Belly Laugh

What made you laugh last?
Now, I'm not talking about a furtive titter at a joke, or a polite ha-ha in a casual small talk conversation here.
I am talking about an unrestrained, let rip chuckle or belly laugh that underlines a moment of pure mirth.
Yesterday I took the girls through the churchyard to see if the wedding flowers had been left around the Church door. Liv, who is Margo Channing in a 6  year old's body , skipped around the graves like an Marta from The Sound Of Music before asking about the large 13th Century Cross which stands on the South lawn.
" It's a prayer Cross" I explained, " it's where services were taken before the church was built"
Liv rolled her eyes theatrically then rather dramatically clasped her hands in prayer and knelt at the foot of the cross with all of the grace and chutzpah of a drag Audrey Hepburn in The Nun's Story.

Now this tickled me. I am not quite sure just why...I think it was all just too camp for one Wednesday afternoon to cope with , but I laughed a big belly laugh laugh all over the churchyard

When did you laugh last?
And why? 

After School

On the back of the previous post.....is this a somewhat happier one.
I was on school pick up today and the girls' job today was to design the Flower Show posters and hang them in the noticeboards by the school and memorial hall.
I almost had a tear in my eye when the girls chatted with Auntie Gladys, who lives near the hall
She complemented  them on their pretty school dresses, even though, I am sure she couldn't quite see the colour of them.

What's Made You cry last?

On my way to the cinema last night, I listened to The Archers on radio 4.
Now, after a two year storyline of the threat of a new bypass being built through the centre of this picturesque and impossibly close knit Midlands Village, we learnt last night, that " route c" is now suddenly being built and Ambridge is saved !
The villagers ( ok Fallon, Ruth, David and Jill) all got pissed at the Bull when the news broke and David made a bravura speech about home, Ambridge and all that is good in this world as the pub regulars ( or the programmes junior researchers)  cheered in the background.

I know it was cheesy.
I know it was as real as Donald Trump's next wig
But It made me blub like a baby!

When did you last cry? And  What was the cause? ........I 'd love to hear! 

Dheepan

Jesuthasan Antonythasen

With the Prof away, I used some of my birthday " Theatre Clwyd" voucher from my sister, to go and see the much lauded French movie Dheepan 
It was worth the visit.
Dheepan,(Jesuthasan Antonythasan)  is a Tamil warrior in Sri Lanka, hunted and persecuted in the country's civil war. He escapes to France with two strangers, Yalini ( Kalieaswari Srinivasen) and Illianya (Claudine Vinasithamby) ( the trio masquerading as a dead father, mother and child family unit) and the " family" end up as caretakers in a crime ridden housing estate ruled by drug gangs.

Not only do the trio need to adapt in this hostile new world ( which is obviously not as hostile as the history the three left behind ) but they have to develop tentative relationships with each other, relationships which are over shadowed by post traumatic Stress and ghosts of families lost.

Antonythasan, is not a professional actor , but he is highly impressive as the quiet and troubled warrior at odds with the undisciplined and chaotic French underworld but it is the initially unsympathetic and equally damaged Srinivasen who steals the limelight, for it is through her eyes that we glimpse a woman who has done anything to survive a homeland war but who still tentatively dares to hope for a better  life.

Dheepan is an impressively confident film and I dare anyone who  has ever sneered at the asylum seekers lot ,  to watch it unmoved
9/10

Kalieaswari Srinivasan

Chores!

In Britain, we say that We have jobs to do when we refer to do it yourself or housework.
I prefer the more Americanised word of chores.
Chores sounds more friendly.
Today I have fixed up a knackered old vintage cooler cupboard. The dog bites on the legs couldn't be disguised too well, but the door now closes and the fabric panels now fill the old ripped wire screens and the whole thing looks a tiny bit tidier.

I'm thinking of buying myself a tool belt! 

Have You Ever Been To you?

Enjoy

nipples on concrete

Bulldogs don't cope with warm weather. They should never be walked in full sun as they can overheat and indeed die within minutes.
Summer temperatures over 20 degrees, mean that Winnie has confined to barracks for the entire week and to be fair to the old girl, she's bored titless.
Indeed " Tits" is the word du jour, for she only gets relief from the heat by flattening her nipples onto cool concrete
Ladies out there take note.....it seems to work very well for someone suffering a robust hot flush!

I am doing overtime tonight so off to bed now! Speak tomorrow x

I'm Friggin Mary Berry

Sunday morning...and again it's glorious sunshine!
Breakfast in the sun watched by early morning hikers marching down the lane, is the order of the day.
Classic Fm and Prof mellow in his dressing gown . True some kind soul has laid a turd on the patio, but that's only a minor grumble in an otherwise perfect Sunday.

Trendy Carol ambles past with her terriers , ipad carelessly slung overher shoulder.....We sip coffee swapping schedules for the month. The Prof is away most of the rest of June.
What is on the agenda today?
I'm making soup for lunch.....

Ok.....this is dead easy

1 onion ( fine cut) soften in olive oil with 10 strands of saffron
Add 3 large cups of chicken stock
1 lb of fine cut courgette
Cook on simmer 15 minutes
Add 8oz watercress ( chopped)
Simmer for another 5 mins at least
Liquidize
Heat gently with 3 tablespoons of cream
Season if required

Bloody lovely