Arse Cheeks on The Llanasa Road

crocs, pink socks, trackie bottoms and rain ....a real fashion statement

Everyday, Mary and I do a two mile powerwalk.
We return to the village on the upper Llanasa Road, which bordered by high slightly overgrown hedges.
It's common to be faced with the odd farm tractor but most of the traffic is confined to the odd car or large horsey 4 x 4.
One regular large jeep I meet, is one driven by a childhood friend Sue, who grazes her horses on the side of Gop hill , and often we will stop and chat at the side of the road.
In fact we met yesterday and caught up with local gossip.
Today I saw her again , right at the top of the hill, so anticipating a quick chat, I picked Mary up under one arm and took a small step out to meet her.
Only it wasn't Sue, as it turned out it was a rather rough looking woman with bad teeth who was driving a little too fast.
The woman swerved slightly as I stood there then stopped her car a few feet away. She looked angry
" I fucking almost hit you!" She bellowed " What were you doing?!"
" I thought you were someone else" I explained and was just about to apologise for standing a little too far into the road  when the woman shouted " Jesus ! " and Gunned her jeep to continue her journey up the hill.
I hope she was looking in her rear view mirrow, for on impulse I pulled down the left side of my tracksuit bottoms and flashed a large white arse cheek at her! 

Final Thought

I am off to bed, after a so so day.

My husband has been home all of 23 hours before heading off today for another week away from home ! 

The news today has been shite,

The weather has fucking changed to rain! 

And I'm skint! 

Thank god for pets! 

For as I have just sat quietly in the livingroom without tv or music, thinking about all the shit in the world 

Mary has spent the last hour licking the f*ck out of the inside of  Winnie's ear-hole
The sound has been strangely soporific  

Happy days

"An Attack On All Of Us"

A man with a grudge,
Whether that grudge was religious, personal or " political" we don't quite know.
But 50 people are now dead.
Killed by automatic gun fire in a soft target night club.
When will it stop?

I was going to post a happy, funny post today.
A post of a safe ordinary life in a safe ordinary Welsh village.
But I can't.
I don't feel like it.
Orlando Should be as safe as Trelawnyd

Not Enough Time

I'm typing this sat on the loo
Last night the Prof came home after a week away and will be leaving for another week away later this afternoon.
We are squeezing a lot in, so to speak.
I'll blog properly later when things go quiet.....
Have to go.....William has clingons that need attention and then the Prof wants his breakfast!
Hey ho

Getting My Hands On Trevor's Bloomers

Well, I think it's time to change the subject. Homophobia is all a bit much on a Saturday. I've got too much to do.
Old Trevor (94 and still marching 2 miles a day) has conscripted me to do his bedding plants today. Usually it's a job for Animal helper Pat but selfish cow that she is, she has just enjoyed a Mediterranean cruise just at the time when flowers needed buying.
I don't mind at all, as there is something rather relaxing and vacuous in sitting on a wet lawn with your trowel in your hand.
Winnie followed me up to Trevor's bungalow and carefully witnessed every plant being removed from it's container before planting with all of the solemnity of Crown court Judge.
Bulldogs are incredibly curious dogs and take every new job and experience incredibly seriously, especially if they are out in a public place where passers by can be scrutinized and playfully intimidated by an over serious facial expression.

The Followers of Going Gently join forces!

Thank you all for your comments

Mr Pruitt is a better man for them all 

An Open Email to Jeff Pruitt

Dear Jeff Pruitt,

Thank you for your detailed email dated the 8th June.
I shall endeavour to reply to each of your points in the order you gave them.

1. Going Gently is not just a blog which promotes as you term "a homosexual lifestyle". True is chronicles the day-to-day life of two middle aged old gay men, in what I would term a fairly positive and realistic light, but I will have to admit that it does not bang on about anything more "in -your-face gay" than chatting about the merits of dino man Chris Pratt's bum cheeks .
(and they are quite wonderful btw)
Your suggestion of adding an "adult" Gateway to the blog address would not be realistic as many of my followers are women of a certain age, who would find the extra work accessing Going Gently somewhat trying

2. I refer to The Prof as "The Prof" in Going Gently because he is a  bone fide Professor! plain and simple. He is also a PhD with a brain the size of a pumpkin... I may also add that Professors in the UK are much higher on the academic ladder than the ones found in the US!

3. My "recent" tirade against your National  Constitution's "Right to bare arms" was a discussion blog entry from last year. In Wales, as in the United States, we do support the right to Free Speech.

4. I am sorry that you feel that I am not quite the best choice of person to be allowed to supervise two small girls in what your describe as "after school club". I think I do quite well given the two hour window of activities I have to organise.
I feel I may need to warn you that the Prof and I are thinking of officially adopting two gay Filipino orphans who we shall rename Daryl and Carol (From the hit show The Walking Dead)
I am hoping that they will be useful in helping me clean out the smaller hen houses in the Ukrainian Village

5. Thank you for your Christian prayers, but Christ's salvation leaves me just a little bit cold, so I think I shall pass on that request.
However if I was ever going to "get religion" I shall pluhmp for being a Quaker... for they quite like gays and I've always enjoyed the film Friendly Persuasion

I am sorry that you found my "Chutzpah" comment relating to Audrey Hepburn and The Nun's Story inappropriate....did you know that Audrey Was and IS a gay icon?

I suggest that you try something new in your life. The experience perhaps would be an eye opening event.
Try a scotch egg! They are delightful.
If you don't like the taste,
then you could always shove one up yer arse!
hey ho and fuck off!

Regards
John Gray

Mr Pratt........

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?