Casino Night

 Sometimes we all need a bit of silliness and Trelawnyd had that in spades last night when the Casino Night rolled out the red carpet.The Male members of the TCA donned their best DJs and set up betting tables with poker, blackjack roulette, craps and the like, then for a ten pound fee, we were give 150 £ in notes to make the biggest profit.

At the end of the night there was a fun auction where people betted their winnings against each other in order to buy a hamper etc, or some unknown Booby prizes such as Afternoon Tea Out ( which turned out to be two teabags and a cake) 

You get the gist.

My friend Ponies Sue and I sat with village leaders Helen And Ian, Boffin Cameron and his mum, Gill from choir and Nick, but we were soon winning money handover fist as beginners’ luck kicked in.

Boffin Cameron leading the lady riders

Over a hundred villagers turned up

I’ve never met this lady before but I love the Welsh touch of her putting her winnings in the side of her bobble hat

Bridget and Loraine who helped organise the event

Mrs Trellis looking groovy

TCA trustees Will and Glyn

The pub provided the bar and although I drank too many ciders, I managed to get home without weaving too much , something a few of my fellow villagers failed to do, I may add….

It’s raining and miserable today , and again bra straps are being hoisted as I’m off to the opening of the new cinema in Chester The Picturehouse

Im going to see the French hit drama Anatomy Of A Fall this afternoon

Hey dearhearts hey ho

Over The Rainbow

Sometimes we haven’t the words to say, sometimes we haven’t any to write

Sometimes silence is the way forward .

I’m a Gemini 

So chatting and chatter is in my nature

We Gemini’s seldom sit still

Having said this I was born premature so should have been a cancer by rights?

Cancerians are moody and emotional and hidden

I will leave you with this old gem 

Back on Sunday

Scotch Egg Resus

Dorothy was poorly this morning and refused her breakfast

This worried me greatly as she hasn’t missed a meal in five years, 

So I fussed around her as she lay quiet on the kitchen reading chair and even contemplated not going to Chester to meet my friend Ruth for lunch so worried I was 

But Bulldogs are not bulldogs for a reason and by four o’clock , the scent of a sliver of bespoke scotch egg wafted around the kitchen brought the girl back from the brink of death

Ruth treated me from the butchers in the new Chester Market

I gave Dorothy a half egg ( a true prize in this house) to clinch her full recovery

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Hysteria

 I miss laughing like I did when I was a child 

I think we all do

Laughing so much you cried

When a drunk Auntie Betty trapped herself on top of a child’s slide with a packet of chocolate buttons melting down her cleavage 

When Gran Fry got locked in the lavatory and was calling out for help

When one of the posh girls from Brynterion Close put on a dance show and shouted out “Crumbs” when she fell over

Great moments of pure humour.

Night Nurse Hysteria is a common phenomenon on busy wards.

It often occurs right at the end of shift and is culmination of over tiredness, stress, the need to debrief and realisation that you will have to do the whole thing again the next night.

Once I was sat at the end of my patient’s bed on Itu, totally knackered.

A domestic decided she was going to clean  the floor with a loud buffing machine and in a low voice I threatened to kill her with a drip stand if she didn’t stop 

The domestic knew me and knew I was joking but the nurses around me saw the funny side of the threat and started to laugh.

I remember laughing until I cried as they did the same, the Filipino nurses still polite , shielding their mouths with their hands 

And that morning all you could hear was the bleeps of the monitors and the strangled hysterical laughter of the staff

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