The lockdown over the North Wales coast coupled with a month filled with night shifts have effectively pushed me into a cul-de-sac of antisocial activity.
The night money will come in handy.
The invoice from Mary’s vet came today 😳
At least her infected ear seems better
It fucking well should be for £180 !!
I have decided that I will have to fill the void with some old fashioned winter pursuits, namely reading and video watching. The reading of good books has been put on the back burner since Chris left so over the last two days I’ve done some research and have ordered a load of second hand books on Amazon
Giovanni Room by James Baldovir, Tales of the City by Amistead Maupin, A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara and You Know Me Well by David Levithan and Nina LaCour
All gay themed and interesting sounding.
I’ve also bought a whole plethora of esoteric dvds Such as some Korean Horror movies like The Wailing and Flu as well as a selection of classics that I feel I know but have never watched
George Cukor’s The Women, John Ford’s Stagecoach, Fellini’s La Dolce Vita are just a few films on order
I guess with Covid rules applying to filmmakers, it is understandable that the finale lacked some of the epic feel of those past. Beta for example gets killed in a somewhat underwhelming way that if you sort of blink and you’ll miss it. The same can be said for Maggie’s return, which seemed totally filled with serene smiles and as for the collective populations of Oceanside, Kingdom, Hilltop and Alexandria all climbing Unseen down a lift shaft to safety, well you have to use your imagination for that.
No the finale was somewhat of an anticlimax but it had its strengths
The scenes between Daryl and Carol were movingly observed as were those between Carol and Lydia perhaps finally Carol can mother the daughter she needs so much.....we have only one more series to go to see.
It’s time for The Walking Dead to finish now
Of the entire franchise it’s had the best characters and the best plot lines but it has also suffered from some Mistakes in storytelling which disappoint and spoil the whole.
I was reading The Lost Language Of Cranes By David Leavitt with my feet in the sun which created a rectangle of gold on the new carpet framed by the little square living room window
The cottage faces south and by 1pm the stone front has become quite warm after the autumn chill of last night.
I must of fallen asleep, just for a moment
But as my eyes opened and head jerked back slightly the room was suddenly filled with the scent of cold cream and talcum powder.
It was intense and almost overwhelming
and it was as if my grandmother has just bustled past,
Her big arms filled with laundry
Her face wide from smiling
A broad plain blue dress with short sleeves and a short apron
It was a good job that I didn’t understand the new lockdown rules in Flintshire last night when I had that run in with the two “ ladies” last night
If I had I would have said a little more than just cheap shoes!
The new lockdown in Flintshire has been a terrible disappointment
Organised cinema trips To Chester are now cancelled , meet ups with Liverpool friends postponed and even our 1940 s moustached choir master is now isolated along the coast, unable to meet us outside our choir venue.
These little luxuries of social contact have been a life saver
Now many are on hold.
Anyhow I’m luckier than most , so I’ll shut the fuck up...I thought this , at lunch with a friend today when I learned he was about to lose his job thanks to the virus
All I could do was to treat him to the meal and to listen
Not much in the great scheme of things
It’s wet and miserable tonight
Sod the diet...comfort food and a real fire is the ticket tonight
Certain trolls will bust their pantyhose at the chance to remind you all of this fact.
I won’t disagree
I can be a real bitch when I’m in the mood.
More about this later, firstly, I must big up Y Shed cafe again. I met my friend Ruth and after a nice walk with the dogs we chatted for hours over a very passable corned beef hash and coffee
Quite lovely in fact
That was this afternoon
Later on, I was indulging in a loud debate with a fellow customer at the checkout in Tesco
I wasn’t happy.
I wasn’t happy at all.
I noticed the woman and daughter were not wearing masks as they were yelling at each other about the cost of some luxury ice cream . The younger woman had a baby looped over her arm.
I gave them a wide birth, out of range of any droplet splatter
Later on, of course, they came up behind me at the checkout .
Loud and brazen
It’s called sod’s Law
I caught the older woman’s eye and asked her “why no face mask ?”
I had to repeat myself as she couldn’t hear me
“ what’s it to you ?” She snapped back
“ I’m a nurse and I wear one to protect you as well as myself “ I told her
“ Oh Fuck off “ the younger woman raised her voice “ mind your business “
The cashier looked at me pleading for the argument not to go any further
So I shook my head in a patronising way and looked down
Both women were wearing plastic sandals below Stretch leggings
and I resorted to the old tried and tested
“ Cheap Shoes !” I said and the younger woman countered with a “ yer what? “
“C h e a p s h o e s “ I said clearly and rather too loudly
And I could see the cashier half smile as I walked away
Ps..local lockdowns in Flintshire and Denbighshire start on Thursday
Pps thank fuck I was wearing my blue brogues rather than my Aldi crocs lol
Only 48 hours or so after I publicly announced that I am happy being single
I have been propositioned by two men. One, I haven’t heard from in a long time ,texted me hoping for a quick roll around in the sheets
The other had more obscure needs and wanted a Sort of date.
I’ve politely refused both.
Being asexual is en trend so they say.
So does this mean that I am finally grown up ? or is it as Rachel Philips perfectly explained that us singleton’s living main benefit is
“.....being answerable only to myself is doing what I like, when I like, how I like and at whatever time of the day I like.”
Yesterday around 4 pm I found that I couldn’t sleep and so I got up, donned my fourth favourite Walking Dead T shirt And pants ! and took Winnie and Albert for a short walk into the churchyard.( I had gotten up a few hours earlier and had dropped off the younger girls at Trendy Carol’s )
Winnie is incredibly slow now and Albert seemed to chivvy her along with morale boosting slides under her chin with his entire body but it still took a good seven minutes to walk up the lane and through the lytchgate .
It was warm and sunny and from our bench we lazily watched the lane as Mrs Trellis tottered down with Blue she left a carrier bag on the kitchen wall which later I found out contained a home made egg custard , three rustic napkins and somewhat strangely a set of pencils tied together with a piece of wool.
The day before my elder sister left bags containing jigsaws, a homemade cake, snowdrop bulbs and a book
That kitchen garden wall seems to possess great magical properties I thought.
A place for gifts!
It has been for years now.
As Mrs Trellis tottered down the lane I was listening to this piece of music.
It’s Exsultate Justi from Empire of the Sun
Somewhat oddly her steps fell in time with the beat of the music and it has sudden become her anthem. Music and Trellis as one as it were.
It seems to capture her nervous vitality quite wonderfully, especially as her Bobble hat “ bobbed “ Smartly as the sopranos trilled
Days off ! four full days off
What to do?....got tickets to see the indi coming of age movie Rocks. An “ in bubble” friend is coming for dinner and am meeting another friend for lunch
Oh Lord I’m only two nights in and I’ve gone a bit stir crazy
So I got up, washed my face , packed Bluebell with uniform, food and books and drove to Colwyn Bay where a walk on the Promenade before work was in order
No one at work knows where I live, so to make it easier for them I point across the bay and say my village is under the second hill from the left
It’s a sixty mile round trip, home -work-home
The second Hill a little clearer
I walked down the Promenade with the wind stinging my face , then drove to West Shore in Llandudno to watch the Sunset from the beach next to the hospice grounds.
Sometimes you just need the shock of the cold to remind yourself things are ok.
The wind turbine that powers Porth Eirias, which is a sea sports centre and restaurant in Colwyn Bay
which is a coastal town on the way to Llandudno
Looking West from Colwyn Bay to Llandudno
The sunset last night from outside the Hospice on West Shore Llandudno
I will leave you with some followers favourite cafe and bars.......
