Blooms

I've not got much time to catch up on blog replies at the moment. Yesterday was a case in point what with trying to sort out a broken log burner and getting quotes for new window frames.
This morning I had to face the gauntlet of clipping the Prof's hair for the very first time.
(A job more daunting than learning the haemofiltration machine on intensive care! )

So, I shall leave you with some photos I took yesterday. There was a wedding in the village and the lych gate was decorated with pink and white roses, which were pretty enough, but the laburnum , which is situated just west of the main door, stole the show.
Wales has been blessed with beautiful weather this week

Albert Went Missing ! ........*#~+!

I'm typing this in the wee small hours after a  " graveyard" shift. This post is a bookend post from yesterday. The first was an emotional romp about being tubby. The second was a more uplifting post about the excitement fellow villager Chris Cairns had for the sudden appearance of a majestic Red Kite......so the third is going be a kind of worrying post about Albert!
Any why not?.
Yesterday, I was waiting in for the plumber to arrive. He had been booked to replace an immersion heater and after three false starts arrived at midday wanting tea and sympathy.
He got the tea and Winnie gave him the sympathy, as she studiously watched his every move in the airing cupboard within six inches of his spanner!
" what does she want?" the plumber asked nervously as her big brown eyes never left his hands
" she's just nosey " I told him " She loves strangers" 
I am sure his hands were shaking just a little.
Anyhow, as he was working away, I went to feed the hens and as I did Graham ( the local sheep and odd job man ) stopped his pick up.
He asked me if Albert was ok, and when I said I hadn't seen him since our 5 am dog walk , he informed me that he had been told that a black cat had been taken to the vets on the main road after being hit by a car.
Shit!
I hurried into the cottage but he was nowhere to be seen , so as Winnie made moo moo eyes at the plumber And with a heavy heart I rang the vets .
The conversation went something like this
Me " Have you had a black cat brought in from Trelawnyd?"
Receptionist : " yes is he yours?...can you describe him?"
Me: " he is black and has a old broken right leg and always looks very  surprised "
Receptionist " Well he's unconscious at the moment so I can't see his expression " she said unhelpfully
Me: " He also has a tiny white spot on his chest! "
Receptionist  ( hearing my exasperation) " I will check"
As I waited nervously , I could hear the plumber telling Winnie to get her face out of his toolbox, and moments later the receptionist came back to tell me that thankfully that  no white mark could be seen
I hung  up feeling happy and slightly guilty!

Anyhow Two hours later Albert sauntered into the living room without so much as a kiss my arse look and he enjoyed an earwash by Mary within seconds.

Animals ....they will be the death of me.

Mary having her lughole licked

Light Relief

Yin/Yang
Strawberries/cream,
Nigel Farage/ arseholes

Some things go together and compliment each other nicely.
Today, we've had a glum post, now a few hours later things have, as they have a want to do, picked up nicely.

First Liv and Eve ( the daughters of the affable despots Claire and Jason) called round with a birthday card then, I spied local landscaper and all round bouncy character Chris Cairns up to something at the village noticeboard.
Now Chris is one of life's enthusiasts!  He is a smiler and a chatter, and is a man who can lift a droopy spirit with a story of the mundane which has been blossomed by excitement and positivism, and today he was hanging up a notice for the whole village, to share in some good  news.

 The news, was indeed good....Chris had seen a Red Kite fly over his house which is located on the other side of the village. Now although they are a common sight in Mid Wales, it is rare to see them up here in Flintshire and Chris was cock a hoop about it.
"Put it in your blog thing" he told me and I promised to do so
" It's a bit of nice news" he added " and we all need a bit of nice news"
Aint that the truth!

Not Everyone Likes Woody Allen

I'm opinionated and generally forthright with people but I know I use self deprecation humour as an armoured shield from time to time.
Perhaps this gives the impression that others can say just what they like.
I'm not quite sure on the mechanics of such things
Recently I was reminded by someone, that I needed to loose weight.
I noted the concern but the statement was unleashed in front of others and it stung. It stung not because it was a correct statement........(I'm not an idiot) but because it was done publicly.

The problem with self deprecation is that it chaffs when someone else beats you to the punchline.

Me, me

It's my birthday

Me, me, me, me, me!

Defensive Positions

At 8am I was on the phone with my father-in- law. He was wishing me a very happy birthday, which confused me slightly as my birthday is not until tomorrow .
Anyhow I had just put down the receiver when an unholy noise coming from the Ukrainian village , made me bolt through the front door and across the lane. Shrieking hens and honking geese mean just one thing.......a fox.
The fox was huge, the biggest one I have ever seen close up, and he whirled around in a flash of red as the field animals took up joint defensive positions up towards the safety of the field gate. In front of him stood the Ewes, with their heads held up defiantly, both were stamping their feet angrily on the ground. The geese were positioned behind them, honking in unison as the much smaller and vulnerable hens  flapped their way to safety ontop of the Church wall and hen house roofs.  
It was teamwork at its very best.
The fox turned as I arrived and was gone in a second.
It's been years since the last daytime attack.
Winnie and George are now watching over the field animals and all now is quiet.

Bank Holiday in Trelawnyd

It's sunny and hot  on this spring Bank Holiday

Still life

Auntie Gladys asleep in the sun

Code Brown

In nursing there are jargon words and phrases for most things.
Most, people know ....NBM is, of course, nil by mouth. EUA is Examination under Anaesthetic and so on. The list is endless.
Apparently " Code Black" means a casualty department which is dangerously overloaded with patients ( or so American drama writers would tell us) but in this country, in clinical practice there is also the much repeated but rather less sexy " code Brown"
Code Brown literally means exactly what you think it does.
It's a whispered rally call for help when your bedfast patient " has been"  and it's a labour intensive and sometimes tiring job on intensive care, especially as sometimes it takes a whole team of nurses to do the deed. A deed that has to be carried out prudently and with dignity in mind.
A lot of code brown's on a shift cut into the 1001 other vital jobs on icu....and today I did feel somewhat jaded after just three hours sleep in bed.
The Prof and I went to Porth Eirias in Colwyn Bay and sat on the beach with a picnic
This Is how I ended up,
Portrait of a beached and very tired hippo baby!