Calling All Photos!

Rachel's Melon Boobs went down a storm with MrButler

Yesterday our Show's usual cookery judge told me that she was unable to officiate at this year's event! This sort of thing is the stuff of nightmares for a Flower Show Secretary but after  a bit of ringing round, I have secured the " domestic class judge" from the  Mostyn Flower Show.
Job done.
Now today I thought I would put out my yearly request for novelty veg/fruit photos!

The International Novelty Fruit/ Veg Photo Competition is now an official class in the Trelawnyd Flower Show. All you have to do is to design and make your novelty exhibit, it can be anything you like.....an animal, a person, a car, boobs in a bra! whatever! Then you photograph it and send me the photo in an email.
I shall print the photo out to A4 size and the photo will decorate the Memorial Hall on the day of the show.
Our Nationally renowned vegetable judge Mr Norman Butler will judge the best photo on the day of the show and the winner will be sent a special prize and rosette on behalf of the Flower Show Committee.
Please send your entries to me on jgsheffield@hotmail.com
I shall post all entries on Going Gently

Last Year's Domestic Classes

The Kindness Of Strangers

Winnie, William and George all sat down and made themselves comfortable when Mrs Simmons marched into view at the Lych gate. Meeting her in the village means a long conversation, usually about nothing in particular, and the older dogs know that they are about to loose at least half an hour of their lives when she appears.
Mrs Simmons was widowed just over a year ago in actual fact I gave the eulogy at her husband's funeral and like any widow, she has found the first year of bereavement a difficult one.
Recently she went on her first holiday to see a friend somewhere in the south Midlands and I found myself listening to a rather meandering story of how several rail connections were cancelled and how her journey was made complicated by replacement buses.
I zoned out of the conversation until she told me how she got into conversation with a teenager  called Kai on his way to a waitering job in Birmingham.
The delays had made him too late to pick up his shift, so with spare time to kill, Kai took charge of Mrs Simmons, carrying her bags from train to train and train to bus making sure she made her connections on time while she no doubt ,  talked his leg off all of the time they were together.
Mrs Simmons was obviously energised by their meeting and by his kindness to her and before they parted she slipped a twenty pound note into his hand " to compensate him for his lost tips"
Teenager and old Welsh lady hugged long and hard before they each went on their way.

Both better off for their meeting.

It was a nice story.
And an important one for  Mrs Simmons to retell.
For only after the dogs had stopped yawning and we had moved on did I realise that Mrs Simmons had shared nothing about the holiday itself nor about her anniversary visit to her husband's headstone.

That little moment of kindness was so much more important .

Stormy Tuesday

It has been thundery and very wet today.
Everything feels damp and slightly depressing, I was going to drive to Theatre Clwyd this evening
But the weather remains too irritating for me to stomach a spray soaked A 55.
Earlier I took myself off to Marks & Spencers and bought myself a choux bun for tea and had to chuckle to myself as a small child horrified it's mother by throwing up all over ( and inside)  the self service till!
It did amuse me!
The barf was one of those true projectile ones that only small kids and possessed pre teenage girls can achieve

On My Own

Or so the waif Eponine warbled sadly before she was shot up the Rue de Public in les Miserables....with the Prof away I took myself off for an afternoon showing of the gentle Manhattan Based comedy Learning To Drive .
I went partly because I adore Patricia Clarkson and partly because I heard her co star Ben Kingsley being interviewed about the movie on Front Row. 
He has a rather attractive and economical way of describing his work

I am used in going to art house movies on my own, and to be honest , it's a lovely pastime to have, but sometimes, I do long to talk about the movie with someone as soon as the last reel is over.

Today, as I was walking out of the deserted cinema, I spied just one woman exiting her seat and as I passed her, I tried to engage her with a gushing " Wasn't Clarkson wonderful?"

The woman looked puzzled........." who?" She said

Fucking Welsh audiences!

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