Move On

 

Where as  Monday was all London and glitz and ABBA,

Yesterday and Today is all Trelawnyd and country and home.

The catch up sub committee meeting of the TCA took up most of Wednesday  night 

Chairman farmer Med is worried about the Upcoming TB testing of his cattle 

It’s a big problem locally.

I did shopping for Trendy Carol who has covid yesterday  

She answered the door in a mask and something ethereal and a bit flowing 

Mandy & Sailor John lost Mandy’s mum, who had been poorly for a long time , so I took spring primulas around with a card 

Over 16 years Mandy and I have supported each other with flowers 

I went to the village shop to buy a couple of gins and caught the velvet Voiced Linda doing the same 

We giggled like schoolgirls .

I’ve just been threatened on line by email by a troll which has been an incredibly stupid thing to do given my blog history 

I hope things will now settle down properly  

Now, as they should 

The video has a strength of its own 

It has nothing to do about today

But boy I love it 

Hey ho

  

Cozy

 

My bedroom is now sorted. The bare old floorboards, all of different widths that echo their age have now been washed clean and as the morning sun flows into the room , they are almost dry.

I always think my bedroom feels like a little boy’s room.

It’s tucked up in the eaves, and feels cosy because of that.

And it warms quickly when the sun shines down from the South. 

Mary knows this, and has sneaked onto her favourite sunny corners of the bed.

She sighs loudly .

I climb onto the bed to write today’s blog and fall asleep within minutes, only pressing the publish button after stirring at dogs barking from the kitchen 

Fluff Under The Bed

 

One of the fund raising ideas for the village hall is an indoor table top sale.

They always seem popular, especially in these days of austerity .

So today I am addressing the wasteland which is the area under my bed.

Boxes and bin liners full of shit.

A few years ago, I cleared most of the decks at the cottage but lots of stuff was squirrelled away under the bed and out of sight. 

Now that shite may make me a bit of money

So today is the day.

I’ve been ruthless 

40% boxed ready for the sale, 5 % recycled, 5% kept 50% chucked 

The chucked items are thrown into the front garden 

What fun

When All Is Said And Done

 

3000 ABBA fans in one purpose built, eco friendly stadium all intent on a good time.

What’s not to love.

We had a late lunch/ Early supper at Dishoom, then caught the central line to Stafford then the DLR to the Olympic park. 

We had a bottle of wine before the concert.

And it was a concert. A large band, backing singers and light show par excellence supported the ABBA holograms just as they would have done to four “real” artists, so from the get go the audience was transported to the ABBA of yesteryear.

It was all rather magical and at times strangely moving, especially as each of the band in close up hologram form addressed the crowds with an aside or anecdote in their 70 something older voices.and when they cranked up a gear, complimented by some very expensive and lovely light effects,  the whole area erupted into one big best friend meeting hug.

My favourite part, well apart from watching Janet becoming her 11 year old self again, was listening to Anni-fred sing the most melancholy of ABBA songs When All Is Said And Done proving even a hologram can be emotional 

ABBA

 

Train cancelled but everything on track

Just Keep Swimming

 I have several nice pieces of art now

Eclectic pieces. 

Some Welsh from Welsh artists.

Others from all around the world.

This is the one I would save first.

It’s not my Josiah Clinton Jones watercolour

Nor is it my lovely Sea Pinks by Fiona Carver or Irene Goodier” Off the beaten track” the study of an autumn wood in acrylics. 

It is a simple homemade card from a blogger , of a goldfish

Hand painted and personalised 

With the words 

John, Just Keep Swimming 

This simple little painting has got me through many dark days indeed

Transference

 In view of Albert’s psycho melt down last night I took Roger to today’s Trelawnyd Community Association meeting in the Hall. 

He was good as gold and watched all the proceedings carefully from my lap, his front feet wrapped around my thumb, like a baby.

Having said that, I’ve just watched an interesting case of physical transference as, after Albert had stalked through the house like The LionKing’s Mustafa, Roger, in a fit of teenage temper broke the cat flap window

I have nothing else planned today. 

Chic Eleanor messaged me about the tulips, 

I’m on night’s tonight doing the shift for a friend

Angst

Just before nine Albert caught Roger standing on the kitchen table eating his dinner out of his bowl 

The resulting fight has gone down in Trelawnyd History

Suffice to say that  Albert is now sat in front of the fire licking his banjo and

Roger is somewhere under the bed in the spare room