Treats

 


I thought I’d share Kelda’s latest village based video
It shows Trelawnyd in its full winter’s if brief best.
Last night I met up with Gorgeous Dave and we went for a meal at the Erskine hotel in Conway. (another treat). We sat and talked for two and a half hours and had some lovely food. 
After Uni today, I’m meeting my family for dinner at the Dinorban Arms which is treat two this week.
Tomorrow is treat three with an early doors meet with Chic Eleanor. 

I’ve  bought her a metal wren for Christmas .


Scruffy

 


I’ve had a beard since I was 24.
It’s a full beard at the moment 
Usually it’s trimmed and a goatee 
I quite like the Father Christmas look but I know it’s unkempt and lazy
I will trim it today and have washed my Christmas jumper too.
I’m going out for dinner with Gorgeous Dave so I will have to shape up 
He’s so ably turned out.
I wonder where this comes from, my two sisters are always impeccably turned out and my brother was no slouch in the dapper stakes either. my parents although old in their outlook always dressed well even in 1970 and my husband was neat, tidy and groomed within an inch of his life.
Is it habit I’m like this? 
Do I really don’t care? 
Have I let myself go? 
I’m off for a long hot shower and my beard trimmer is all charged up ready





Sunday Lunch

My bladder is playing up. 
It will do and has done if I forget to hydrate.
I’ve not slept well but I will be fine tomorrow.
Im embracing home today.
So I’m cooking.
A proper roast dinner. 
A British roast dinner is like Jewish penicillin Chicken soup
It does you good.
Of course I will make too much , so I will plate up another portion for Eirlys and will pop it, some mince pies and card a bit later.
Leftovers for tomorrow and Tuesday, fried and mixed together
Bloody lovely


I’ve got a few bits for the village telephone foodbank too, but by the look of things it looks like Sainsbury’s shelves already which is a lovely thing to see.
The real spirit of Christmas in one large red box


I never make a roast dinner for myself, a rare treat…


A Christmas Rubber Chicken, A Scarf and Cards To Die For


 The hunky Postman never got the change to “James Herriot” my cat flap today , as Roger caught sight of him early doors and marshalled the troops to meet him at the garden gate with big smiles and busy tail wags.

I opened the parcels and cards at the kitchen table and was amazed 
A beautiful scarf, simply wrapped ( I love it) 
And a Christmas decoration in the shape of Winnie’s much loved rubber chicken from Mistress Maddie.
Wearing the scarf, I cried real tears at the chicken and it’s significance 

I miss my old Queen Sálote of Tonga so
My favourite photo of Winnie
Getting pissed off with me Christmas Day 2018
When we were at the cold beach and she wanted to go home



Godzilla Minus One

 

Finally I got back to the movies and boy did I enjoy returning.
Today’s film was a Japanese  version of the country’s own original monster movie from 1954
A retelling of the Godzilla story from the perspective of the post war Japanese people.
It’s an interesting movie and strange as it would seem, a very emotional one as we follow the story of a thrown together nuclear ( literally) family of Shikishima ( Ryunosuke Kamiki) a kamiski pilot who refused to crash his plane, and Noriko ( Minami Hamabe) a young woman who saved a baby (Sae Nagatani) during the firestorm on Tokyo 

One pissed off Dinosaur


This chaste family Unit try to forge an existence in post war Japan where most of the population are haunted by ghosts of the war, living in squalor ,fear of the H bomb threat , and coping with the internalised anger at their own Government for dragging them through a war which degraded them. 
Indeed the whole message from Godzilla minus one ,is about redemption and one of saving face. 

Director Takashi Yamazaki interestingly has the general public, the old soldiers and sailors from the war to fight a rather bad tempered and nasty Godzilla and the destruction set pieces have a wonderfully vintage and slightly old fashioned feel to them, almost as if we were back in the man-in -a-suit 1954 original.

yamazaki also makes his protagonists incredibly real and somewhat vulnerable , and when Noriko is cornered by Godzilla as she travels in a train in the city of Ginza ( a total homage to the L train destruction scene in the original King Kong)  It is real hand to the mouth stuff , as Shikishima turns up to save her.
You care about this nuclear family, and you care about the real people devastated by a war most of them never wanted. Godzilla Minus One has lots to say about the horrors of war and less to say about a bad tempered dinosaur , which makes it such a better film than those recent American remakes who resemble the olympics in 1980 Los Angeles …..when too much thrown at them



Cards



 It’s Friday already and I’m working all day Saturday and Sunday so Christmas week is practically here.
I have another presentation to deliver on Tuesday at college but this is part of a group Ethical  presentation and only lasts five minutes so I have to write this up today, which will be pretty straightforward.

Shortly I’m taking Trendy Carol’s hubby Christmas Shopping and late afternoon I’m going to watch Godzilla minus one which is the Japanese movie reclaiming it’s own monster back
I think it will be fun .

Last night I hung my Christmas Cards, and they started to snake around the living room. With the cost of postage so high I’m not expecting the usual amount, but I’m secretly hoping I can fill the room.
It’s a tradition I got into when I moved into the cottage in 2005

My ex sent me a polite card, 
It’s up with the others.
I’ve bought my gifts, 
I found some rusting wrens online, the types you nail onto of a fence or on a tree branch and have sent them to friends
I think they are quite lovely and have bought one for myself 
My nephew sent me a beautifully wrapped gift, yesterday 
And I’ve had a few more with cards from bloggers which I’m very grateful for 

Mary has a sore foot which Dorothy is licking loudly in the kitchen reading chair
Everything in Wales feels damp



Erddig

 


My friend Ruth and I went out to do the Christmas Thing this afternoon and go to Erddig, a visit which turned into a hysterical sob fest during lunch where she found an extremely long blonde hair in her Turkey bap and proceeded to remove it from her throat like a magician pulling out a row of bunting.The moment was made more special by the fact it had a small knot of stuffing wrapped around its distal end.

We haven’t laughed so long in ages.

The house looked magical in the darkness of a winter’s day, and even though we could only see half of the rooms ( the house is for the most part without electric light so is unsafe to walk around ) what we saw was lovely 




It was good to see her x

Christmas

 


Finally a day for just myself no work and no study.
I’m late with my Christmas Cards, and the sending of gifts so I will get those done today. Next week I’ve arranged to meet up with Gorgeous Dave on Monday and my family for a meal on Tuesday. Wednesday I am having supper with Chic Eleanor and there’s a party most of the TCA are going to on Thursday
I’m working Christmas Eve and Christmas Day