling out was truly a permanent thing, I was greeted with a rather lacklustre "probably" as a reply.
I didn't explore the subject anymore.
I just couldn't be arsed.
I have never really fallen out with anyone on this drastic a level. True there are people I cannot be arsed with, but that is usually a result of them being in someway irritating , boring or homophobic.
The older I get, the less I can be bothered with fools as I see them, so ignoring them is the best option
Ignoring someone is not holding a grudge.
There is limited anger in the action.
A few years ago now, I spoke to someone who is a talented cook. I suggested quite sweetly that they enter a particular item in our flower show's cookery section and was surprised to hear a somewhat angry reaction of " I shall NEVER enter that show"
I didn't react to the comment, though I would have loved to have done so....for that brief reply held a myriad of set of emotions. A slight, an anger of being crossed...something I was not really privy to. I recalled that the person involved had never in recent years walked into the show itself even though they lived in the village for an age....
I thought about this one day and discussed it with the Prof when we were out joyriding in the Berlingo.
"I wonder what the slight was?" I mused. " Perhaps it was an upsetting second place certificate for a previous well loved recipe " "Perhaps there was a falling out over a particularly lurid flower display?"
I put various scenarios to the mega brain in the passenger seat.....
He raised a Roger Moore eyebrow as I banged on
"what do you think could be the reason for them not even entering the show?" I asked him finally
The Prof sighed
" Have you ever thought that they simply might not like YOU?" he said
I laughed......and thought
"fair Comment"
I didn't ask why, it wasn't my place even though I was sort of interested to know just how bad a slight could have caused such a rift.
When asked if the falling out was truly a permanent thing, I was greeted with a rather lacklustre "probably" as a reply.
I didn't explore the subject anymore.
I just couldn't be arsed.
I have never really fallen out with anyone on this drastic a level. True there are people I cannot be arsed with, but that is usually a result of them being in someway irritating , boring or homophobic.
The older I get, the less I can be bothered with fools as I see them, so ignoring them is the best option
Ignoring someone is not holding a grudge.
There is limited anger in the action.
A few years ago now, I spoke to someone who is a talented cook. I suggested quite sweetly that they enter a particular item in our flower show's cookery section and was surprised to hear a somewhat angry reaction of " I shall NEVER enter that show"
I didn't react to the comment, though I would have loved to have done so....for that brief reply held a myriad of set of emotions. A slight, an anger of being crossed...something I was not really privy to. I recalled that the person involved had never in recent years walked into the show itself even though they lived in the village for an age....
I thought about this one day and discussed it with the Prof when we were out joyriding in the Berlingo.
"I wonder what the slight was?" I mused. " Perhaps it was an upsetting second place certificate for a previous well loved recipe " "Perhaps there was a falling out over a particularly lurid flower display?"
I put various scenarios to the mega brain in the passenger seat.....
He raised a Roger Moore eyebrow as I banged on
"what do you think could be the reason for them not even entering the show?" I asked him finally
The Prof sighed
" Have you ever thought that they simply might not like YOU?" he said
I laughed......and thought
"fair Comment"
Ann Susan Walkden-Williams B.E.M.
My Sister Ann with the British Empire Medal
She was given it for services to Prestatyn
The venue Soughton Hall
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| On behalf of the Queen the Lord Lieutenant of Clwyd presented her with the medal |
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| The family photo |
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| posing for photos |
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| Mother and proud son |
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| Lord Leutenent, proud husband, The Prof and sister Janet |
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| Cream Tea afterwards..very nice |
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| Sister Janet and The Prof |
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| Siblings (Note I am wearing a tie) |
I must say we as a family are incredibly proud of her achievement
Her parents, grandparents, mother in law and Brother would be very proud too
To The Queen and Empire
This afternoon we are off to watch my sister receiving her British Empire Medal.
Later in the year she will enjoy the surroundings of Buckingham Palace at the " official" tea party event, but today is the day her family can watch her " getting the medal pinned" so to speak....I will post photos of the event later this evening!
This is a photo of the village Welfare committee circa mid 1950s three of the committee are still with us. Bryn Davis ( I am not quite sure which one he is..apologies to Bryn for that) Auntie Gladys of course can be smiling her chirpy smile far left on the bottom row and second from the left on the top row is Islwyn Thomas ( no not the village elder Islwyn but the "older village elder" Islwyn ) I saw Older Village Elder Islwyn this morning, just before he drove out of the village for his lunch. He has just celebrated his 94 th birthday and was looking very chipper.
I told him we were going to Soughton Hall to see Ann get her medal
He reminded me that a million years ago one of the village ladies received a British Empire Medal.
The recipient was the formidable Miss B A Jones, the tough- as- nails village school mistress, charity worker, church organist and all round paragon of virtue. To the villagers she was known as Bessie " Bryn Teg" and on the Welfare Committee photo she is third from the left on the bottom row.the one with the Nazi gloves and the thin lips.......not a lady to be trifled with.
I will post some more informal photos of our own British Empire Medal winner a little later.
Later in the year she will enjoy the surroundings of Buckingham Palace at the " official" tea party event, but today is the day her family can watch her " getting the medal pinned" so to speak....I will post photos of the event later this evening!
This is a photo of the village Welfare committee circa mid 1950s three of the committee are still with us. Bryn Davis ( I am not quite sure which one he is..apologies to Bryn for that) Auntie Gladys of course can be smiling her chirpy smile far left on the bottom row and second from the left on the top row is Islwyn Thomas ( no not the village elder Islwyn but the "older village elder" Islwyn ) I saw Older Village Elder Islwyn this morning, just before he drove out of the village for his lunch. He has just celebrated his 94 th birthday and was looking very chipper.
I told him we were going to Soughton Hall to see Ann get her medal
He reminded me that a million years ago one of the village ladies received a British Empire Medal.
The recipient was the formidable Miss B A Jones, the tough- as- nails village school mistress, charity worker, church organist and all round paragon of virtue. To the villagers she was known as Bessie " Bryn Teg" and on the Welfare Committee photo she is third from the left on the bottom row.the one with the Nazi gloves and the thin lips.......not a lady to be trifled with.
I will post some more informal photos of our own British Empire Medal winner a little later.
Forte's
In 1941 at the height of the bombing of Liverpool my mother and her family fled the city.
She was only a teenager.
They ended up renting a cottage in Gwaenysgor, the next village to Trelawnyd.
My mother's first job was in Forte's Tea Rooms in Prestatyn.
Today We went to Llandudno and found a new Forte's
Where I had a fat bastard ice cream sundae
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