The lane up to the village , my cottage is at the top
The cottage with her bluebirds
I got home last night to thick ice and some snow.
The girls were safe at Trendy Carol’s so I picked them up, fed them and we all promptly went to bed.
I felt dreadful.
But overnight the antibiotics started to do their thing and by morning I didn’t feel too bad.
I’m resting today.
I Bought a trashy Asian disaster movie for this afternoon and I will go to bed early which is my want to do on New Years Eve.
My long awaited turn around on day shifts have come around with a vengeance , I’m working the next two long days and the hospice staffing is pretty low.
Hey ho, be careful for what you wish for eh?
Now my blog today, is passed over to you commentators,
It has proved so often to be a good move on my behalf as often the comments are much more interesting than the post itself .
Of course it’s about New Years Eve,
More importantly a New Years Eve
What is your most memorable New Years Eve?
I have not really celebrated New Years Eve since the 1980s where it was common here to get dressed up in fancy dress and make a tit out of yourself at family parties and the local pub circuit
In 1989 that was all finished for me when a friend, Ian Parry, was killed in a plane crash on the 28 th of December.
Frivolity and celebrations at New Year just kind of ceased after that
My low mood recently hasn’t been helped by a recurrent urine infection which now seems to be finally reacting to a second load of antibiotics.
A fourth dose of Ciproxin had me starting to feel better this afternoon, but as I was scraping the frost and snow from Bluebell this morning, the plastic scraper broke and a piece smacked me hard in the right eye.
Mid morning my eye was bloodshot and painful so I asked our retired doctor who was on duty in the hospice to have a look at it.
He held my head under the glare of a fluorescent light in order to oversee the damage only to be interrupted by the unit housekeeper who immediately made 5 out of 2+2 and gasped an “ohh sorry,” before bolting out of the door in fits of giggles ....
Tonight I’ve just taken my fifth dose of antibiotics with a half litre of water and have given myself some eye drops and with the girls piled under my duvet, I’m in bed watching Giselle looking like Shrek
My first day shift in nearly four months starts in two hours.
I didn’t sleep and was awake just after 3am and 5 am
At half five I took the girls and Albert for a walk in the frost
A group of four badgers were spinning in the lane outside Trendy Carol’s and for a moment at each ends of the dark lane we faced each other off before the badgers scattered like fat leaves...Mary yapped and Albert arched golden eyed as they fled.
Dorothy hugged my calf, frightened as always minutes after the encounter.
I settled the animals down on the kitchen reading chair as I made my breakfast, and even Albert was nearby rubbing his face on the chair back.
I’ve just realised .....I miss saying goodbye to a human before I go to work.
Cameron has finally photoshopped the somewhat difficult photo of the Trelawnyd Lockdown Wardens and it is now ready for circulation . I will post this on the village what’s app group too but if anyone wants a copy please get in touch. I will get a copy blown up and framed for the village Hall.
I think it’s important such an initiative is marked.
Cameron has some beautiful photographs which are for sale framed or unframed . These can be seen on the following Instagram account
We walked the dogs on Colwyn Bay Promenade and ate sausage baps thick with brown sauce, followed by large plastic cups of strong hot tea at one of the little kiosks at the Rhos On Sea end.
A woman waiting for her tea fell into conversation with us about the dogs and presumed we were a couple.
We played along because it felt nice to do so
Small pleasures now rank as high ones in this new world.
This time it’s Pride and Prejudice with Mathew Macfadyen’s tree trunk thighs
Oh be still my beating heart!
In a dark living room, I’ve watched a very careful Albert walk slowly to the blue trendy sofa where Dorothy is sleeping.
She is snoring as loud as Winnie used to do and strangely Albert has just joined her, padding carefully like a panther. his big eyes golden.
I held my breath as he curled up behind her, his head tucked tight against his tail and her side and briefly she stopped snoring ,lifted her head and sniffed him just once with sleepy interest. Then she laid her fat head back down next to his as I let out a sigh
Last night was the most Christmasy I have felt, thanks primarily to Storm Bella, a living room full of scented candles and the film The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society
It’s a lovely film and is one that strangely resonates with our own lives under lockdown.
In the film the Characters are under curfew of the German occupation of Guernsey.
Isolated from each other and from any cultural fellowship.
Isola Pribby is a lonely spinster waiting for her Heathcliffe to turn up in her life, Amelia Maugery a widow overwhelmed with grief, Eben Ramsey a grandfather and postmaster and Dawsey Adams an isolated pig farmer.
All are hungry for the spark, a literary society meeting gives them, but more importantly it is the friendships that evolves from that shared experience that proves the most significant for each of them.
The experiences of these film characters, will resonate with many of us in blog land ,for we too are little islands in isolation from others.
All in need of connection,
To feel a part of something
Blogging is our own Literary society meeting
I’d love to say that I’m a sort of Dawsey Adams , but in reality I’m a bit of an Even Ramsey crossed with a Miss Pribby
