A Quiet Rainy Sunday

 

Sunday morning.

Coffee and eggs.

The Archers.

I’ve cut flowers from the garden and set them up in dark corners of the cottage to lift the day

Then

A walk around the village 

The main road is quieter on Sundays  so Dorothy was able to negotiate our way without the usual hysterics.

Few people are about 

I waved at Nick and velvet voiced Linda who were having breakfast at their kitchen table and to gwawr out in her car. But I saw no one else.

Most of the neat gardens are still retaining their colour.

Stan’s deep maroon dahlias look marvellous, and the cheerful rubekkia at Graham’s are still a stand out on High Street…but I did notice that the garden around the hall look a little untidy and overgrown . 

I will see if I can get a few volunteers together to help me tidy it up 

The rain started as soon as we got home. 

That fine rain that soaks you immediately .

I’ve written emails in support of the Pilgrim Church and posted more on the village websites about it, but my back is aching so I can’t sit for long.

Yesterday I ordered a dvd which will, surprisingly will be delivered today ( I thought there was a shortage of delivery drivers) Its a gentle comedy drama called The Intern with Anne Hathaway and Robert DeNero

An Ideal Film for a quiet rainy Sunday

Enjoy

 

Brunch

 

I met my friend Cheryl for Brunch and a walk this morning. Both off our diets for one day 

We had the full breakfast at Bryn Williams with buckets of good conversation and strong coffee.

I’m having a quiet day tomorrow so it was a lovely way of bookending my holiday.

I’ve had a nice productive holiday.

Cheryl was impressed

I must have bored her with most of my list but she didn’t let on ..

A trip to London

A trip to Liverpool

1 art gallery visit

2 theatre visits

3 exhibition visits

1 stand up comedy night

1 evening with ( online)

2 evening meals out

2 cinema trips

I day sanding and decorating a bookcase

Afternoons at Aberfalls, Colwyn Bay, Chester and Llandudno

Brunch at Porth Eirias

An afternoon of very nice sex! Hey ho…

( that one pricked-up her ears)

I got home this afternoon to a jar of jam left anonymously which was nice 

I’m getting that strange feeling I used to get days before I went back to school at the end of summer holidays..but it’s ok…

A National Treasure

 

Miriam was interviewed by the delightful and insanely attractive Simon Callow and to be honest she started off in a rather subdued and for her persona of chat tv shocker , incredibly subdued way

But when the audience fired questions at her, she blossomed into a warm, self reflective, certainly strident   and intelligent character who , loved celebrated and adored her epithet of national treasure 

A lovely evening 

Her autobiography This Much Is True was released yesterday 

Aber Falls and Miriam

 

This afternoon the girls and I drove to the mouthful which is the village Abergwyngregyn and walked up to Aber Falls. 

The girls were buggered when we got back to the car

Tonight, instead of the cinema , I’ve treated myself to cheese and crackers and I’m going to live stream “An Evening With Miriam Margolyes “ from the Alexandra Palace 

I do hope she’s foul mouthed

Missing Julie, Bab’s Patchworks and Lilies by the back door

 

Even though Trelawnyd is so small, I can go weeks without catching up with Jason The Affable Despot .

He’s a self proclaimed hermit at times.

Last night we managed a meet and went to see the world premier of Missing Julie at Theatre Clwyd.

It’s always fun catching up with Jason. He’s bright and arch and funny and laughs easily . He also doesn’t suffer fools gladly, a trait which I like.

The play was ok. A revisiting and a rehash of the infamous Swedish 1888 novel Miss Julie now set in post World War One North Wales. 

It had a lot to say about class and sex and war and post lockdown and we couldn’t help but giggle when Jason likened one of the more dour characters to someone we both know in the village.

It’s weird cos my sister and I saw another adaptation of the novel two years ago at the Storyhouse in Chester .set in 1945 Hong Kong .

That one was unfortunately much better. 

I hate to say that.

Anyhow …..Yesterday I received some gifts 

Babs from the US, sent me two exquisite home made patchwork wall hangings which will sit beautifully on my spare room/ office walls in the East Wing of Bwthyn y Llan 

I love both of them, but adore the fact she incorporated the gay rainbow flag in her design of the star…

I am always so humbled by gifts like these.

Gifts that have been made over time with care, affection  and with skills I will never possess.

Thank you Babs….

 I took the dogs out yesterday morning only to find a large vase full of lilies sat on my patio table when I returned.

I was pondering who was responsible when a disembodied voice piped up from next door’s garden 

“ We are going away for a day or so, and didn’t want to waste the flowers……..enjoy them!” 

I will……..

Before anyone says anything , Albert never goes near the kitchen window .

Today I’ve sent out emails to organise a meeting of the “ Support the Church Campaign” 

We need to get cracking on a plan of attack ……

I can’t believe I’ve had almost two weeks off  

I’ve had a satisfying holiday 

Recharged and peaceful ….this afternoon I’m back at the cinema and tomorrow I’m meeting a dear old friend in Lancashire  for brunch and hugs and walks and big  talks 

It’s funny but before my divorce went through …and  until really  recently I felt terribly brittle and lonely at times 

But this week ….I’ve felt more empowered and ok with the brick bats thrown in my direction .

Mowgli Chat Bombs

 

It was still sunny and warm when I got to Liverpool yesterday. I walked past Church Alley to photograph the umbrella art before mooching around John Lewis in order to touch lots of nice, fashionable and expensive items. 

I met my friend Colin at Mowgli and initiated him in the delights of the chat bomb.

Now if you get the chance try eating this delicate Indian tamarind dough balls filled with an explosion of flavour of chick peas, garbanzo beans, green chilli pickle, a cumin raita, pomegranate seeds and coriander.

You pop the whole bomb into your mouth and bite…kerrpow! BLOODY LOVELY 

Simon Amstell at the Philharmonic Hall was entertaining , in an understated Jewish Gay sort of way. I missed his enfant terrible days of Never Mind The Buzzcocks when he terrified the celebrity contestants with his waspish wit…last night he was much more reflective, and gentle .

Not a belly laugh evening, but a sweet smiling one.

As I was eating and socialising in Liverpool Cheryl R was working hard at the village bingo night

She raised 900£ For St Michael’s last night. Well done that woman.

Get Ahead Get A Hat

 

I don’t wear hats as a rule . In winter I prefer those woolly beanie hats to anything else, but these are purely functional. I don’t go for sports hats. I think in older men, they are generally worn in an effort to look younger or to cover baldness.

I have a big head…that’s another reason I don’t wear hats, so this morning when Dorothy ran over with a black cap in her mouth, I was all ready to return it to the bench from which she had taken it. 

I had seen the cap on Monday where it had been placed by a Walker thinking it’s owner would retrace their steps to retrieve it. Two days later it was still there.

I put it on.

It was cool with dew and that felt good

And Cinderella, it was a perfect fit. 

I’ve kept it ! 

It makes me look a tiny bit younger and it covers my admittedly very small bald spot.

Seeing I have to be at Mowgli ( https://www.mowglistreetfood.com/ ) in Liverpool by 6 ish, I’m staying home today to do gardening.

Finally big Good luck to the powerhouse which is Cheryl R who has organised tonight’s Bingo and cake sale at the Memorial Hall tonight. She’s just collected my rather banal banana loaves and is offering lotus Caramel Sponges for sale

Bloody lovely