Bunfight

My old blog friend Mike (Should Fish More), didnt know what a Bunfight was yesterday.
Perhaps it is more a British word than an American one.
It can mean one of two things
A grand , official tea party.....
Or a heated argument.
If I write bunfight, invariably I mean the latter

I've been overdue for a heated argument for a while
One has been simmering in my post decree absolute psychi for a long time now
I've known that for a while now,
I know myself very well.

This morning I was called a fat prick by a skinny, ratty looking man in a sports t shirt .
He had obvious shortness of bone, a shopping trolley full of cheap lager and two badly behaved children who were doing their own thing near the avacados

After trying to negotiate the brats for a while, unsuccessfully I may add, I remarked quietly  to the man to "take control of his children !"
Obviously the rebuke hit home and the man kicked off

A bunfight ensued.

Now I know rebuking another guys kids in front of him never really ends well,
But my blood was up ( as was my blood pressure) and transference needed a way forward

Well, I must thank the young lady who joined in the " debate" after the young ratty man referred to me as a FAT PRICK !!
She reminded the man that it was still dangerous to let kids wander ad hoc and given that covid rates are rising in North Wales
Ratty man told her to "fuck off too!!!"

This  was no arguement that could be won by my usual resort of " Cheap Shoes!!!" As ratty man was wearing very expensive looking trainers
And so  in my best Joyce Grenfell voice I countered with
" I may be a fat prick but you are a fucking ignorant arsehole !" 

On reflection
A double edged sword that reply lol .........

I'll Get This

I almost missed choir " Zoom"
I fell asleep dribbling in my arm chair at 5pm
Choir was 6.30 pm and we sang a Welsh lullaby which was sweet, but I'm too tired to catch up with friends for a proper chat...I wouldn't give it justice
I will do all that tomorrow

Tonight I've had several gin and tonics and with Mary balanced in the crook of my arm have watched Gogglebox and I'll Get This
Two brilliant tv shows
Cro in his blog today talked about alcohol and the lockdown ......and boy did that bring out a bunfight out of nowhere

Bed soon, in clean, field scented sheets
Stretched taught like when you were a child
I needed to be home tonight

Pentaglottis and Cow Parsley

I washed my bedding when I got home after my last night shift and as usual hung it on the field gate to dry when I went to bed.
It tells people I am home
It's a lovely day, bright, warm and full of birdsong.
I took advantage of the fact that the council workmen have not cleared the grass in the Churchyard and cut myself a large bunch of the blue Pentaglossis which I have coupled up with Cow Parsley from the lane in a spare jug for the kitchen table.
It feels so good to be free of work for a few days

Your Atticus Finch Moment ?

We would all like to to think that we grew up in a Town called
Maycomb Alabama

Obviously the backdrop of the Great Depression and of racism are not subjects to be trivialised
Here , but the thought of growing up with a parent with the stature of Atticus Finch is perhaps every child's ( and indeed Adult's dream) when they survey their childhood with rose tinted or tired eyes

My parents were too wrapped up in their own issues to really be bothered with the moral dilemmas in side their kids' heads.
Having said this I do remember one Atticus moment amid a brown 1970s childhood.
I had gone to bed , but had got up to listen to a family discussion from the safety of the top of the stairs. The discussion was centred around someone known to the family who had been caught in a gay clinch so to speak and it is important to remember here that in the 1970s, this sort of thing was deemed rather shocking to say the least.
Amid the head shaking and the " shame" comments one voice proved to be the voice of reason and balance and that was the voice of my mother.
Like Henry Fonda's juror number 8, in Twelve Angry Men , she calmly stuck up for the person involved, patiently giving a human face to the whole situation and pouring oil on a very stormy sea.

Even at twelve , I remember being rather proud of her individual stand against a tide of small mindedness...and even at twelve I knew that she was right and they were wrong.

What was your Atticus Finch moment?

I'd be interested to Know!

Sunday

I'm on my break at work and I've been a bit naughty

Already tonight I have bought some Clinique Happy fragrance on line and followed up that extravagance by buying two Korean disaster movies on DVD 

I'm just one mad crazy bitch

I will leave you with this little video, which is charming as it is funny

Meeting Billy

How's everyone doing ?
I ask that because , after a bit of a straw poll at work, it seems commonplace for everyone to be more emotionally labile now than they were before the lockdown.
Does everyone feel this way?
Well I think they do
Yesterday evening was a case in point
I had just got out of my car at work when a huge wild Billy goat suddenly appeared next to me.
We looked at each other for the longest of times and he remained unmoving and unafraid when I reached into my pocket for my camera in order to photograph him.
I chatted to him and reached out a hand ( which he studiously ignored even though it was literally an inch from his face) but he still held my gaze (something wild creatures are so unable to do ) until it was me that was ready to go
The encounter moved me greatly

The ringing of the Church Beall on Thursday night brought out a plethora of emotional comments on the village what's app and Facebook groups. Many of the villagers who had probably never even stepped inside the Church were moved to tears by the tolling of its bell and I thought then, that significant weight had changed to the more simple of events, that would not have held any emotional importance when not in lockdown.

There is no real getting away from it
We all have been truly affected by the events of the past two months
And we have been affected so much more than we care or choose to admit

Am I right?
Or is this the rambling of a middle aged old drama Queen
Stuck on overtime night shifts

How I envision myself ringing the bell next week!! 

The Royal Ballet

The Royal Opera House House is tonight streaming for free their latest ballet Anastasia 
You can catch it on their Facebook and YouTube channels and kick off for the debut is 7 pm tonight.

I'm working later but I will be sure to watch the production some time next week.
The Royal Ballet holds a special place in my heart, and it's been over a year since I last went
Oh to be sipping a gin and tonic in the conservatory bar again

Some days are better than others

It's been a nice 24 hours
Lockdown can be nice
If you're lucky.
The roses are a gift from my elder sister. Their fragrance is wonderful and already is filling the cottage like a warm hand. She and my brother in law chatted over the garden wall in the sun.
No real news, just checking in .....
Without the tv last night , I caught up with some Sheffield friends

I'll watch the Great British Sewing Bee tonight
I hope Mark and Claire were not booted out
There was a funeral here in the village this morning.

A lady from Bron Haul who had been poorly a long time.
She kept cats which surrounded her bungalow like confetti
One of her floral tributes was black cat.....I liked that.

Village Elder Islwyn had cut open the grave very neatly before the gravedigger arrived and we chatted for a while before I bumped into the vicar by the lytchgate.
I like the new vicar
He is bright and friendly and his smile is genuine

He said he was happy for me to ring the bell on a Thursday night once it is hopefully fixed

His white surplus glowed in the spring sunshine as he stood waiting for the funeral cars to turn up.

Hattie left me a couple of chocolate brownies on the kitchen wall this morning too and I ate them as I planted out animal Helper Pat's bedding plants into containers and baskets.
The concrete square behind the kitchen wall looks softer and greener than it did

I bought and fixed up a new tv, chatted to Blog Rachel on what's app and lit the fire before 6 pm
It's cold out of the sun

And finally! And most wonderfully
Thanks to tim and Ian