Little Fuckers

 I was working in the library most of today.

A gaggle of 17 year old boys trapped me in the multisex toilet on the ground floor thinking I was a mate of theirs and all shouted Arrrhhh!!! When I finally managed to push it open, much to their horror. 

I did see the funny side but that was after bellowing a very loud “ YOU LITTLE FUCKERS!” In shock ( a shout that brought the librarians galloping down the stairs with red faces and heaving bosoms) 

I was down to work on Saturday but I brought in a favour and now have the night off. It’s casino night in the village which was a riot when held previously so me and a friend are going along

I’ve also organised a Japanese lunch out with another friend on Wednesday which should be fun and several more activities after that . 

Janet is also taking me to see Giselle which will be a real treat as long as the wili’s impress 

My ex gets remarried in a few days time , and I’m all a bit mixed up with things to be honest 

Best to keep busy

Fucking hell…I’m tired of these up and down emotions 

It’s like being an effin teenager in this house

Red Flag

Well surprise surprise

Patrick’s life turned out far too complicated for one Welshman to want to deal with . 

I’m not saying much more but suffice to say young children and a wife are involved.

I wished him well today, and he did the same to me

He wasn’t surprised 

This has happened before no doubt 

And I would suggest will happen again

Complicated always means someone eventually getting hurt

Don’t post platitudes about finding the right person please

I’m fine just slightly disappointed 

This video reminded myself of me

It’s a bad habit I’ve always done in pet stores

A red flag for some no doubt

Bonfire Night 1975

 

I was going to go to the cinema in Chester early evening, but the city is hoping to hold a firework show at the Roodee and parking will be a bitch so I’ve decided to stay home.

The fire is lit and the dogs are bored

And I am reminded of a bonfire night from 1975.

Seventies Bonfire night for us Brits was a big night. 

Council fireworks on the beach brought out the crowds even though it was bitterly cold and my sister Janet and I were wearing matching duffle coats in the back of my father’s car. 

We were adjuncts to his role as head of the town council 

And even at eleven we knew it .

The fireworks were watched together without him

And he marshalled us only when the press photographer wanted a “family” photo.

It took him a few minutes to arrange his chain of office over his sheepskin coat .

The photographer shouted for smiles and my father hugged both of us

Something he never did in real life.

And my sister half smiled through the cold 

Whereas my stern expression never changed at all.

Even now I can sniff out a physicality that is false 

And my back still stiffens 

New York

 Exactly six years ago I went to New York, Facebook reminded me of this fact overnight ! 

The weather was amazing as I recall

72 degrees!!!  I miss the city so

So I’ve booked, my next trip, for June next year 

Duvet Day

I’m in bed.

It’s cold and although I’ve lit the fire, Dorothy and I have returned to bed and have had an extra sleep. I’m on nights just for one shift tonight ( days and nights in the same week…yes I know) 

Now, I’m listening to Desert Island Discs with Patrick Grant which has proved to be a rather moving.listen whilst hiding under the duvet.

I’m looking a little like his side kick Esme Young with my Mr Motto glasses on.

Note to self order more reading glasses on Amazon.

It’s blustery outside and I ain’t going nowhere

 

Watching Roger

One blogger asked about this music on a previous post, so I thought I’d repost it. 

It is all rather beautiful .

It’s half term in University, but I have to write an essay so will be going into the local campus library to work. Trendy Carol’s Hubby has taken the dogs.

Work needs shifts covering but I couldn’t face another day like Monday

When I walked the dogs this morning great untidy V’s of honking Canada geese flew over to the west and Mary, Dorothy and I stopped to watch them for a while.

Roger hadn’t a clue where they were and looked vaguely around the field borders in the hope of finding the location of the noise.

He’s so sweetly dim

It’s colder and feels like Autumn

I got home after four, picking some shopping up for Trendy Carol’s hubby as I did so. 

I also bought some very strong cheese which I’m going to toast on hot buttered bread later as a treat. 

There is nothing better than a cup of tea with cheese on toast.

I thought I’d share this little Roger moment tonight. 

He was sat quietly in the Trendy’s Trendy conservatory when I called round

The girls were asleep on a couch, but he was standing guard watching a pair of blackbirds spar in the dusk gloom. 

I stood and watched him for a while, wondering what on Earth he was thinking and in that time he spied me standing there. 

He didn’t bark or jump up, or even wag his tail but he sort of nodded his head in recognition and although I couldn’t see his face clearly

I could tell that my dim sweet boy was smiling like a loon.

Lunch

 

Looking back towards Trelawnyd from Bryn Williams

Saturday seemed too far away so I arranged with Patrick to have lunch out today.

He drove over from Chester and we ate at Bryn Williams

He had rosotto , I had the fish fingers

It was a nice day

He has a shy smile and a potty mouth

I will see him again 

Shift

 

The downside of palliative care is that sometimes all you do is check and administer important medications. This procedure is carefully managed and two trained nurses have to prepare the drugs and administer them to maintain safety. When your patients have complex pain issues this process can be repeated hourly, and so you can be on catch up for most of the shift.

I’ve had such a shift 

It reminded me of some of the overly technical shifts I used to have on intensive care.

After one of those I used to drive to the beach and just sit in the car in silence with the windows wide open, desperately trying to remove the yakuda monitor bleeps and calls and warnings from my brain  

Tonight I parked on North Shore in Llandudno  and did the same 

I found a half eaten packet of cheese and onion crisps behind the visor and ate them joyously 

Sucking the salt from my fingers 

As the cold sea air flushed through Bluebell’s windows like a cold flannel on a hot brow

I’m meeting Patrick tomorrow, for brunch