Is it me?

 

Is it me ?

Or instead of one past-his-sale- by-date homosexual living a pretty hum drum single existence in a picturesque Welsh cottage 

Does it look ( and smell ) like four hormonal smelly teenage boys live in my house? 

Finishing nights, and after a few hours sleep , I’ve reviewed the wreckage .

Now some of the blame must be given to Roger who not only has gleefully stockpiled three discarded pairs of underpants in his crate but who managed to locate my new beard trimmer from inside a wash bag hidden underneath the bathroom sink and dismantle it over the living room Carpet when I was sleeping.

The rest of the mess , I’m afraid is down to me.

Cups and spoons clutter the kitchen tops, the bed looks like I’ve had a troupe of strippers in and I can’t even share what the bathroom looks like without an antiemetic 

On Friday the place was pristine 

Bugger knows how it happens

I took the dogs around to Trendy Carol’s when I did her shop ( she’s still got covid )  

And I made myself a late bucket of coffee before getting stuck in

Dusk

 Apart from walking the dogs in the middle of the day ,I’ve slept the whole Sunday.

I woke at 5.30 with Dorothy gazing at me like a worried Buster Keaton, had a shower , got dressed and took the dogs out again, this time with Albert in tow

I leave the cottage for work around 6.30.

It’s silent at our part of the village. I presume Mandy & Sailor John are busy with family and trendy Carol remains a bit poorly. Their houses are dark and quiet. 

Only mine shines a light.

We walk down the lane and I look at the sky 

It’s a Gone With The Wind red and looks magnificent .

It’s at these times solitude turns into loneliness but fleetingly so.

The time when you want to say to another human 

“ Look at that marvellous sky “

So Instead I photograph it 

And send it to you my friends here

And from now on, no one will sneak in a comment of how indulgently depressed I am being, or now inappropriate  it is to feel a feeling and share it .

I’m not depressed , or generally indulgent. ( no more that most regular bloggers I guess.) but I am sharing a feeling and this wonderful photograph of the sky

Taken over the cold fields of Trelawnyd Village on Sunday the 12th of February 2023

Before I leave for work.

Update

 Just to let everyone know 

Going Gently now has Comment Moderation which means your post comments may not be published immediately .

What I didn’t know, is that anonymous comments will be published as long as I sanction them 

I’m sorry for the wait in publication. 

Takashimaya

 

Over twenty years ago I walked onto Takashimaya the now long gone Japanese department store on 5th Avenue.
A beautifully dressed sales assistant was placing flowers, one by one into a glass vase of sparking water and she bowed her head in greeting.
I bowed mine in return and allowed myself to walk around one of the most exquisite shops I had ever seen.
It felt as if I’d come home.
On the fifth floor I bought a ridiculously expensive pair of glasses both of which had a delicately design etching of a lobster surrounded by tiny fish.
The pair have been two of my most cherished items for years
I fell in love with them as soon as I saw them.


Last night I told my dinner guest to dig out a glass for herself for her wine when I prepared the food.She picked the Takashimaya glass thinking it was the safest option as my much cheaper ( but more delicate looking wine glasses frightened her)
She noticed my look and offered to put the glass back immediately .
I refused.
It’s nice to see the glass used

As intended

Bum Itch

I’ve got a friend coming to stay later .

I’ve made a lasagne and treacle tart from scratch, but bought custard and nice Italian bread to accompany it. 

Mary disappeared from the garden whilst I was preparing the food and I eventually found her inside the old coal bunker where she had fallen through the opening.

She never thought to bark.

I’ve shopped again for Trendy Carol and planted out cheerful primulas in pots to brighten up the doorways 

It’s a Friday but feels like a Sunday.

There’s a burial in the Churchyard today.

Little news to report except that

I’ve burnt my bum on the toilet again 

After over bleaching the seat yesterday.

It’s itchy and sore

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