Somewhere Over the Rainbow

It’s Sunday morning 

And I’m glad I’ve organised another activity day out for today

I need it, I need the filling….

I’m off to meet my friend Colin for lunch at The Blackburne Arms near to Liverpool Cathedral ( bloody lovely food)  then I’m off to a talk by Alfie Moore ( below) at the Philharmonic  

Moore is a regular on Radio 4 and is a stand up and ex Yorkshire policeman of 20 years.

His stories into police work are as funny as they are insightful 

I walked the Welsh in a local Bluebell wood yesterday

I will do the same this morning 

I used to have a beautiful bluebell watercolour 

‘You’re like a vitamin enriched Brian Blessed’

I caught up with my sleep last night, and did so heavily, 

But managed to catch up with Sheffield Jane on video before I crashed

It was Roger who eventually woke me up wanting a wee at 9 ish. 

Unlike Dorothy who used to gently occlude my airway with her own neck, Roger tapped my face playfully with a heavy paw

Mary, as usual was dead to the world. 

I’ve walked and fed them and when they settle, I will go to Chester to meet my friend Nigel for lunch

This has pleased me as later tonight I’m off to see Troy Hawke a stand up comedian in his one man show. 

As you can see from his improv video, he’s quick witted and as sharpe as Margot Channing.

I’m going with Rhian, one of the doctors at work.

Mrs Trellis Sends a Story

 Through the letter box this afternoon , a short essay

Enjoy 

Its 15.00 and I am home after my counselling placement induction. It didn’t start until 10 am so I like an old rocker I slept in the car after night shift in the car park. 

A wash of the face and I was ready to go. 

Off to bed 

Fuck it

 

My pension had some sort of rebate on it, so unexpectedly a few hundred pounds will be coming my way

I thought, I may put it towards my University fees but I’ve already contributed to that pot , so in true Gemini style I said fuck it……the lisping choir awaits.

And so I’m going to see them!!!! With the lovely orchestra and conductor Silvia Sanz Torre of course, presenting a Gala of Zarzuelas! I am off to Madrid for 48 hours to see them at The National Music Auditorium in a months time.

Hey ho

Lighten up

I haven’t seen Islwyn to ask about the watering can.

The village social media is full of it.

I was in college all day yesterday.

We finished PD group after three and I drove to the beach again to sit with my face in the sun with a cup of tea and a Bryn Williams sausage roll in hand.

I felt better for it.

Gawd, I don’t know about you but I’m finding myself less patient with people who take themselves far too seriously, especially here in blogland 

It must be exhausting being so effin’ pretentious 

Jesus! Lighten up a little ! 

Ok I was eating the aforementioned Bryn Williams sausage roll yesterday

And it cost a bleeding fortune 

But I was also wearing my T shirt with HERBIVORE emblazoned on the front of it 

The video has nothing to do with today’s post

I just liked the frocks

Jason, Islwyn and the case of the stolen watering can

 

I caught up with two of Trelawnyd’s biggest characters yesterday 

Affable Despot Jason is still around and is just emerging from his usual yearly hibernation. In spring, like the hedgehogs , he shows his public face , and like Cher, resurrects  himself for another year of real life scrutiny. 

I have a spare ticket to see Troy Hawke on Saturday but unfortunately  he’s working , but my message was welcomingly received and we promised each other that we’d meet up very soon, which was nice.

Village Elder Islwyn stopped just before The Archers , he was dressed in his normal uniform of huge yellow workman’s jacket and beanie hat and he wasn’t happy as someone had stolen one of the graveyard watering cans. With forensic certainty he narrowed down the theft to Saturday morning and apparently has some unshared evidence from a local’s door camera 

“ Can you put the details on your blog” he asked, aware that I have 10 thousand page views a day  “ if it suddenly turns up again, we’ll say no more about it”:

I promised I would 

I hope the can is returned for the thief’s sake

Civil War

 My sister came this morning and did the garden. I left her to it as I had a counselling session then planned to go to the cinema. The garden looks lovely and will burst into colour next month

I got into Chester a little early, so went to the Storyhouse to have brunch. kedgeree and crinkle chips 

Bloody lovely it was too.

On my nephew’s suggestion I went to see the drama Civil War which, as it turned out was an inspired choice. Set in  a civil war in modern day USA, we follow the fortunes of four war reporters ( two Journalists and two photographers played by Kirsten Dunst, Wagner Moura, Caylee Spaeny, and Stephen McKinley Henderson) Each character is essentially a representation of a whole person, each one showing a recognised facet of someone who has lived man’s inhumanity. So Dunst is the PTSD sufferer who has seen too much, Moura the thrill seeker, Spaeny the rookie and Henderson the old lag who cannot retire even though he is well past his sell by date.

Together the group travel from war torn New York to Washington  to see the President deposed from office , and it’s a grim and terrifying journey where anarchy reigns and life is very cheap indeed . director Alex Garland cranks up the tension until the very end of this unexpected gem of a movie 

Not an easy watch, but an important one.

Our Beach

 

I’ve circled Trelawnyd and Colwyn Bay

We got up early, around 8 am,and drove to Colwyn Bay beach. The Promenade there is wide and clean and pleasant to walk on  and on a Sunday in fine weather , the place feels every European , what with the promenaders, wild swimmers and get fit enthusiasts, all looking busy. This morning we had prayer groups on the beach and several Male  show offs with their own portable sauna, Jogged back and forth from sea to heat.

We walked to Parasellas’ where I bought 2 sausage baps and a coffee. The Welsh sat on their own seats at the outside table and we shared breakfast, which was fun. 

We ambled back along the Promenade to Porth Eirias and I had another coffee next to the “sculpture” of the cormorant as the Welsh watched a posturing standard poodle nearby. 

It was heading for eleven when we all returned to Bluebell and the car park was already full to bursting.

And it was time for home