Trendy Carol ( wearing some urban Chic today) called round and at a 2 metre distance took the girls to her house while I was painting
She sent a photo of Winnie after the old lass had run amok with an old tennis ball
She may be fading but my best girl can still surprise with bursts of excitement and fun.
And Tonight she is curled up with her gin trap mouth lying heavily on my feet.tired and happy
She's such an valiant old broad
With a smile like a large split watermelon
I received a somewhat cryptic message yesterday stating simply that " Your men are ready!"
I knew what it meant.
After a quick trip for provisions ( I must say that the village Warden group is doing a fine job btw) I stopped by the back of my now closed pottery class and picked up my figures which had been fired for me.
They all lay in a box, looking up at me like a collection of baby birds and I was delighted that all had survived the firing process in the kiln.
My group was somewhat pompously called " United" when I made them but given the situation that we are all finding ourselves in at the moment, this little collection of eclectic figures have some resonance with me today.
All of us are looking forward with some concern.
We are seeking solice together, even though a lot us are isolated
And many of us using technology to make that happen
I'm painting my living room a gentle yellow today.
When done my hopeful group will sit in the window
Admiring the view
Nearly half of the choir turned up on Zoom at 6.30pm
and as the video shows the whole affair was a bit like hearding cats.
Poor Jamie and his .1940s RAF moustache, he had a big job on his hands
As it turned out it was the exact tonic that I think we all needed.
In an hour and a half we sang just three songs
But we laughed and laughed and giggled the experience away as unfamiliar hands cocked up video streams and Gill from Dyserth chomped her way a rather large chocolate wagon wheel.
Bemused husbands sat next to their spouses, and dogs and cats jumped up in front of the camera, and cups of tea appeared next to piles of choirsheets in Welsh country kitchens that have seen limited humour and laughter over this past long week.
Our final song was You Raise Me Up , and as we sang , we all swayed dramatically from side to side, free of the confines of the real choir room in the village hall and it felt, powerful and emotional and good.
I hope that through this fucking corona virus disaster, we all will reconnect with what's so important in life
It was nice to whatsapp Blogger Rachel this morning as I was cutting open avocados
We chatted about nothing for a little while and the mundane nature of the conversation was a pleasure enough after yesterday evening's passing sadness.
This evening the choir gets together via Zoom which will be an adventure in itself and moments ago Mrs Trellis left two Breakaway chocolate bars on the kitchen wall, both wrapped in kitchen paper.
Written in felt pen on the wrapping was one simple word " Trellis"
She's a legend in her her own lifetime
This morning I start painting the living room ceiling ivory.
Enjoy this little video, I was putting off the painting by making it.
Boris was blunt and to the point
I'm glad
The lowest denominator factored in
I felt quite alone earlier, after he had spoken.
No husband to bounce off
No warm body to hug
I sat feeling sad and turned to the sofa were three pairs of eyes looked at me very carefully in the dark
The dogs sensed something was afoot, they have for days
They were on edge and watchful
And they watched me carefully
Mary jumped silently by my side and leaned in like Welsh terriers do
I've never really like Robert Kirkman's larger than life characters from The Walking Dead comic books. They are florid, and unsympathetic and often too large to be believed.
But under the thoughtful, measured and intelligent control of actress Danai Gurira, the tv Michonne
became a pivotal leading character in a series that initially was less than sympathetic to the African American characters
In tonight's episode we saw Michonne walk away from her Alexandrian family and friends for the last time and her inspired, Japanese sword wheeling heroine will be sorely missed by anyone who has loved the show over the past decade
Pity she didn't go out with a bang
I've started my holiday time by hand cleaning the living room Gaudy Welsh Jugs which are dusty and soot covered after months facing the log burner fire.
The living room paintings have been cleaned too, then carefully placed on the bed in the west wing
In order for me to sugar soap the living room walls in preparation for painting.
The photographs of nearby Llandudno yesterday
Were sobering .
Please let us all not get angry, or judgemental
But let us all take a little time to reinforce just what social distancing means in real life
I've planted out violas, primulas and little blue daisy flowers given to me by Mrs Trellis.
My gargoyle in the front garden watches out for bad visitors and bad luck.
I am sure serendipity is his adopted name.
The bulldogs nap in the sun as the gray limestone of the cottage warms up in the spring sunshine.
I've got the covid 19 flyers to post along Cwm Road and to Erw Wen later but just now have walked the 50 steps ( and climbed the Graveyard wall- another 6) to my neighbour the Church in order to sit in it's peace.
My cottage name Bwthyn-y-Llan means Church Cottage in Welsh and I walked over to sit in the stillness of the place as suggested on the poster on the notice board which thought people may like a period of reflection in the once daily opened Church.
Earlier I went to the supermarket and bought only flowers.
Tulips of all colours with blue hyacinths and gypsophila
And when I got home, I filled all of my antique glass jugs and flowers now stand guard in every window
A guard against bad luck and misfortune
Serendipity always needs a little boost
Does she not?
Ps
A final photograph from my former colleagues from intensive Care Glan Clwyd Hospital
