Old Brown Eyes

I got home late
On the back door step,
A red rugby hoodie and two boxes of cat food.
On the front door step another letter from my solicitor and a rice pudding under foil
Enjoy Miss Gayle
This is a lovely version of the a Tom Waits classic 

Tits Up!!!

Some days are just shite

My mobile phone magically decided to shut down at breakfast time just as I was what's apping a friend about meeting up for lunch.
The little cunt ( and Im talking about the phone and not the friend) demanded a security password totally unknown to me and so for at least four hours, I searched the Internet for ways of bypassing the problem .
Finally I now have a functioning phone, no internet banking and have lost numerous contacts and so much information it actually hurts.
I hate the I've actually become one of those new age people who literally can't function without a friggin phone!!!!

My friend cancelled lunch

Mary nipped the fingers of the new postman who forgot that he was supposed to use the box by the front door to deposit letters into and I had to apologise profusely to be given aletter from my fucking solicitors who demanded another ( and arbitrary) £216.00!!!!!! Payable RIGHT NOW!!!!!!

I went to the bank for help with my app
( no luck) then dropped and smashed a jar of mayonnaise in Aldi
Before coming home and flopping on to the bed for a moment of peace.

I woke up groggy and disorientated and in the dark.
I have now fucking missed choir practice

Late Post

I told a story today.
I told a story like my mother told her stories
I told a story which amused me
I think I remembered it right

Back in the late 1980s my eldest sister and her husband went to see a movie
They weren't big film goers.
Middle class and well spoken they sat through Bruce Willis Die Hard
An interesting choice given its language and violence.
In those days the ice cream lady still came around with her tubs

And my sister turned to my brother in law and in her well spoken brogue said loudly
" Do you want a fucking ice cream motherfucker or don't you?" 

Mighty Fine Coffee

Jorge blew himself out overnight and Sunday blossomed into spring this morning.
I had fixed the broken cat flap yesterday in a fit of testosterone and so the kitchen was warmed nicely by the weak sun by the time I got up at 8.30 am.

Mary,Dotty and I walked through the scores of dog walkers and kids on scooters that lined the Dyserth Walkway and went for breakfast at Y Shed ( English translation The Shed duh!) 
The cafe does lovely illy Coffee and the best bacon sandwich this side of Offa's Dyke

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I saw an old friend with his daughter at one of the tables
Our friendship had kind of come to an end a few years ago after he had left his wife for another woman. I regret not being able to have been impartial at the time.
But sometimes you just have to act the way you do.
We shook hands and chatted briefly and politely.

The Coffee was indeed a delight as was my sandwich, which I shared with the dogs.
The walkway was sunny and somewhat crowded with walkers and I was reminded Gently of walks past around Central Park. So Jaunty and animated the atmosphere was.

Sunday jobs are on the agenda today
Car cleaning
Soup making,
Friend calling
More proper coffee and perhaps a doze in the chair by the window

Jason And The Zombies

Some friends, you can just pick up where you last left off
affable despot Jason is one of those characters.
Now in winter, he tends to go to ground and is not really seen until Spring, so in some ways I must of felt grateful he ventured out of Tŷ Wynne as Storm Jorge steam rollered in
" Jorge" Jason said " Sounded rather more like a Brazilian toyboy than an Atlantic Storm
I agreed.
Jason is naturally funny and knows it
Admittedly his humour can be somewhat schoolboy in nature but he has a good brain in his head which is a bonus when he is your theatre companion .
Night of the living Dead-Remix is an interesting theatrical experiment.
It takes the original film which it more or less runs in its original form on one screen and with seven actors with handheld cameras on an innovative set reinacting the whole film scene for scene.
It's a clever concept which is implemented almost flawlessly by the cast who must have been rehursed until they dropped but with the use of miniature models standing in for the exterior shots, I wasn't quite sure if we should have been amused or just impressed with the results.

Jason and I can talk for Wales
We can also laugh all night too.
He's a good person to know and I like him

The cottage was warm when I returned home......in a fit of testosterone I had refitted a new cat flap this afternoon

Zombies to look forward to.....

I hate Saturday mornings
They shriek of couple time and wherever you go , you seem to be surrounded by couples catching up on the mundane and the routine things in life.
I tried to divert myself from coupledom by reading the latest twitter feeds
But it would seem all the gay twitter feeds I follow have hirsute men selfies on them proclaiming goddam awful hangovers and showing a beautiful range of bed linen.
I bought some nice bed linen this morning on the back of it ( special offer in Sainsburys )
It was either that or a cat flap, and I couldn't face the pet store this morning
Not with all those doggy couples about!
The bed linen looks crisp and inviting so bedtime should be a smallish treat tonight
Having said that the wind whistling through the catflap is a pisser .
I've had to fashion a curtain of kitchen tissue in the meantime, which has thrown Albert into a dicky fit.
Later I'm catching up with Jason the affable despot.
We are going to theatre Clwyd to see Night of the Living Dead remix, which is a " remaking" of a famous original zombie movie on stage!
Frothy and rubbish , I suspect, but frothy and rubbish is ideal if you are in the company of some who laughs easily.

A sudden sleet/ snow shower has whistled through the catflap like a rat up a drainpipe, sending the dogs scuttling back into the warmth of the living room.
I now friggin regret not buying one....
Hey ho

Yes, but is it art?

I took some annual leave and went back to bed this morning.
I walked the dogs ,
Brushed my teeth ( yes I have all of my own) and pulled up my bra straps
I also collected my latest creations from pottery class
The bowls are from an artwork instillation I have been recently working on called  " fish" 
As you can see I am inspired by nature .....
Lol , and before of you get carried away, yes I am taking the piss out of myself.
The bowls are rustic to say the least  

Thank You Dorothy

Thursday was a surprisingly down day
I had contacted my husband by email  re the final death throe paperwork  of my marriage first thing in the morning and the down feeling never left me until I got home after the cinema

Dorothy had a mad half hour of glee when I let the dogs out for a wee walk and she suddenly decided to leap around like a fat antelope and in a fit of showing off like a toddler who is just feeling their mortality often does, she galloped around the garden and bit the heads off nine daffodils just because she could.
So proud she was at her her work!!!!... I just couldn't tell her off....as she finally stood gasping for breath at my feet with shredded petals in her mouth  ...and with a grin the size of a split water melon .
I bent down to hug her like she was my own personal star.
And her stubby tail span around like with bulldog pride as if it was a 1970s foodmixer
So happy she was.........at making me feel so happy