Seren

At teatime there was a gentle knock on the lane window
It was Trendy Carol and her face had crumpled up like old newspaper
Her poorly Welsh Terrier Seren was no better and she had just been asked to make the decision all pets owners dread
It was time to say goodbye.
Carol had that faraway lost look of the shocked
So I suggested that I take her and her husband to the vets ten miles away.
I am glad I did as the waiting room was filled with bright eyed and yappy  patients which were too much for Carol to bare. I waited in line for the appointment to come
Whilst carol and her husband waited outside .
They didn't have to wait long.

A dog's death has a special power about it.
There is something quite special about just how, once owner and dog are reunited, a certain peace descends .
All the dog can see and feel is the presence of the pack .
The alpha is back in charge.
The immediacy of the moment taking over .
It's lovely but heartbreaking to watch as the dog has no real concept of the reality of the moment.
And so minutes after we arrived
Poorly Seren gently folded into Carol's lap little a sleepy toddler would do at the end of a busy day and all Carol could feel was the oh-so-familiar warmth of a Black and Tan body on her own

A Difficult Brexit

The abandoned cockerel was rehomed today.
He remained incredibly bad tempered and I had to employ the duck egg blue oven gloves again, to manhandle him back into his cardboard box, so violent was his spur covered karate feet..
An old chicken experienced contact of mine had agreed to take him on and half way to his farm this morning  ( and on the A 55 expressway) the bugger started to kick his way out of his original cardboard box, much to the hysteria of the dogs who where bunched fearfully together in the opposite side of the back seat as the cockerel bellowed like bull.
I was forced to pull over in St Asaph and after a brief struggle I managed to hobble the cockerel with a dog lead then quieten him by pulling a hastily removed sock over his head.
He looked like the oddest of kidnap victims by the time we got to our destination
"Has he a name? "the gentleman farmer asked as he gave me my sock back with a look of incredulity
 " Brexit !" I told him and in way of some explanation added " He arrived last Thursday night! 
" That....doesn't bode well" the farmer sighed as he wrestled the cockerel under some sort of control
As I drove off, I could hear him yelling at Brexit as the pair headed towards a barn
" Whoooa yer bastard !" 
What have I done , I thought 

This afternoon, I met Cheryl who is an old friend from my psychiatry days for a long lunch in Chester
We have known each other over 34 years.
And we still can't take a proper selfie between us

And are wearing the same magnification Poundland specs !!!

Little Women

Prof Bhaer

Most of us know the filmed versions of Little Women.
I would guess the faithful 1994 and the more saccharine 1949 films would spring quickly to mind rather than the more unlikely 1933 movie but one way or another most of us would have our favourite Jo's and most tearstained Beth death scene.
I've always enjoyed the nineties version and bits of the post war one, and so I was a little sceptical about seeing Greta Gerwig's more feministly robust version.
I found the messages of women's empowerment slightly heavy handed much preferring Alcott's powerful original prose. Indeed one scene where the saintly Marmee ( a nice turn by Laura Dern ) gives advice to the headstrong Jo ( Saoirse Roman) by saying " I hope you'll do a great deal better than me. There are some natures too noble to curb and too lofty to bend."..Lingers long in the psychi.

I enjoyed this movie. It's worthy, lovely to look at and filled with some lovely performances by the four female leads.
But it is a tad overlong even though for my money so could have sat through another hour of the Professor Bhaer character on screen.
As played by the very sexy Louis Garrel he put his previous counterparts Rosano Brazzi and Gabriel Byrne well into the shade

The Mystery Guest

I've arranged it
If I die in the non too distant future my colleague has agreed to do something for me at my funeral.
Picture this.
A hall of sorts, ( Not a Church) 
Everyone ( and there is a full house) is seated
The coffin is a pretty wicker one with meadow flowers on it and is situated at The front of the central aisle.
The celebrant is just about to start his address when there is a bang of the hall doors
A mystery woman enters.
All dressed in black.
Large hat
Thick veil
In her right hand a single red rose
In her left a white handkerchief.
The celebrant ( who is in on the ruse) welcomes the latecomer and graciously asks her to sit
She walks very slowly down the aisle, her high heels clip clopping on the wood floor and she sits on the front row to the left.( where a seat has been reserved for her)

The service resumes ........with everyone muttering in stage whispers
" Who is she ?" 

( The Mystery guest may also be a similarly dressed man but That me be a difficult find at short notice )

Shouting Into The Wind

We all need to feel that we have some sort of voice in this strange world we call life.

One of the most sincere forms of respect is actually listening to what another has to say.      

Bryant H. McGill

Surprise Cock

After nights I found a cornflakes box just inside the front gate
In it was a tall and VERY angry red and black adult cockerel
He has one in sours and knows how to use them.
It took me three attempts with a pair of baby blue oven gloves to get him out of the box and into the shed.
There I have left him with a bowl of porridge oats and Albert's water dish.
It's been two years at least since someone has dumped their unwanted fowl on me.
I just can't be arsed this morning as I am tired so...I'm going to soddin bed

Quotes of The Day

Mrs Trellis never puts her bobble hat on properly
It's one of her little foibles
She wears it straight up, pixie style, with the Pom Pom erect as if starched
Can you starch wool, I wondered as I approached
She was standing on her front lawn when I saw her and she looked cross
" My Lawn's a martyr to moles" she sighed cryptically

Trendy Carol ( lovely winter coat in brown btw) is worried too. Her lovely Welsh terrier Seren is poorly and is awaiting blood tests. I told her to text me when she has some news.

Mr and Mrs W, I saw as they emptied their car boot of groceries. Both complained that they haven't seen me for a while.
I apologied and Mrs W whispered that she was having Botox treatment for a dicky bladder the following week
" I 'm up eight times a night at the moment  !" She ventured
I sympathised  as I am only up twice

We have a new postman. He seems cheerful enough but I did catch him sticking two fingers up at Mary this afternoon as she barked at him through the window

really?

The only person I spoke to today was neighbour Mandy
As usual she was rushing to get somewhere
"Any News?" She called out as she shot past the cottage
" I'm making a fat horse in pottery class " I shouted from Bluebell's bumper
Mandy stopped short with a puzzled look upon her face
" Really? " she said
"Yes!!!! the legs are a bit stubby but I'm rather proud of the rest!!" 
" Really?" Mandy called out again
" Yes!!! It does look more like a Shetland pony though" 
Mandy then laughed loudly and before she darted up they lane she shouted over her shoulder
"That's good ....I had a turn for a moment as I thought you said you'd made a fat whore!"