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The high tension of yesterday's dog versus cat war dissipated this morning after I had taken the younger girls out for a long walk, but taking no chances I brought Winnie into the front garden where I knew Albert would follow.
The weather is glorious and I've planted  a sapling staghorn Surmac, by the front gate, where the old Californian lilac tree used to be. It will give height and colour to that part of the garden.
Meirion ( he who has the best garden in Trelawnyd) stopped to chat, he was impressed with my new planting....( I gave credit to my sister)
He's got a lovely agapanthus collection by the way!!!
Ohhh err missus!

Lazily I planted day lilies and cosmos as Albert cuddled Winnie in the sun.
As she snored , I noticed that he cupped her face with his paws and daydreamed by watching the clouds roll by.
Their friendship is a real one of affection

The only mini drama today was a quick visit by Jason the Affable despot who was after first aid for daughter Liv who had come off her bike.
I dug out antiseptic and plasters and told her it looked worse than it was.
She's a trouper and didn't need bullshitting  !

Bike ride later
My gusset has recovered
Hey ho

Gusset Pain

The fitness push continues

Out bike riding with Janet earlier

I now have a gusset like chopped liver!!!!

Ohhh the pain

Choir tonight

Jamie's 1940s RAF moustache has returned

Hurrah !!!

Stand off

The war between neurotic bulldog and middle aged disabled cat has continued throughout the day
It started over the possession of a dead rabbit early this morning but over several skirmishes and one full blown claws and teeth battle on the staircase
There is now a full blow Mexican Stand off in progress in the kitchen

These animals will be the death of me

And.........R e l a x !

My sister Janet called up when I was sleeping this morning and more or less finished the front garden.
It looks a picture with neat, weed free soil waiting to be filled with more herbaceous daisies and snapdragons .
I'm very pleased
I'm also pleased that one of the support workers cut my hair after work this morning.
I feel clean and tidy and now 8 lbs lighter than I did last week.
It was weigh in day today
I finished Hattie's shopping and dropped it around , completed my own and cleaned the cottage.
I bought three cheerful bunches of flowers for the kitchen table  living room and kitchen window ledges
And as the thunder echoes away from the hills in the West, I ve watered the pots
Poured myself a large gin and slimline
And have sat under the front door honeysuckle as Dotty sucks at my feet

Good Taste

I'm two weeks into my diet and I'm now into my groove

Ok, I had one wobble when I heard McDonald's had reopened its drive through!!!!

But the single cheeseburger and fries was a bloody well deserved treat as I had just left home to go one my third of five shifts last week.( I had ate most of it before I had got onto the A55 for work!!)

The rest of the fortnight, I've been eating healthy and with extra taste 

I finish my 60 hour night stint this morning and will not buy a scotch egg when I go to Sainsbury's on my way home, but will buy fruit and turkey steaks and veg.

I also need to buy Hattie And her boyfriend some provisions as they are self isolating in the village

Covid maybe on the wane in certain parts of Britain but in North Wales numbers are still just pushing past their peak.

Like many people I have had a strange relationship with my weight over the years

Bad times I put weight on. Content times I've put weight on.

Better times I lose it and thank God, stop farting when I bend over!!!!

It's time to lose the weight now, especially as lockdown has complicated the issue somewhat.
Shift work is a problem too, but one that can be worked on with effort.

Drink piles of low calorie, non carbonated juice and make sure your food is tasty

That's the secret, it's not rocket science.

Tonight I had a massive papaya, tomato and mozzarella salad ( tiny slivers of cheese added when turkey is hot)

Topped with pieces of turkey which had been dry fried after being marinated in soy, ginger, garlic, chilli and a tiny bit of honey

Bloody lovely

I take after my grandmother, she was big boned and probably could wrestle a pig into submission if the need arose, and so I will never be a waif.....that I understand

But I've lost four stone before quite easily and will do so again the remainder of this year

It's my last goal post divorce! 

What Would Your Mother Say?

I watched a video of some of the far right so called football lads protesters crossing Hyde Park today.
I was reminded of that terrible footage of the chimps in Jane Goodall's documentary of a few years back as one domineering tribe attacked another more peaceful group of apes
These men/boys acting as animals
Obviously harnessing and enjoying the aphrodisiac qualities of anger and excitement a score of  young men stamped and pushed and spat on people sat in the sunshine

All I wanted to say to each one of them
Face to face
Eye to eye
For what it's worth
" Your Mother Would Be very proud of you"

The Old Queen Asserts Herself

Like the Queen Mary on her final voyage to California, Winnie has continued to steam about in the background of cottage life at a slow sedately pace.
Most afternoons she is able to walk the hundred yards or so to Trendy Carol's garden , where she ignores the warm shade of the privet, favouring more the comfy sofa in her all glass conservatory.
But that is as much as she does now, and remains tired enough not to leave the cottage on longer walks or even for lengthy trips in the car.
But sometimes the old girl gets a certain glint in her eye
And this is where a sense of devilment seems to overtakes her
It's a quiet humour that's often perfectly timed
Almost as if Miriam Margolyes has taken over her body in a comedy vignette

Today, quite unexpectedly she decided to come to bed with me after shift.
Now she has not done this for months and months, preferring to sit in the reading chair in the kitchen or on the couch in the living room but after several deep breaths she plodded up their staircase  with all the finesse of Big Daddy from Cat On A Hot Tin Roof  and kicked open the bedroom door with one mighty swing of a forepaw.
With dramatic effect she stood in the doorway waiting for a reaction
What do you want ? I asked her , not playing her game, and the old girl schlepped on the antique wooden floorboards until she faced the bed without glancing at me at all.
Here she sat thinking
She thinks a great deal
All bulldogs do.
Finally, and with much effort she placed both front paws on the bedrame and jumped with a loud grunt.
Mary was bright enough to have already moved out of the way of a dog the size of the Queen of Tonga landing on the duvet but Dorothy being rather challenged in the intelligence stakes lay in a direct trajectory and as Winnie landed she booted Dorothy to one side like a miniature football.
And there she stayed, spent and content.
I slept to the right of her, my head on my pillow next to her head on hers.
A massive paw rested against my shoulder rather tenderly
Both of us snoring like pigs in warm mud.
Mary, Dotty and finally Albert squished in the base of the bed as best they could
As the old Queen rested in her bulldog sleep,
Secure she had made all of her decisions herself,
Perhaps for one final time

Whatever Floats Your Boat and Tickles Your Fancy Mister!!

The first gay card I received back in 1989 from Nu

So what's it like being 58, gay and single?

The question was posed by an interested heterosexual male in his 40s
and it was a question of depth by someone with a brain

Like general life, being gay, single and in my sixth decade has its challenges for sure, but typical of us gays sex is the least of our problems as thanks to the internet and apps galore it is more than easy to find a suitable bed fellow if you so need one.

Men in general and gay men in particular seem to have varying rules when it comes down to sex.
Many ( and more than I expected to be honest) aspire to The Cake And Eat It Brigade
These are generally successful men who have a partner on their arm, some trendy furniture and a get out clause which says ( and sometimes often unsaid) that you can shag around if the mood takes you.  Often there is a caveat here....which literally says don't shit on your own doorstep, but the rules are there ....do it but Don't talk about it !!!!
I am not sure I respect the Cake and eat it Brigade as much as I do the let's all get on shag fest going Brigade. At least if you share a third person or fourth  or whatever your need is , it all open and above board with everyone knowing what the job in hand is.
I don't think my esteem could cope with The Shag Fest Brigade
I was always chosen last for games at school and in most theeesomes , one person is always on the periphery so to speak.

Then you have the App Queens, Now these vary considerably and have too many categories to list here with any detail but suffice to say every guy from 99% straight to 100% gay will be there. Some showing their face, some just teasing with a body shot at the gym that hides their identity from boyfriends, girlfriends, work, or whoever!
The anonymous ones who say they are 45 when they are well over 50 lie far too easily
In many cases a lot of these guys lie too easily.
The app encourages it.
Save for the desperate
But they are another story not for today

I'm not a prude, nor am I judging too much as the rule is that it's each to their own in the ways of the heart.
I even considered an open marriage for a while before common sense took over and I realised just wanting it is the death knell of that lovely warm feeling monogamy always gave me.

And so , I am concentrating on friends at the moment and my gay friend quota is up a few 100% s this last year alone which is not bad given lockdown.
Having said this one friend Colin has become  a real tonic through the lockdown isolation as he lives in England and our conversations over video and messenger during the long nights that singletons often experience have eased the isolation a great deal.r
Psychotherapist Jon who I met in Sitges last year remains a dear friend as does mave the rave and recently a blind "date" arranged by a work colleague with Fernando the Ecuadorean hotel manager proved to be a hilarious lesson  in social distancing and cultural differences.
I feel as though I've met an  amigo!!!


So, to sum up, what is it like to be single, gay and 58? I'll say
It's complicated, for sure. At times it's  lonely that's another given. Other times it is what it is!..you just have to get on with it.
Single and over 50 gets you judged, probably more than just being gay does nowadays.
''Tis the way of the world
But over all I think I have a clear sense of self amid the bullshit that goes along with the gay world, a world that is rather less forgiving of its seniors than most I may add