Evening The Same Day

 

The sun shines on the sycamore in the corner of the Churchyard with a certain glow at dusk.

It reminds me of the trees that border the Royal Botanical Gardens and the Sydney Opera House 

The ones that are filled with chattering flying foxes at Dusk

The sycamore is devoid of wildlife but the glow on its bark is the same as the one I remember from Oz.

I love this part of the day 

My sister had visited when I was at work and had filled more terracotta plants with geranium, pinks and annual colourfuls. All gifts for my birthday . 

The planters look lovely .

I watered them all and my existing planters in the front garden , the ones filled with hydrangeas, hostas and mock orange. 

It a relaxing pastime after working all day. 

I had baby oak trees in the car , a gift from a girl at work and I watered them too. I will plant them in a suitable place in the village .

It’s almost quarter past nine and I’m disappointed that the bats are not out yet, but that fox is barking again

And the dogs are all straining on the back of the trendy couch in the vain hope of seeing something

The Morning After the night before

 

6 am returned too quickly

Not even the dogs wanted to get up.

A hot shower

Lots of Clinique Happy

A strong flavoursome MacDonald’s coffee

I wanted to finish The Passengers by Will Ashon today

I haven’t time to précis it

But have a look , it’s intriguing ….totally intriguing

No bats or foxes in the lane this morning

Just You

I got to sit down late  tonight

It’s was  a long day

A mixture of a friends’s personal problems kept me busy by phone  and the need to have fresh air after a day shift kept me going still

At 10 pm I was walking the dogs down the lane and it was lovely to see that the bats are back , flitting like mini devil  shadows.under the one lane lamp 

Roger had never seen bats before and he barked quietly at them , not sure that barking was allowed

It is warm tonight too   and there was  no moon 

A fox was screaming  too and the dogs were on point quietly  listening ….spring/summer fox calls are usually ones in response to territory rather than romance ( these are in winter) and dogs were frightened by their alien make up.

Hey ho ……I had no one to tell of such treasures tonight 

Just you

Choir

I missed joining the other members of the TCA at the pub yesterday after we tidied the hall.

I went home, fed the dogs and sat for a moment on the kitchen reading chair 

And woke up almost two hours later, with an ear ache and with dribble down my new summer shirt

It was a shame as my fellow villagers are a nice bunch. 

Instead I tidied the cottage, and did washing and cleaned the spaces now free of clutter. 

And suddenly missed Albert when I collected cat food in a carrier bag to give a neighbour who has a cat. 

Cats are always the supporting actors to a home, and seldom a lead. 

I missed seeing his shadow , flitting briefly in a doorway 

Or still on the bedroom window chair

I sipped my bucket of coffee this morning after making a chicken salad with noodles . 

It’s 6.20 am ish and I have fifteen minutes before I leave for work 

So its short blog written in a sunny dawn

I check my Filofax diary for the week ahead 

I’m working all day on the bank holiday and have agreed on overtime Wednesday afternoon…it’s my birthday on Thursday and on Friday I’m at the theatre with a friend oh and on Tuesday I finally return to choir.

It’s a lovely thought to be returning at last.

Singing stops sadness in its tracks 

In its tracks 

Hey ho

Attic Sale

 I had to laugh.

Last night while I was waiting for the youth club to depart the hall

I head a slightly exasperated volunteer called out

“ Amy, don’t put that much toilet roll down the toilets again please “

I couldn’t  supervise the youth club if they paid me.

Anyhow it was the attic sale today and thing were quiet given the glorious weather. 

My sister made 85£ on her quality stall. I made considerably lesson mine but sorted a profit out nevertheless. It was therapy too as everything I had brought was taken to the charity shop afterwards.

Nothing of mine came home with me.

I saw a lot of faces not caught up with in a while The Gop Farm Matriarchs, Boffin Cameron’s mum, Moterbike Jean, and others, and was home by 2 pm in time to water the plants Janet had planted up for my birthday and wake the dogs up for dinner.

I buried Albert in my old field.

Right in the corner by the pig pen.

In the spot he adored murdering rabbits in.

Green Shoes

 Apologies for deleting the blog and its more balanced reader comments , but I’ve just got home to briefly witness the bunfight which ensued earlier.

What a palaver ….

Anyhow I took my painkillers and washed my face and went to Liverpool 

Nu is over there seeing family and she squeezed me in for lunch at Mowgli 

The best medicine ever.

I even did some shopping, buying a few lurid shirts for my holiday and these great shoes

Thank you for your kind comments about Albert

He’s buried in a shady corner of the field 

Fate

 I had pain in my ear and down my jaw all yesterday. Last night the pain was suddenly  so severe I rang out of hours and by mid evening I was collecting antibiotics and painkillers for a suspected tooth abscess 

I went to bed early and woke up feeling as though Shelley Winters had sat on my head all night

I took more antibiotics and painkillers and by ten was starting to feel a little more human but still quite nauseous 

I think fate wanted me to be home today for when I sat at the kitchen table looking at a cup of tea, I heard coughing from outside .

It was Albert  and he was being sick . 

His damaged leg stuck out at an odd angle and looked suddenly useless. 

He looked very unwell. 

I scooped him up and I cradled him on my knee ( something I have never done before) and we sat in the garden as the dogs sniffed at his black fur until they grew bored and dropped one by one to the floor.

Albert died soon after

As Roger gleefully got up and chased a bumble bee up and down the gravel path in the sun like a loon.

Meet Up

 I’m meeting one of my fellow bloggers . 

It’s Libby and she’s on holiday in Llandudno .

We are meeting at Osborn House , the boutique hotel/ restaurant where I was married. 

It’s ok, I’ve been once before and that visit didn’t trigger any sentimental reactions . 

Now I don’t go out of my way to meet my fellow bloggers. Blog friendships are odd and often just one sided as perhaps they know all about the you, well the you want them to know and you often don’t them as much. 

Having said this , all of the bloggers or followers I have met have been delightful characters,  David Travel Penguin , Steve ShadowLight, Ilona Meanqueen, Diane and Gary who came to my biggest Open Allotment days are just a few that spring to mind and I have around five or six others that I just know I would get along with very well if they turned up in Trelawnyd with a few beers and a scotch egg or two .

There are also a couple I’d dearly like to meet over a glass of wine and a romantic meal but that would be telling lol

Today’s cooking

Spiced Korean pork, wrapped in cabbage leaves and homemade mini pork and herb patties