My hero, and so true
Velvet Voiced Linda
The Trelawnyd Street Wardens have been given notice of the impending lockdown by the ever gracious Velvet Voiced Linda . You can just make her out far left on the front row, her fashionable pant leg sidewards at a jaunty angle.
Even though, the initiative wasn’t only her idea, VVL made the whole thing work and she did it with diplomacy and a voice like chocolate.
These things seldom work without good leadership and at the original meeting there was many ideas thrown about, several of them not always constructive. But Linda ran with the good ones, commanded warmth and respect and got things done.
Not an easy job I can tell you.
In any forum
Not everyone in the village gets on.
Of course that’s a given, what with petty jealousies, power struggles and a previous middle aged patriarchy , and to be honest there is at least one person who I know hates my guts with blind testosterone and Mucho gusto!
I don’t care, as I know I am a person who speaks his mind,
It sometimes goes with the territory of being gobby and gay
But.....if I am being honest the feeling is bloody mutual...and is one stoked by petty behaviours witnessed when I was more at the front line of village activities....
Not quite the chocolate box village I often portray eh
But a very normal one, truth be told.
The decision making for Trelawnyd by Trelawnyd people is now much more diverse and eclectic
And that can only be a good thing. The community Council and the village association now run side by side which is healthy and with these and Linda’s wardens flexing their muscles, ready for a second wave we have good people prepared to fight the good fight
Click and See
Please click on the link below to see something magical xxx
A clue
https://m.facebook.com/#!/watch/?v=354642762533881
Handy hints
Wales enters another full lockdown on Friday
It might as well be from today, as far as I am concerned as there is bugger all socially to do
The girls have had a five mile walk this morning and I’ve already made sour dough bread and chorizo and red pepper soup.
I’ve also properly cleaned the oven hob using a handy hint gleaned from an old village wag
White vinegar and wood ash from the wood burner
Brings up hobs and all glass in a flash
Yes it’s an Bloody exciting blog entry today
I’ll leave you with this delightful photo from the Nina Treadwell Collection
It brightens the day
John’s World
Let’s put the jogger incident to one side
I’ve lit the fire.
There is a frosty chill in the air.
The dogs and Albert have been fed and walked and all are slowly settling down for the evening.
I made a low fat turkey lasagne for supper, which Winnie finished off as a treat
She now has tomato sauce on her forehead after cramming her head in the casserole dish
The framed print of Wyeth’s Christina’s World arrived from America today and I’ve hung it up the stairs where I can always see it from my armchair which sits just left of the inglenook.
John’s World
Covid: The Rise Of The Karen
I had another Covid based run in yesterday morning.
This time with a group of seven female joggers
It was unpleasant and upsetting
And this time I was on the receiving end of their righteous indignation
I was walking on the track or a former railway line with Mary and Dorothy when I heard them far in the distance . A set of joggers in close formation all shouting and laughing.
Their ages ranged from 30 s to 60 s
As they neared me I put Dorothy back on the lead and moved to one side to let them pass which they did .
But then they stopped filling the track as they gasped and talked and laughed all within inches of each other .
I called out a sharp “ Excuse me !”
and they moved to one side to let me pass but not before one of the women, buoyed up by numbers called out in a stage whisper
“Some People Are miserable,”
“ I’m not miserable but angry” I told them, whirling around
“You block the trail, are not social distancing , are spluttering and shouting all over the place and putting yourselves and me at risk of Covid” I said and added
I’ve just finished a twelve hour shift as a nurse with Covid patients so I know what I am talking about!”
(Well it was just one Covid patient but I thought it unwise to be pedantic)
The women threw back several comments but I only heard one naming one of their party a “ worker in healthcare”
“ Well she should know better” I told them suddenly realising I was on a hiding to nowhere
I started to move on
As I did so one of the women shouted “ We look after ourselves , we arnt obese Like you! ,”
I stopped and turned around
Shocked and upset at the personalisation and stupidity of the insult
For once I was lost for words and stood there open mouthed
“Really ? ......
Really ?” I asked shaking my head
Then I walked on
But the insult stung as it was meant to
and it was made worse because these women were middle class types , the ones that did care for their own bodies and ate healthily after a few kilometres run.
And I was a lone, invisible man who had dared to challenge them
Peter! Peter! Peter!
This amused me , because I can see myself walking around like this tonight, letting off excess energy
My colleagues and I all feel like this tonight, so we treated ourselves to a Chinese takeaway to have on our breaks.
It’s funny that something so ordinary re lockdown has become a real luxury and something to be enjoyed and savoured post lockdown.
I finish my run of four nights on Sunday morning
The quiet part of the night I have a book to read, a recent gift from Waterstones
surviving Tenko The True Story Of Margot Turner by Penny Starns.
It’s the story of a nurse Arrested by the dreaded Kempeitai during the fall of Singapore during world war 2
Good news to end today too, my friend has been found safe....
Tiny Terrors
Dressing animals in human clothes is not really the done thing, and is nothing I don’t really advocate
But bulldogs seem to understand that there is some levity afoot when their owners mess around at Halloween and seem to take to dress ups with alacrity
The French bulldog in this short video had me in stitches
It’s brightened up my second of four night shifts
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