Mi Bon Siach

 If you have the chance watch the tv series Unorthodox 
It’s the story of Esty, a nineteen year old ultra Orthodox Jew living in Brooklyn and her struggle with coping with her secular life.
This moment stands out as one of the most powerful I have ever seen on film as Esty, ( Shira Haas) auditions for a place in a German Conservatory which is her final ticket to a more mainstream and happy life.
The power and desperation  in this performance , which incidentally is a traditional Jewish wedding song ( Mi Bon Siach which means The Love Of A Bride) is amazing 


I watched this final episode yesterday afternoon, as I lay in bed.
It was a piece of film making so powerful I had to get up and walk it’s effects away.
I’m not moaning here, life alone is what it is, but I so needed to talk about the scene and how it made me feel inside and I couldn’t ! 
So had to walk away my thoughts around the village , which was cold and wet , yet filled with cheerfulness and bright lights and after 20 minutes I felt less tense and more relaxed
Unorthodox is not an easy watch, but it is a powerfully emotive one with a magnificently performed lead role .

Julie

 You forget just how good Julie Andrews is
This is a somewhat cheesy Christmas version 
But listen it it with your eyes shut
Sublime 
Off to work in a bit 


A Rose , A Puffin, The Women’s Institute Concert and a 24 year old thank you!

 I’ve talked of serendipity a great deal on Going Gently over the past two years .
It’s a phenomenon that has swing into my life like the pendulum of a great clock
And like a good clock, it’s presence has been timely.

Last night’s shift was a busier one than normal. I was knackered afterwards , and when I had breakfast this morning, I ate left over coriander salad with chicken out of the side of my mouth as I leaned sleepily across the kitchen table still in my uniform
I looked down at Dorothy who was licking her lips from her position in Winifred’s arm chair and told her to bugger off 
“Its been an emotionally  tiring week!” I told her, but unlike Winnie she didn’t understand my words and just looked guilty.
Winnie would have nodded benignly and would have mew mewed me a kiss.
I was in bed only ten minutes before a rather gorgeous delivery driver knocked on the door
The box was large and contained a standard rose for the garden.
The roses depicted on the accompanying label were old fashioned yellow and scented and called “ Winnie” a gift from my friend Colin 
A wonderful gift , and one that couldn’t be more timely 

The girls and I went back to bed feeling happy and warm.
An hour or so later another delivery man knocked .
He left a small square package, a gift from another friend
The card accompanying it said simply a puffin for an old dear poof...add it to that bloody art wall of yours



I returned to bed and slept.
When I  did eventually woke I noticed a message on my phone from the Trelawnyd WI .
They have organised an on line Zoom concert for Monday and wondered if any of the villagers wanted to join in. The singer is Iona Fyfe https://ionafyfe.com/
So there is Monday evening sorted ....village elder Ian says he’s quaffing craft ales during the concert.
I think I may have some gin left over in the fridge.

Iona Fyfe


Tonight I feel much brighter because of the rose bush, and the puffin and the concert.
And of this short note which popped up tonight from Facebook messenger 

“Hi John, you probably can’t remember me but I was an inpatient at sheffield spinal injuries unit in 1996/7, at the same time that the then nikki Claxton of gladiators came was there. I was just chatting with another fellow inpatient of the time,  and he mentioned the sheffield SIU friends page and there you were! You were such a terrific charge nurse and helped me and my family through what was an incredibly difficult time so 24 years later, a big Thank you to you for really making a difference all those years ago.

I hope this finds you well.Best wishes, Amanda”

How lovely!!!! a thank you message 24 years “ late” but like the rose bush, and the puffin and the concert invitation...oh so timely.

Serendipity? Perhaps ?....it’s a funny old thing

 

By Bryce Cameron Liston 

North Wales 1978

I’m with the cows lick and no blazer

I don’t remember this photo being taken
I was perhaps sixteen years old.
Prestatyn High School circa 1978
I don’t recognise that gauche young boy.
This is because my school years were some of my most unhappy ones I ever experienced 
Perhaps you can tell that from the half non smile on my face.

Earlier this week I put a few ghosts to bed. 
I accepted that many of my happiest memories were when I was partnered and married .
The anger masking these ....left behind , just a little

Clingy

 


It’s easy to anthropomorphise animal behaviour to suit your own mood 
But take a close look at this photo, taken just before getting up this morning 
Dorothy is on the left, Mary to the right.
Both with a part of their body pressed close to mine.
And overlooking everyone is Albert, wide eyed as usual.

Albert never sleeps in my bedroom.
Every morning he would be found in the back bedroom on his own or else sat with Winifred in the kitchen reading chair. 
But since Winnie died he has slept on the window seat, facing us.
Two nights in a row.

Funny what you notice

Mecrowavey

 This has brightened my day 



And speaking of food 
for locals 
Please order from The Crown takeaway menu
It looks bloody lovely





Down With A Bump

I’m flat as a pancake today.
I thought I would be.
Thank you all for the kind comments of the past two days.
Everything is back to normality though Albert is pacing the cottage more than normal 
I’m not surprised .
I went shopping and bumped into one of the senior staff from intensive Care. She asked me to go back saying that they were in need of my humour and she hugged me....
I felt like crying
I’ve made vegetable soup, warmed with chilli and wrapped gifts and wrote Christmas cards
And at lunchtime John Lewis delivered the small table I’d ordered for the living room, which gave me another construction job to do.


Social media from the village let everyone know that Mrs Turpin had lost one of her beloved schnauzers, so I took a plant around.
She cried buckets. 
My friend Brian , who lives in Ireland has just married his long term partner Aaron yesterday. He sent me the photographs. I wish the couple well.....Covid weddings are not easy , I am sure .

Brian and Aaron