Trolls
Trolls, commentators with little emotional intelligence and spineless anonymous commentators have been trying to shake us bloggers recently.
Some bloggers of old have resorted to a blog holiday just to escape them
All three types just get on my tits
Arseholes all!!
I've spent the afternoon in a park with a friend
We dodged the showers , ate sushi and fruit
And talked until it was time to go home
I had a date!
Some bloggers of old have resorted to a blog holiday just to escape them
All three types just get on my tits
Arseholes all!!
I've spent the afternoon in a park with a friend
We dodged the showers , ate sushi and fruit
And talked until it was time to go home
I had a date!
Therapy
By hour number three, they didn't bother raising a head, even when I got overly excited and bunged out an old standard lamp which crashed onto the concrete path by mistake.
It's been a totally therapeutic day
It really has!
I really feel that I have turned an important corner in my life today
I shall discuss this more in detail at some stage
But that's not for today
Hey ho!!
Knickers in the air
Hey Siri what day is it today?
Bloody Friday already!
So what does today hold for me
Shall I go down to the beach with all of the mindless stupid people who are following that Oaf Boris' instructions to "Get on out there!!" ?
Or should I get pissed and drugged up and hold a rave party down Cwm Road in the hope of injuring a couple of policemen?
Hummm?
Well I'm actually clearing out my wardrobe
It's entertaining the neighbours!!!
Bloody Friday already!
So what does today hold for me
Shall I go down to the beach with all of the mindless stupid people who are following that Oaf Boris' instructions to "Get on out there!!" ?
Or should I get pissed and drugged up and hold a rave party down Cwm Road in the hope of injuring a couple of policemen?
Hummm?
Well I'm actually clearing out my wardrobe
It's entertaining the neighbours!!!
Hot
The pace of the holiday has matched the pace of the mini heatwave and slowly I have cleared out my new bike shed and re organised the garden shed which now has neat lines of gleaming garden tools in it as well as a newly buffed up mower.
Not content with the outside sheds, I made a start on some unsorted bedroom cupboards and cleared out a load of shite as well as carrier bags of old books and photographs all of which I have therapeutically thrown into the bin.
I bumped into Mrs Trellis when I was returning Jason's power cleaner and both agreed to attend the photo session of the Street Wardens which looks as though it's happening on Sunday evening
Mrs Trellis is buying a computer soon , so impressed she is with on line shopping.
Trendy Carol ( in a baseball hat inspired ensemble today!!) stopped to chat as the lone cockerel stopped by for his tea as he made his way back to the Churchyard.
I feel for the bird who looks and acts incredibly lonely
I caught him yesterday standing on the Church wall listening to the crowing of a cockerel at the livery stables only 1000 yards away.
So near but so far away.
The bulldogs have spent their day with nipples against cold shady concrete
Thunderstorms are on the way
Documenting The Present
This photo can be seen on my sister blog http://trelawnydhistory.blogspot.com/
It features all of Trelawnyd volunteer Wartime force and was taken outside the memorial Hall
I like the fact things are documented
I've suggested that we organise a socially distant " Group " photograph of the Street Warden initiative organised by Velvet Voiced Linda from Well Street
Ok it may be a bit like herding cats
But I think something that has worked so effectively should be documented and celebrated
I've put the request out on the Warden's App and Cameron has agreed to take the photo!
Siri.....what day is it today?
Oh it's Thursday already is it? Bloody hell.."..
I'm sat at the kitchen looking at my list boxes
Seventeen ticked off already!!!
I will drain my bucket of coffee soon and will go and clear out the shed
Eighteen ticks by lunchtime!
It's a lovely day,
I will leave you with a short tribute to Margarita Pracatan who died yesterday
The Great British Sewing Bee
Well with a few crikey and Crumbs comments the lovely, slightly gauche , 1940s Claire won the Sewing Bee.
She wasn't a hugger
She didn't shout or cry or emote very much,
She just kept prodding her specs and got on with the job
But her mum loved her so very much and her best friends were people from work that respected her
Serendipity and Bluebell
I thought I would share a story with you today.
Well, to be honest Going Gently is all about stories...but this one is true and is one I couldn't quite share at the time it happened.
I'm sat in a park in St Asaph.
St Asaph is the " city" where I was born.
The cathedral bell has just rung a sombre 9 am and I'm sipping coffee at a picnic table.
The sun is shining!
The city, is infact the size of a large village and I'm here waiting for Bluebell to have her brakes repaired at a nearby garage
My story starts two years ago.
I was in a very bad place. My husband had just left me ...I had no job
He had taken the car we both used and so I was reliant on friends like jason who loaned me their cars to catch up on the basics .
More importantly I had no money.
No money which to buy a car and certainly no money to pay a solicitor
My solicitor is based in St Asaph
Right next to the cathedral
I remember the day when I saw her for the first time.
She was full of very Welsh sympathy, had an elasticaed waist on her pants and offered constant cups of coffee....
Welsh sympathy often means repeating the word " Bechod!" In a supportive way
Anyhow, I digress.
She informed me that the divorce could cost me a small fortune and I remember thinking at the time how the fuck was I going to afford that as well as financing a new car which I so desperately needed.
It was a very bleak day indeed!
Then serendipity reared her fortunate head, as she has done so many times for me these last couple of years!
I returned home after that first consultation to a phone message...a phone message from a solicitor's firm in Manchester. A solicitor that specialised in PPI
I had requested a PPI review several months before and had totally forgotten about it, but the message was real
" you have a claim mr Gray " it said " several in fact going back into the 1990s!"
Even the clerk sounded excited
I rang back and told her I would kiss her on the lips if what she said was true
She told me it was true with a titter!
That money paid for Bluebell
Outright!!!
It also got me onto my feet
Bluebell was my saviour. Under her steam I found a crappy job which boosted my self worth and with her I managed to sort out vet runs for poorly dogs, solicitor meetings and my independence.
Bluebell and serendipity have been good friends to me
I won't forget either of them x
Ever x
Well, to be honest Going Gently is all about stories...but this one is true and is one I couldn't quite share at the time it happened.
St Asaph is the " city" where I was born.
The cathedral bell has just rung a sombre 9 am and I'm sipping coffee at a picnic table.
The sun is shining!
The city, is infact the size of a large village and I'm here waiting for Bluebell to have her brakes repaired at a nearby garage
My story starts two years ago.
I was in a very bad place. My husband had just left me ...I had no job
He had taken the car we both used and so I was reliant on friends like jason who loaned me their cars to catch up on the basics .
More importantly I had no money.
No money which to buy a car and certainly no money to pay a solicitor
My solicitor is based in St Asaph
Right next to the cathedral
I remember the day when I saw her for the first time.
She was full of very Welsh sympathy, had an elasticaed waist on her pants and offered constant cups of coffee....
Welsh sympathy often means repeating the word " Bechod!" In a supportive way
Anyhow, I digress.
She informed me that the divorce could cost me a small fortune and I remember thinking at the time how the fuck was I going to afford that as well as financing a new car which I so desperately needed.
It was a very bleak day indeed!
Then serendipity reared her fortunate head, as she has done so many times for me these last couple of years!
I returned home after that first consultation to a phone message...a phone message from a solicitor's firm in Manchester. A solicitor that specialised in PPI
I had requested a PPI review several months before and had totally forgotten about it, but the message was real
" you have a claim mr Gray " it said " several in fact going back into the 1990s!"
Even the clerk sounded excited
I rang back and told her I would kiss her on the lips if what she said was true
She told me it was true with a titter!
That money paid for Bluebell
Outright!!!
It also got me onto my feet
Bluebell was my saviour. Under her steam I found a crappy job which boosted my self worth and with her I managed to sort out vet runs for poorly dogs, solicitor meetings and my independence.
Bluebell and serendipity have been good friends to me
I won't forget either of them x
Ever x
Bluebell sleeping in the shade of the church elms today
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