Going Gently

Thank You

......thank you Eirlys
The gift of a dozen of your free range eggs ( all be them from a huge barn) was a lovely gesture today.
I gave you a hug which threw you slightly!
But it made my day
I miss my hens

All That We Share

I was surfing youtube as I was soaking George's klingons off under the kitchen sink's mixer tap this morning.

I can't remember if I used the sponge pan scourer or not!

But I digress!

This video from Denmark Tv came up on my you may like this section . I stopped short with the nail sissors to watch it.

It's rather beautiful

I sent it to Donald Trump

I do hope he watched it

Guilt

We have had emotions today....have we not?
Grief ( post 1)
Horror ( post 2)
And now post 3 = guilt

The Prof is at some posh meal in London
And on the way home after Sams this evening
I bought and devoured a scotch egg almost without chewing!

Be still my fucking beating heart!!!!!!

Butter

My first post of the day has depressed me

So I will leave you with this surprised shot of

just why does our butter have a strange mottled effect on its surface

Hey ho

Grief Has A Face

I bumped into a colleague yesterday. I saw her while she was out shopping.
She looked as she felt.
Grief stricken.
The word sadness cannot suitably explain someone experiencing grief. I think there is a hollowness about the emotion that shows on the face, an empty faraway look who some can describe as being haunted or empty. Whatever it is, I saw it on my friend's face yesterday and was moved terribly by it.
She cried as soon as I looked at her .
A sympathetic look is sometimes the worst thing you can offer up when someone is hanging on to their emotions with their fingernails but you have to offer it, ignoring the " elephant in the room" is worse.

Bad Behaviour!

William nipped the postman today as he put his fingers through the letterbox.
I only knew this as I heard his swearing as he marched back to his van.
He's usually so much more deft in his movements about the dogs
I shouted a robust " SORRY! " from out of the bedroom window where I had been shaking the cat hairs from off the duvet.
He half waved his thanks.
When I got downstairs William was doing an excited lap of honour around the living room!
Bating the postman is the nearest thing the old boy has to a devious side.

We all need to act in a naughty manner sometimes don't you think?
Unleashing the devil inside, underlines that rules can be broken, and that ( literally in William's case) that there is life in the old dog yet!

William, victorious with the taste of the postman in his mouth

Making A Scene

I know most of us don't embark on what can be helpfully described as " Making A Scene " on a regular basis but, I am sure, we have all had our moments when the wind was in the right direction and nerves may have been pushed way past " twanging point" so to speak!
Flare ups, especially if they occur in a rather nice restaurant, can be satisfyingly entertaining, especially if you are the observer and not the participant !

Last night, The Prof and I enjoyed a very nice meal in a rather expensive eating house. It was as trendy as it was slick and as a particularly well dressed woman sashayed past our table, the whole place reminded me of a rather nice restaurant in Amsterdam where I was dreadfully humiliated by a previous boyfriend. Now this was many, many moons ago now, but I do remember that the restaurant suddenly went very quiet after my dinner companion hissed a rather aggressive rebuke at me over the perfect table settings and I sat there with my head bowed, red faced and seemingly helpless.

But I wasn't helpless. For slowly I put my napkin down and very deliberately stood up and walked out of the restaurant. I was so slow that the maitre d' had just enough time to pick my coat up and pass it to me as I passed ( a classy moment which made up for my blushes)
It wasn't the end of that relationship, but it was one of just the few reasons it did end!
Thank God!

Have you ever had a scene in a restaurant ?
I'd be interested to know.