Going Gently

After All Tomorrow is Another day

I’m working tonight to cover sickness but had a lovely afternoon catching up with two old friends Ruth and Dale.

After lunch in the garden we had a mooch around the village, seeing all the locals I’ve written about over the years.

Nice day

Firefighting

I’ve had one of those “ firefighting” shifts at work .

To be fair they don’t happen very often and so I’m not complaining , I’m merely telling you, but I’ve only just got home this evening and it’s 10pm .....15 and half hours after I left this morning.

I’ve done as much as I could for a complex patient, but it wasn’t quite good enough and I’m left feeling rather disappointed and very tired.

I’m 58 and I feel it today

I’m too old for this shit

But at least Dorothy has licked my sore feet back into shape

Hey ho

5 of Us

Mary a beautiful study by boffin Cameron

When I finish a day shift it is now very dark when I get home.
It was today and will be tomorrow
Albert is always sat on the kitchen wall waiting for me rather impatiently and gets down after a face to face rub to follow me to Trendy Carol’s to Collect the girls.
He never walks through her gate, for he knows he would be attacked by Carol’s fox terrier if he ever did so, so he stands and waits for the reunion he so clearly loves and craves for with tail swishing and eyes glowing.
The bulldogs bounce out of the conservatory like baby hippos and we all have to wait with everyone tap dancing In excitement for Mary who is usually secreted away on Carol’s knee for her daily love in .
Then the five of us walk home, with Winnie in the lead and with Albert trying manfully to rub heads with each of the dogs that don’t quite understand the greeting.
All they want is dinner
All he wants is for his pals to be together.

Half an hour later all four are crammed onto my new sofa fast asleep

I’m looking into getting Mary covered by a Welsh Terrier stud
One set of puppies before she gets too old
If all goes to plan I will keep one male puppy ( who will be called Roger ) and will give Trendy Carol a gift of a bitch to thank her for all of her kindnesses with the dogs since my divorce.
Without her, I could never have kept them with me, so it’s the least I and Mary can do

Another adventure in the making me thinks.

Hey ho

Roses Around The Door

Yesterday........
Was
Lunch with a friend who is having a bad time.
Mary’s vet visit and steroid treatment for her bad ear,
A troll who irritatedly took my time
A heavy heart at work tomorrow when I’m not quite ready for it
But at dusk
I stood in the garden and realised that the climbing rose around the door had bloomed again
And everything was well

“COCK OFF!”, Troll, and other irritations ......

The new cockerel on the block

Old cock

Yesterday a new cockerel has suddenly appeared in this part of the village and the resulting “ Cock off!” between him and the single and rather lonely bantam cockerel who has lived between Church and gardens for over two years now was loud and never ending since around 4am.
Like my fellow blurry eyed neighbours , I am very much in need of my bucket of coffee this morning.

The new cockerel with his distinctive crow has proven to be a minor irritation today
Yesterday I was irritated by a troll, which is the way of the world , if you have, like me, blogged for any length of time.
Trolls surface like pond scum
Or as Julia Robert’s Julianne said in My Best Friend’s Wedding
“ pond scum. Well, lower actually. like the fungus that feeds on pond scum.“
Anyway the analogy is true Trolls surface, like pond scum, from time to time.

For those that didn’t pick up on it, my troll appeared in Sunday’s blog. She ( and the language and way of writing proves the gender of the troll to me) disguised herself as a somewhat angry and traumatised elderly man called Bill, who had been separated from his Alzheimer suffering , nursing home resident wife because of Covid . “ He” took me to task about us not social distancing or wearing masks on the beach, not adhering to Government rules ( which we were) and eventually became more angered with a more pointed rant “ People like you ..selfish....hugs and kisses with a friend .....etc etc “ All personal attacks centred around me ,emotion and not in any fact relating to personal “ bubbles “ and rules of the time.

Bill’s logging on to blogger was only on that day. The threats and arguments had been clearly been collated from months ago and the troll didn’t factor that her use of language and argument had been clearly used before under other pseudonyms and guises.
It is easy to compare the wording and grammar
Exactly......A no shit Sherlock moment ..

How dare that troll.
How dare you, pretend to be and hide behind such a vulnerable character, in order to make a point and to obviously win an argument.
And how sad that you have spent the time processing this infantile disguise in order to garden support and sympathy .

This is not the way adults should behave
You should be ashamed of yourself.

There, out with anger , in with love!

My bucket of coffee is almost empty and I’m more awake and I feel more human
and finally the Cock Off has quietened down somewhat, so much so that I can hear the hedge sparrows arguing again in the honeysuckle over the front door.
Big breaths
Out With Anger , In with Love

Today is a mooch day .
I considered cinema but the weather is good and Mary has been booked in to the vets at 4 pm for a check up on her recurrent ear problem .
So I will be making low fat meals for my Next long days at work.
I’ve arranged to meet some old friends on Friday who are staying at Matriarch Irene’s Caravan park
and Sunday it’s lunch out with Chic Eleanor and friends
All lovely social things to look forward to
Social distancing and government guidelines permitting
.........of course!

I will leave you with this video

It reminds me of my singleton days before Husband and after my first boyfriend

A Quiet Corner

A quiet corner by the front door.

The last of the garden roses fill the space with scent of old summers.

Thumb sticks made by a village friend stand guard

Over etchings and needlepoint

And a grumpy old Welsh lady.

And the yellow walls suck in the sun over the wooden heart of

the little desk fresh from being fed beeswax and oil

Picnic

The weather couldnt have been any better for a picnic , and around 30 of the hospice staff turned up on the lovely West Shore of Llandudno to eat, drink and chat in the sun .

It was one of those easy going afternoons where everything fell into place nicely