Blind as a bat at work, sat on my specs
An Old Camera
The lisping choir at its best, look at Silvia at 1.46 when the harmonies merge, her face kinda breaks your heart.
I found an old camera this morning in a travel bag on the wardrobe shelf. I used to film short videos on it for the blog before my mobile phone when the Ukrainian Village still stood and the mechanics of which were so hokey that Tom Stephenson used to comment that he thought a helicopter was permanently hovering over Bwthyn y Llan .
The film was dreadful , a wordy, dull and improbable study of a dying Freud’s discussions with CS lewis about God’s existence, worthy I guess but terribly dull, sorry Freud’s Last Session
Back to work tomorrow , an extra shift to cover sickness .
Hey ho
Sweet Charity
The problem with watching an amateur theatre production is that there are always a few actors that let the side down . It’s the nature of the beast, and one that you make allowances for.
Last night, Janet and I went to Theatre Clwyd to see the Chester/Wrexham TipTop Production of Sweet Charity and boy was it hard to see where amateur ended and professional started
It was a quality production all told .
Musicals live or die on their popular set pieces and the glorious Rhythm of Life song in this production was a doozie, with the large cast belting out their roles with real professional confidence. Not one performance reminded me I was at a amateur production ….a fact supported by my sister who asked in the interval
Why are tickets for tonight so cheap?
The selfie didn’t turn out
We had a lovely night out , I love nights like this one, that surprisingly impressed
Lunch In
A financial advisor called today. He was amused at Roger who whilst giddy had trouble running up and down the stairs.
“ He can’t coordinate” I explained “ He just runs at the staircase and hopes for the best”
He refused the offer of sushi
I’ll leave you with the lisping choir Grupo Talia
Counselling and Patio
Thursday is my counselling day. In the morning I see my own clients and in the afternoon I continue to see my own counsellor. Every other Wednesday I see my own supervisor and every month I have joint supervision from my placement supervisor on a Thursday lunchtime.
Today was the day for that too.
This afternoon, I feel a little counselled out, so braved the cold and sat on the patio with a coffee, closed eyes to the wind.
I sat like that for an age and it felt very good.
The wind whipping away negative thoughts allowing space for the objective and the balanced.
Village leader Ian ,dropped by with the Flower Show Schedules and I’ve just dropped the first one off at Jenny Morris’ home, surrounded by the most delightful allotments . She is the “ face.” Of the flower show this year
Im meandering to the end of my annual leave weeks and I have recharged nicely . The patio planters look pretty and colourful, another small job done, a list line ticked
Tomorrow , Janet and I are off to see Sweet Charity at Theatre Clwyd and Saturday I’ve booked to see
“ Freud’s Last Session” at the Storyhouse
It seems an appropriate film given the counselling feel of my holiday
I’ve learned a great deal this week,
That’s why I’m weary and tired
Tomorrow , I’m making sushi
Bloody lovely
Choir
Last night I went to the 10th Birthday party of the Gwaenysgor Community Choir.
It was lovely seeing everyone Margaret and Richard from Trelawnyd was there with the Turpins so I caught up with them before catching up with the ever happy Hattie, Heulwen and Derek before touching base with Jamie sporting a fledgling 1940s RAF Moustache.
I’ve missed choir but have been sanguine that something had to give between, college, counselling days and work.
I’m not superwoman
I can’t juggle every ball that’s thrown my way.
My plan is that I return to choir in September.
It’s a good decision , especially as I was moved to tears by some of their latest songs, so powerful and strong.
Grupo Tallia and Gwaenysgor
I can live with two choirs in my life
Going Gently
I didn’t follow Michael Mosley at all, but like thousands of people was saddened by his death. He seems to have been an all round good guy and his death by natural causes has shocked and surprised many.
In my experience , people, often behave like animals do at the point of death. They can become agitated and disorientated and often have the urge to hide away on their own . Blood chemicals disarray , hypoxia and delirium all play their own part in this, but in my view there seems to be something more primeval in play.
There is often a need for people to be on their own.
To be away from the sickbed,
To be alone from the clan .
This phenomenon is well know amongst hospice nurses, who invariably warn relatives of what could happen if vigils are broken, even for the most shortened of times.
Often families wrap this age old behaviour into some sort of altruistic sparing of their loved ones feelings and I get that totally , but at the end of the day , I sort of understand more the urge to hide away somewhere cool and dark and comforting as the body systems slowly shut down one by one.
Necessary Shopping
A cat flap kit ( Dorothy smashed the last, one in a fit of pique)
4 litres of white masonry paint ( to paint the back of the cottage which is looking decidedly grubby,
A large bottle of white vinegar ( to clean out the washing machine)
An insulated lunch box carrier for work and counselling days ( in rainbow colours)
8 pigs ears ( assorted ears , assorted pigs)
1 city break scented candle “ experience the vibrant energy of a rooftop bar overlooking the iconic Manhattan skyline” ( smells like peony)
Various tinned goods ( to fill gaps in cupboards)
2 pairs of boxer shorts with a sports gusset
Small tine of condensed milk ( bugger alone knows why)
I potted blue salvia
I box Mango slices
Batteries ( various sizes)
24 cans of discounted just to be out of date Diet Coke
Ibuprofen tablets
Plastic containers ( 24!)
Dog shampoo and food and a measuring glass for cooking
Stamps
I know not an interesting post
Life is mundane
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