Venice Day 2

 

Not a mistake , one photo of us in the mirror of a vapretto

 

It’s been a lovely day. 

In the end we missed the Murano trip so leapt on the first vaparetto and braved the sights in Venice’s centre.

It was glorious but quite hot and yes I did wear my hat.

We arrived back in out quiet North West corner of Venice at 4pm and spent 4.5 hours in the same cafe, eating wafer thin pizza, drinking spritzers, talking and people watching 

The Guggenheim tomorrow 

Hey ho 

 

Breakfast

 Never not a man of habit , I’m sitting with my coffee at a table.

The hotel Papadopolis overlooks the small pretty gardens with the same name and I feel rather cosmopolitan as I seem to be surrounded by guests from all nations 

It’s a glorious day, I have my hat ready and I think we are off to Murano

Venice Film Set

 It feels like a gigantic film set

The view from my hotel bedroom 1 minute after arriving

 

Committee

 

The Trelawnyd Community Association Memorial Hall sub committee ( you try saying that after a large gin)  is an eclectic group of village folk, intent on keeping our hall open and functioning in this expensive , post covid, financially compromised world 

In addition to the 2 usual Caucasian retired men ( every committee has them and they no doubt bring with them vital experience and know how) we have 2 bright working mums, an lady entrepreneur with a Joan Rivers sense of humour. A gentle hearted farmer, the glamorous velvet voiced Linda and her flared pants , and me and Bunty supporting and being the village gay population. 

I know it sound like a film cast but it kinda works. The main group is an eclectic mix too, a cheerful Welsh    Mom, an ex police inspector with a shrewd eye, an all rounder book illustrator, I could go on.

Last night we sorted out another list of ideas to raise funds for the hall , old Men’s Yoga, a casino night, film nights, bingo, more table top sales, a fashion show, a bespoke choir concert, badminton, history lectures and a grand Christmas food festival !!! And a even a 🌈 pride night out next year ( Bunty asked me if I was out at work for that one) 

Today I’m getting ready for my few days in Venice starting tomorrow

I suspect the hat will be left at home 

 

Walking In The Dark

 

A couple of years ago, I had a few dates with a guy which sort of petered out. 

We were not suited, and had no chemistry , but he was a nice guy and I’m sure that the feelings were mutual, so I was surprised that he messaged me asking to go out for coffee.

It’s transpires he has oesophageal cancer, a best friend in need of hospice care and a mum in a nursing home. 

Add to this the Herculean task of advocating himself in a post covid oncology fuck up nhs and no one at home to help  and it’s easy to see how difficult things are for him.

I sat and listened

That’s all I could do.

After he had left, I sat at the beach cafe, we had met in, and watched the sea.

I felt odd.

And thankful .

It’s never failed to surprise me, just how people cope with adversity. 

Most, in my experience do so blindly 

It’s a case of one short step in front of another.

Hands outstretched as if you were blind.

Hoping for the best 

Holiday chic

 

I bought this hat today. 

It’s for Venice.

I wanted a yellow one but I found only one and it looked like a sou’wester 

Not the “ look” I was going for

I was hoping for cute, middle aged gay-geek

My friend Ian suggested I looked like a child molester

Which was kind.

I asked him for another suggestion 

“A fat fisherman?” Was the answer

I gave up soon after.

The hat came today,and I FaceTimed Ian again

“ How do I look now?”

He paused

“ Like Dale from the Walking Dead” he said finally

I give up

Schoolgirl

 It’s very humid, the storms haven’t cleared the air and bulldog walks were cut short as Dorothy struggled with her breath.

I took them down to the stream which leads to the waterfalls and she dangled her nipples into the water, which calmed everything down nicely.

floppy Haired jogger was out again today which was a bonus. 

He’s a six foot , dark haired Adonis with hairy legs and a killer smile.

We are all charmed by him as he stops to rub each dog in turn,

He has a deep singer’s voice and

I simper like a schoolgirl 

Gawd I annoy myself sometimes…

Lol