I found this video
Mary is now the only survivor
Bittersweet to watch again
Lazy Blog today
Fancy A Chat?
Hello,
Let’s have a chat.
I’ve been out for a long walk hoping for a chat but strange as it may seem, I didn’t bump into anyone I knew.
The walk was so long that half way through Dorothy had a mini gay-man’s flounce and sat miserably at the back door of a parked car in the blind hope that it was Bluebell.
She’s only just forgiven me now, and that was after the fact I let her lick the eggy bits from my Brunch plate.
Yes people as part of my diet I only have Brunch and Dinner now and alongside a reduction of alcohol and eating crap after 6 pm at night. It seems to be working
Well....I had to do something , my underwear drawer needed a mercy killing initiative.
Stretched to buggery and with too many holes.
Thank god for Amazon.
As Mrs Doubtfire would say
So in these final moments of lockdown I am polishing those tarnished bits of me, I missed when pulling up my bra straps over the last year. Something, I think we all do, when there is a whiff of spring in the air and the weak sun, warms your bones when out with the dogs.
Takes a long sip of coffee from my trusty bucket
I’m feeling happy today. Happy with my new resolve. I’ve started to read the 20 books collected and stacked on my new ( ultra trendy John Lewis) side table and I’ve started the first of my on line courses which remind me I still have a brain and the capacity to debate.
............phone rings ...I answer
I’ve returned after a long phonecall from Nu which was as invigorating as an icy plunge in the sea. We haven’t physically met for a year and we are now making tentative plans what we will do when we can...more adventures afoot more laughter ahead.
Blogland has settled down too, with less troll activity spoiling the chatter and it’s nice to feel more kindness and less game playing around........oh and as I’m talking about blogs .....
Go visit Libby at
https://libbysaidok.blogspot.com/ her new blog needs a few virtual hugs of welcome
I’ve just video called my friend John in Sheffield. We discuss Hitchcock at length, it’s one of those conversations we used to have over too much red wine in All Bar One.
I miss him
Time for a coffee refill
Bloody hell it’s 2pm ....I’m working the next three days so I have jobs to do.
Operation dog snot removal, more sooty cobwebs to scoop up, ones I missed last week.
I’m glad We’ve had this chat.
I will leave you with a photo of the primroses I planted by the front door.
They are optimistic and cheerful and mirror my mood
Enjoy them
Hitchcock
Had my first lecture from the The City Literary Institute tonight on The Master of Suspense:Alfred Hitchcock’s Spy Thrillers. It’s an eight week course which, from my first experience , seemed very interesting and stimulating
It’s nice learning stuff just for my interest only and not something confined to work it’s a bit like pampering yourself with a long bubble bath and a facial
It’s the BIG GAY QUIZ tomorrow night
At this rate I’m going to be all zoomed out!
Sunset Phonecall
Was it five years ago?
I think it was.
Sunset on a summers’ night and a phone call from a stranger.
He was sat in a car, near a beach and it was clear he had been crying.
I could tell he was young, perhaps thirty.
He had a clear English accent almost devoid of local lilt or twang.
He told me he was a teacher but refused to give me his name.
I worked so hard on that phone call.
I kept him engaged and I listened.
And he talked so sadly about how he felt and how much he wanted to die.
His class had scored poor marks in their A levels and he felt a failure.
He had felt a failure all of his life.
For an hour he talked and he even laughed when I asked him to share with me what music he had listened to in the car.
He didn’t know that I was sensing I was losing him and that I was playing every trick in the book to keep him talking.
I heard him open the blister pack of tablets and he admitted he was piling them on the passenger seat
My colleague mouthed are you ok from her booth and I shook my head. She came over to listen on the spare headset and jotted down ideas to help.
They helped, the man talked a little more.
We talked about the nice things in his life, his friends, his family but he grew sad when the sunset finished and he told me it was almost dark.
I asked if we could call him at another time , to support him, to listen, but he refused politely
I listened as he took a few of the pills.
And he cried a bit more
Before gently ending the call with a click.
My colleague blocked all further calls and brought me a coffee and a hankie and
I ate some chocolate digestives and I cried a little
Cried in frustration and for the futility and waste of it all.
I will always remember that call
Loyalty
There is one thing you have to know about me and that is the fact that I am always very loyal .
Totally so.......
Loyal to romances
Loyal to friends, to my family
And loyal to my obsessions
The Walking Dead returns this month for a final flourish !
I’m so excited
I’m wearing my fifth best Walking Dead T shirt tonight in anticipation
It has soup dripped down the front
In true form
Carol and Daryl have almost made it to the end ....
Who would have thought?
Heaven Knows
I had my first ordinary flu jab yesterday evening and had a surprising reaction to it ( I had never had one previously)
Last night I felt rather poorly, lots of aches and pains and a banging headache.
I had a lie in, took paracetamol and am feeling more human today.
John Huston’s Heaven Knows Mr Allison is playing on TCM with Mr Mitchum at his sexy masculine best
One Is Fun
Back in the 1980s my mother, thinking she was kind, bought me a copy of Delia Smith’s One is Fun cookbook.
I was mortified .
She might as well have accused me of being the last spinster in the parish
How sad I felt.
Tonight I decided to support the village pub with their takeaway initiative and ordered myself a minted lamb burger with a side of macaroni cheese.
“ Is that the order in full?” I was asked professionally
“ Yes it’s just me “ I replied suddenly feeling like a right sad sack
Another singleton of the parish.
Do you remember that episode of Sex And The City when single Miranda felt judged by the Chinese takeaway lady?
I was reminded of that today
The meal was expensive for a treat for one, but it was a treat and I’ve got enough macaroni for supper tomorrow .
The food was bloody delicious
But I did feel a bit like a sad sack
Cobwebs and kindness
I’ve only just finished sucking up the sooty Miss Haversham cobwebs from the beams in the living room.
Smoke leaves everything foul smelling and grimy.
My chimney sweep turned up today to help sort my mini crisis out.
It was his day off but he troubleshot the problem and kindly worked out that there is a kink in the lining of my chimney which has been constricted by tar.
He cleaned the chimney yet again and I’ve set up special cleaning logs to loosen the residue.
As he beavered away and I cleaned everything in sight my sister turned up and tidied up the front garden. She’s wavered her fee asking me to put it towards my speeding ticket charge which arrived today
200£
Bollocks for the ticket but big thanks to her and again big thanks to the chimney sweep who helped on his day off
I met Chic Eleanor for a walk , she started to teach me mindfulness
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