Wild Flower Meadow

 I’m meeting a friend later for cinema (In The Heights) and supper in Chester.

Today I need to buy my sister a birthday gift, but before that I will just have to share of a blissful half hour I have just had lying in the graveyard.

Village Elder Islwyn’s manicured lawn, the prospective resting place of many of the village people , has burst into colour after the recent rain.

A whole plethora of wild flowers have burst forth through the green turf. Crowfoot and self heal, creeping cinquefoil, daisy, buttercup and red and white clover

It looks quite beautiful close up

I would heartily recommend any Trelawnyd-ite to come to St Michael’s right now

And lie in the grass of the Churchyard

Theatre In The Afternoon

What a grotty day! 

Thank the lord I’d arranged to meet up with Chic Eleanor for an afternoon at the Theatre. This time we went to see the bleak comedy play For The Grace Of You Go I by Alan Harris.

It was a powerful and rather interesting piece which explored how Jim, a man with profound mental health issues, copes with his production line job and life by viewing things through the eyes of a film director, inspired by the weekly film club he attends.

I loved the fact that in an audience of say just 20 people Eleanor had the total lack of self consciousness to be able to give the actors a standing ovation .

“ Darling Please tell the actors they were absolutely wonderful “ she told an usher as we left

The usher promised he would , and beamed from under his mask

Apologies

 

I’m usually very responsible when taking the girls for a walk

Mary is always on a lead, and Dorothy who returns to me as soon as I click my fingers is leashed whenever a dog she doesn’t know looms into view or a cyclist appears on the walkway we venture down daily.

I didn’t see the man happily eating his bag of crisps this morning

It was raining softly and I had my head down

He was sat back, away from the path and was obscured by long wet grass

But Dorothy saw him.

Moments later all I heard was yelling

“ FOR FUCK’S SAKE!” the voice bellowed

Dorothy shot passed me with a cheese and onion Crisp bag in her mouth and moments later a middle aged man in grey jogging bottoms thundered out onto the path

Sans crisps, he stood there, red faced with two perfect and very muddy bulldog paw prints on each thigh of his joggers, then stormed off with my ineffectual and perfuse apologies ringing in his ears.

Pointy Breasts

 Just seen an intelligent 2 handed play at Theatr Clwyd ....A Splinter Of Ice 

With Oliver Ford Davies as Graham Green and Stephen Boxer as Kim Philby discussing their mutual past lives and connections ...lovely to be back in the main auditorium even though there was were only 100 people in the 569 capacity theatre

It was a quality piece 

But I have to admit that when I got home , I tuned into the 1964 Uk Thriller 

The Earth Dies Screaming with robots, and zombies and the apocalypse set in middle England on tv

And I Loved it 

Lots of sexist screaming and massively  pointy breasts

Tomorrow

 

Came across this video at breakfast

It’s living in my head rent free now

I’m pottering today. The weather has changed drastically, and so I’ve kept the outside jobs to a minimum.

I’ve bought paint. A warm navy for the walls of my bedroom and a soft ivory for the vaulted ceiling and walls.

And I’ve started Giles Brandreth’s biography of Prince Philip which is rare for me for I don’t do royal biographers. 

I’m going to the theatre tonight alone to see the cold spy drama A Splinter Of Ice

Thank you Megan 

Evening In Trelawnyd 2021

“ I’m not mad at you I’m mad at the dirt”

“Are you having a sale? “ Mrs Trellis asked over the garden wall, her watery blue eyes were twinkling

She pointed to the small yellow arm chair and the living room rug  which sat sunbathing on the lawn.

She was the third person to make such a joke this morning

Indeed, one Walker asked if I was selling the chair which she said was “ Ever so cute”

I’ve placed cushions and throws all about the garden on bushes and walls.

There is nothing better for a doggy household to deodorise things than to place them in full sun

I’m spring cleaning today. No theatre, no friends, no cinema , just carpet cleaning, proper hot water washes on the paintwork and five loads in the washing machine.

I find cleaning very therapeutic , which is all well and good when you share an 17th Century cottage with 2 dogs, a cat and a log burner. Of course having a new dyson hoover and carpet cleaner help, and I’m such a sad bastard that I always “ look” at the amount of vacuumed detritus whenever I’ve given the living room a good going over.

There is something very satisfying in inspecting the fluff amount! 

Am I the only one that does this? 

Again, I realise I am a sad bastard 

Doors and windows are open wide letting bird song, and the scent of honeysuckle into the cottage as well as Mrs Trellis’ old lady's “ You hoo!!! “ 

It’s warm and sunny

And it’s a joy to be home

Visiting

 

All of my Welsh terriers have visited my patients at some time or another.

They possess a stillness about them when around people who are poorly or distressed that is interesting to compare to the rambunctiousness shown by the bulldogs who greet everyone as though they are the centre of everyone ‘s world.

Today I went into work for fire training and I took the girls with me. 

Dorothy had to be left watching at the patient’s door , but Mary, as requested sat patiently in an arm chair next to the hospital bed and watched the patient carefully.

Moments later, and with permission she jumped lightly onto the bed and carefully lay down between the patient’s legs, her head resting on a tummy, and there she lay her big brown eyes watching the frail rise and fall of a chest underneath the patchwork quilt.

I couldn’t of been more proud of Mary as I was watching her lying quietly with that patient this morning.