Note To Self

I've just spent an exhausing couple of hours knocking on doors selling raffle tickets.
I left William asleep in the back garden
I won't do that again
He peed inside my gardening shoes just before I got home
George was shocked and disgusted

A First!

Now I like a new experience just like the next man, but one would have thought that a Primary School Sports Day may not be high on the list of a middle aged, somewhat cosmopolitan country homosexual with time on his hands! 

strange as it would seem I rather enjoyed myself

For yesterday the affable despot Jason invited me to an alien land full of egg and spoon races, javelin throwing seven year olds and balance-the-bean-bag -on-the-head multitasking! 

Yes it was Liv and Eve's school Sports Day at the village school.

It's rather sweet to be included in such an experience and I must say within minutes I was transported to those old fashioned primary school sunny afternoons of the 1960s where Fat boy Gray came almost last in most races , just beating a hyperventilating lad called Allen who wore a surgical boot

Today, unlike our sports day, the onus is on taking part and obtaining a prized " sticker" rather than just winning a cup or shield although it was nice to see young Liv fist pumping the air when she slaughtered the opposition in everything she took part in......

Today's School Sports are also attended by parents and grandparents who were marshaled with much skill by the wisecracking  head teacher with a megaphone. No photos can be taken which was a shame as it proved to be a rather naive , innocently sweet afternoon which was capped off nicely by a collective " marathon " where the entire school of all ages and both sexes galloped like loons around the racetrack in organised chaos.

I came away smiling and ever slightly melancholy for never having experienced the very individual joy of attending your child's sports day!

I will leave you with some more novelty veg entries

Keep em coming! And please send them as adownloadable attachment

I am having problems with some sent by email

Thank you all for your time and efforts

jgsheffield@hotmail.com

I Shouldn't Be Let Out!

I am pretty good at not snacking between meals.

But occasionally I just need to eat something savoury, just to placate the pangs of hunger when I am out and about.

Yesterday I got my salt fix from a packet of tesco snack a jacks, which for those that don't know,sort of resemble vinegar flavoured  sanitary pads or cavity wound dressings in so much as they are strange    Polystyrene like snacks that fill you but do little else! 

I ate several packs when I was waiting in the queue at the post office  

Not a problem I hear you say

Well I would generally agree, but as I stood third in line, I caught myself in a magnificent sneeze and peppered the  heads of two women in front of me with what could only be described as a food/ sputum confetti. 

Sixth Sense

I didn't take to him immediately.
I had been talking to his partner at the door when he suddenly appeared behind her.
He had one of those hormone filled expressions on his face
It shrieked, ( well bellowed) for me to keep my distance.
I sensed a controlling and overbearing man.
He talked over the woman and didn't smile once when I rattled on

The afternoon had been filled by smalltalk and the selling of raffle tickets
Scottish Margaret is going to celebrate her golden wedding anniversary very soon. Alan Walker bought 20 quids worth without batting an eye and I caught up with Pippa's new herbaceous border as she scoured her purse for change.
Small talk and chat.
That's what village life is about.
That sixth sense that tells you something is off is a powerful feeling. Within a second I felt I had read the relationship that I had no real knowledge of and I walked away from the house uneasy and unsettled.
Behind closed doors eh?

A Call To Arms ( and some good news to finish)

The ever smiling Terry and Anne have just put up the signs for the Show and with only four weeks to go before we start again for 45 th Year it's all hands on deck.

The Show is open to all; and we have scrapped rules such as only one entry per person per class, to maximise show numbers given competition apathy! 

The show schedule can be seen here

http://trelawnyd flowershow.blogspot.co.uk

And readers of Going Gently may enter any class if they wish! 

Of course we are still collcting more of your novelty vegetable photos ( Rachel's My Little Pony is the latest example ! - see below) but I have to say that I have also had entries from bloggers for the general snapshot section  " Snapshot of a pet" ( class 37) and " Snapshot of seaside" ( Class 38) 

All photographs will be returned! 

I must add here that in the past we have had several entries to the craft section! So if you are arty in any way please feel free to put something forward! 

My little pony called ginger! 

I shall leave you with some sweet news as when I was away in sunny Spain, I recieved an email from a guy called Phil who is a bigwig in the village Male Voice Choir. 

He and several choir members went to see Auntie Glad recently and she was on much better form than she was when I visited with Amy's beautiful blanket ( which I almost conscripted into class 66 btw!)

Phil sent me this photo of Gladys and " her boys" 

Getting Back To Normal

She's only just speaking

I'm feeling more myself today. A busy two hour house clean at 6 am this morning followed by a snooze, food  Preparation, flower collection and a weigh in (surprisingly, I've not put on any weight since last fat club ! ) and I've been able to pull myself up by the bra straps and now can face the world again without sunny Sitges, great waiter service and tropical sun!
The home family is almost back up to strength, I collect the Welsh terriers this afternoon whereas Winnie and George were picked up last night from the  Greta and my sister respectively.
Winnie had been spoilt rotten and was wearing a new glitter collar when I arrived and has been suitably "cool" with me ever since she got home which is typical of bulldogs.
George on the other hand was waiting at the door for us to take him home even though my sister has pampered him like a mini celeb...... He's a real home bird!
Albert has been incredibly clingy after his week alone in the cottage, and his constant head rubbing and uncharacteristic purring has felt somewhat over-the-top given that our usual welcome has always been an occasional arse rub into the face when he is in the mood!

I am Back in The UK

And I am NOT happy! 

Hola

I wanted to write a few words, just a few today..
I'm sad that we are returning home tomorrow.
Yesterday, in between reading just four pages of my novel.....
I spent an entertaining three quarters of an hour watching a rather large lady in a chintz bathing costume eat an entire kilo of grapes.
She spat the pips out like a real pro