Going Gently

A Lovely, Lovely Heart.

I watched the kennel owner bathing William's blind eye when I arrived at the kennels this morning.
They both were sat quietly in the sun in one corner of the courtyard as Mary careered like a loon across the gravel chased by a dim, friendly cockerpoo with learning difficulties.
The kennel owner was rocking him back and forth as she dab-dab dabbed and as she worked she cooed at him as a mother would do to a baby.
It was a strangely moving tableau.
" He's the gentlest dog I've ever had here" she told me after she had put him onto his feet so he could amble across to greet me " All the kennel girls love him so"
William stopped , placed a paw onto her knee and stood up to sniff her face
" He has a lovely, lovely heart" she said

Lamb Chop

I walked from our hotel at Russell Square down to St Pauls in blistering sunshine, then went for a therapeutic trip on the London clipper on the Thames then after a short jaunt to the British Museum i met the prof for a late lunch at Dishoom

Dishoom is a delight.......it also serves the best lamb chops this side of Christmas
I ate three in 12 minutes!

Top Of Their Game

We had fantastic seats for The Royal Ballet's Sleeping Beauty

I think I understood it all

King and Queen had a baby ( they didn't dance much)

Lots of fairies jumped around

While posh people applauded from the wings

Good bit when rats ran on with Cruela de Ville

More dancing

A Lass in white frock jumped around some more and Cruela shouts at her

Girl falls asleep

Bloke with massive, lovely thighs leaps around to lots of applause

Lots of others jump around

We all had ice cream

More jumping and dancing

Big Kiss

Marriage

Everyone claps!

It was fantastic

Days Out

I'm running late today.....I was running late yesterday too.....didn't watch The Walking Dead until gone 11pm....apologies for not answering any comments.
I'm going to London today ( hence typing this in bath) I also am nursing a pulled groin which was the result of doing the splits on a slippy gravestone this early this morning rather than the lumbering around on the badminton court I did last night.
I am reminded here of Elise's embarrassing story from yesterday's blog, for like her, I am still blushing at the way I sort of crumpled to the floor, like a bowl of thick trifle hitting concrete from a great height.
Thank God no one saw me.
The last time I embarrassed myself publically was on Saturday when I coughed and farted very loudly in the queue at the spar garage!

Eye On The Background

I adore this video. It is so funny on so many levels.
I was reminded of this " what's going on behind you" phenomenon this morning when I bumped into a former colleague from work outside the vets in Denbigh this morning.
I had William and Winnie with me both on leads .
My friend had a rather over weight mongrel tied to a pushchair. In the pushchair was an eighteen month old baby in a bright blue romper suit ( I tell you only in way of adding a bit of local colour)
The dogs all were good natured and friendly.
We chattered for a while and swapped small talk as they sniffed and licked.
Moments later I had said goodbye and had lifted Winnie into the back seat of the car.
As I turned to William , I could see his tail wagging guiltily .
In his mouth was a half masticated baby's rusk.

Tits over Deco

I was impressed by two things yesterday.
Brie Larson's tits was one ( well two!)
And an art deco pub called The Albion in the fortified town of Conwy was the other!

The Albion

We have started to have a few hours off in the pub on a weekday afternoon recently. It works very well as I drive ( I hate having a drink in an afternoon) and the Prof can have a few pints of special brewed beer ( not my favourite tipple)
Our chosen venue is the aforementioned real ale pub The Albion which is a delightful and untouched 1920s public house which has scrubbed tables, quality scotch eggs as snacks and doggie treats for customer dogs who are allowed in all rooms!
I took a broadsheet newspaper and Mary and The Prof took a trashy Miss Marple-ish book and in front of a real fire we read then chatted to a couple of fellow drinkers who fell in love with Mary, who sat politely next to me.
Britain does do pubs well, when they do pubs well......
I would have taken Winnie but I think even with the recent hysterectomy she would have found someone to masturbate over!
Anyhow
Later on I dragged The Prof and my sister to see Kong Skull Island which had some of the worst dialogue since Helen Reddy's Nun said of Linda Blair's seriously ill passenger in AIRPORT 75 " The poor kid , she's in Washington and her kidney is in Los Angeles"
Brie Larson's bust was impressively on show though....and I felt almost heterosexual after two hours of it heaving in front of the cameras! It's a shame really she was soo good in the movie Room.

Bosoms

Thanks to Della

Della from Pen-y-cefn-isa sent me some old photograps of the village for my archived history blog.
I thought they were interesting enough to be showcased here...enjoy