A Sleeping Dog

Then I look at the face of a sleeping dog

And all feels a bit better with the world. 

Dogs sleep when their pack slows down and they feel safe

And I’m watching over my sleeping dogs I realise

What a great job to have

Best Laid Plans II

 My nephew Leo is now unable to meet me for comic con at the weekend , which is a shame as I was so looking forward in catching up with him again.

The mantra of the past month must be best laid plans should it not.? 

Comic Con or not I still now have a spare ticket to the theatre and another empty hotel room for Saturday night which is a shame as so far I’ve not been able to conscript any fill ins.

And even my two new Walking Dead T shirts were delivered again today. 

No trouble 

I’m not going to be downhearted, London is always fun to visit on your own and according to my friend John Vanessa Redgrave completely steals the show in My Fair Lady.

Anyhow I made meatloaf in the air fryer for supper today and spiced up the recipe with Korean hot sauce. 

It’s a lovely evening with a blue sky fringed with clouds and Merv Price’s racing pigeons are roaring above and around the Church like giant shoals of fish. 

And so I’m eating outside, my eyes closed in the sun,  listening to the WOOSH of feathered wings as they circle a dozen or more times before settling

I will leave you with this tiktok video . It’s a cross between a social experiment and some visual silliness where an attractive man pretends to need a helping hand in order to cross a busy street.

I found this excerpt rather uplifting and it sort of reminded me a little of when Leo was a small boy…when we were in the centre of London for the very first time, he would nervously take my hand with his before crossing the road.

Early Dinner Out

 Caught up with an old friend over from Australia.

Lovely to have grown up conversations with her kids over a meal and a walk with the dogs up the Gop

Not a late night , bloody hell , I’ve had hardly any sleep today so 

I look rough as a bears’ arse 

But a nice afternoon, easy, unhurried and perfectly normal 

Lies

 

Brought down by a gay grope

Boris will soon have to go, even non stick Johnson can survive the latest bout of lies and the resignations of Rishi Sunak and Sajid Javid .

It’s a sad state of affairs indeed and has been for a considerable time.

I’m just waiting for that slimy little weasel Michael Gove to come crawling out of the gutter with platitudes aplenty as the rats are swimming hard from the sinking Tory ship

I despise them all 

Scratching an Itch

I had haggis for yesterday’s tea. 

Haggis and fried eggs

Bloody lovely. 

Sainsbury’s had haggis on special offer 

Like you do.

I have lots to say today but can’t quite express myself coherently 

Do you ever get like this?

My head is filled with thoughts of travel, and change and movement and I feel unsettled 

But before anyone commiserates, I don’t feel bad , just a bit restless.

That feeling you used to get the night before school. Or the day before an interview , or a holiday .

Waiting for something to happen

Later this week I’m off to comic com with Leo. It’s a weekend which will be filled with extremes , his superhero's and my My Fair Lady . 

This will scratch some of the itch, I suspect 

I’ve ordered my walking Dead t shirt for the day, knowing I can’t overshadow his superhero outfit.

We’ve organised for sushi too in between geeks and has-beens.

I’ve been talking about going to Berlin with a friend and am suddenly sick of the fantasy of the proposal 

Time for action dearhearts 

It’s now a time for action with many things 

Buggery Bollocks

 I’m writing this at work.

No I wasn’t expecting to work last tonight either! 

I arranged to meet up with a friend and make supper, so as the fish pie was browning nicely in the oven and a nice white was chilling in the fridge I was surprised by a phone call from work .

I failed to notice it was at 7.30 pm, the start time for night duty .

A month ago I have volunteered to cover a night duty without a second R./N on duty

I’d totally forgotten about it

Supper wasn’t scheduled until 8 pm so I did the dash of shame , dropped off the wine and dinner at my guest’s house with profuse apologies before driving to work a good hour and a half late.

Bollocks, bugger bollocks 

Any dinner party disasters out there? 

Sausages of all kinds

 As she grew older, my mother developed a rather unhealthy obsession with her dog, Hamish’ s bowel habits. When, after I had travelled 2 hours from Sheffield to see her in North Wales, one of the first subjects she always crossed was the consistency of his stools. 

This was often discussed before I had managed to take my coat off.

Now most dogs ( and I’m especially referring to welsh terriers here) have the grace to look embarrassed when going to the loo in public. Mary will back into some bush off the beaten track and will complete her toilet needs with the decorum of a debutante. 

Unfortunately, bulldogs show no such reserve and will take a dump, generally rather gleefully, in full view of the  Dagenham Girl Pipers if they got the chance. 

It’s almost a badge of pride if one can pass something the size of a large haggis in front of as many passers by as possible.

Like my mother I have noticed this glitch in their usually bouncy and diva- ish personalities, but only now am sharing it with you all.

This morning on the Dyserth walkway, Dorothy knocked one, the size of an average anaconda, out in front of a large group of middle aged lady walkers, much to the disgust of one who loudly complained it all as being “ Revolting “ 

True the walkers had to form themselves into a fork of two branches in order to negotiate the massive turd as I was looking for a suitable receptacle in which to envelope it in and I thought, at the time that Dorothy did try to make the best of things by grinning widely at the walkers as they tiptoed past.

I must be feeling benign this morning as I didn’t rise to the revolting remark .

That’s not like me.

Anyhow it’s been a nice morning all told. 

Walk, shop and brunch.

I bought sunflowers, bespoke spiced sausages, a reduced priced haggis and some mozzarella cheese 

And cooked sausage with egg for brunch made special with dusting of mozzarella and Korean hot sauce

I finished that with my daily bucket of coffee.

Bliss…..

I took my time over brunch and read as I was eating, only being disturbed by commotion in the lane when forty or so vintage tractors, out for a jaunt passed cottage with a roar. 

We went out to wave as they got a little gridlocked by the church 

The chilli sauce soon had its effects and I retired to my bathroom for a sit down and a read.

As usual Dorothy followed me and sat watching carefully from the doorway .

A “ Thats my boy “ look on her fat face.

Missing The Raindrops

 The field isn’t mine anymore, but I’m still glad to see that the  ponies returned yesterday .

There was a look of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse about them as they are all wearing their fly masks, not that they seem unduly bothered by them .

I drove to Llandudno and bought a gift for my sister’s birthday at Mostyn Gallery 

I’m going around to see her for supper later.

I enjoyed the folk concert last night and my companion. jason is an interesting character and always good company to be around. 

He has an interesting philosophy in life which predominantly centres around the abject refusal to get stressed by anything 

“ What’s the point ? “ he says simply 

And strange as it may seem he seems to live successfully by this maxim.

It’s an enviable quality