Titivating

Now I have a sense that Going Gently has been veering towards a lifestyle blog recently, what with my shiny almost complete new kitchen bursting with pride and stories of sage green tiles and newly painted ivory walls filling my blogworld.
I won't apologise for this...the whole project has been almost a full time job, but the end is almost in sight now, so I shall be returning to Village gossip, bulldog self pollution and other such rubbish very soon.
This morning I finished painting and have been doing what any self respecting middle aged gay man loves to do...and that is titivating with crockery!
Out from under the bed came a large cardboard box which had been filled with my old collection of 1930s Burleighware and in the first time in over a decade it was washed and polished and set out to be looked at.
It's now looking more like home.

Cack Handed

While I was painting, I stepped into the dogs' water bowl yesterday afternoon and fell over onto the laundry clothes dryer, which was festooned with underpants.
I flung water across the kitchen then as the dryer collapsed under my weight I fell onto the twisted metal and wire scattering dogs and scaring the tiler half to death.
" are you alright?" He asked with a worried look on his face
" Don't worry, I do this all the time!" I chirped
He looked at me as if I was a loon.
I was still holding the paintbrush in my hand

Albert's Life

this photo underlines Albert's life in a dog filled cottage

Getting There

The tiler came at 8.30 and left Winnie bereft at 1pm .
She is beside herself with tradesmen  after workman +++ have been visiting the cottage over the past 3 weeks!.
She watched his every move and even followed him to the toilet at one point.
He made a good job of it
( the tiling not the toilet visit)
The kitchen is now almost finished, save for some painting and titivating .

Chasing cars

"If I lay here.....
If I just lay here......
Would you lay. with me,
And just forget the world....."

This is a verse, not from a poem but  from a song,
And when I hear it, especially when I am alone, usually in the car listening to the radio, I invairably start to cry.

This happened last night, when I was driving back with our takeaway from the local Indonesian restaurant .
It was the song that was played incessantly on the radio when I took my first dog Finlay back and forth from the vets and animal hospital when he was terminally ill.

He used to lie with me all of the time
And we both used to forget the world together.

It's been ten years.
And I still cry when I hear it.....

What song does it for you?

Christmas Fair

Sandra C from the village now organises the annual Christmas bash, which is a lot of work for one lady and her family.

There was music from a local band, the village schoolchildren and from the village choir.

 We ( the members of the Flower Show Committee- Terry, John , myself, animal helper Pat, Ann and dapnae ) didn't see much of the fair as we were in charge of the catering tables and kitchen.
Terry doesn't like Christmas so we put him front of house  serving teas and next to the PA system speaker , he almost went bananas  with the constant Christmas theme of the songs .

 Members of the village a Male Voice choir sang traditional ditties

 Santa ( Head of the community council Dave Smith) arrived on his moter  bike with his Elf in the sidecar

Dozy

Apart from raising a Roger Moore eyebrow, the Prof nearly said " dozy" when I told him about the floor.

" It could be a lot worse!" He then muttered 

Just behind him George walked across the living room with cream paint all up his arse where he had sat against the skirting board

Hey ho...

( helping out at the village Christmas do later...I will post photos this afternoon)

Oh Dorothy!!!!

I'm such a friggin' fucking, twatting, bollocking, arseholing dick brain!
Guess Who gave the fitters the WRONG measurements for the floor?