For Leo’s last night we went to dinner to The Goat in Llandudno. Lovely place, and thanks to sister in law Jayne and sister Janet for coming too. Sister Ann and hubby Tim would have been there but are on holiday
Croissants and ham and cheese for breakfast, and although Roger has spent most of his waking time with Leo, it is old lady Mary that seems to have captured his heart the most this visit.
It’s rather moving to see.
Today is Leo’s last here and we are going to Chester today for lunch at the market stalls. Later he will be meeting Janet and sister in law Jayne for dinner at the Goat in Llandudno
It’s a rainy day……after bagels, salami and scrambled eggs we are off to the village Coffee morning ( something that didn’t faze Leo at all event though he was introduced to affable despot Jason and Claire, Mrs Trellis, Bridget, The Manley’s, velvet voiced Linda and Nick, and a score of others
Seeing it’s raining we’re off to the cinema again to see his choice of The Bikeriders
I had to laugh at the premise of A Quiet Place Day One where hospice resident Sam ( a luminous Lupita Nyong’o ) meets up with a man from Kent (Joseph Quinn) in a suddenly alien infested New York .
I work in a hospice and you’re from Kent I shared with Leo during the second reel
He wasn’t impressed, lol
But I was impressed with the movie.
Shot for the most part without dialogue ,
The action ( and there’s lots of it) scares the shit out of you but doesn’t dominate a wonderful lead turn by Nyong’o who plays the terminally ill Sam, with intelligence, dignity and with great presence.
Anyhow it’s been a nice day all told. Leo shared with his friends on Facebook that he’s staying with family in wales which I was moved by.
He’s in bed now, tired after a travelling day, this time with Mary in tow.
I picked leo up at 11 am in Chester and we went for lunch at Bryn Williams, walked the dogs ( who adore him) then chilled for a bit before thinking of going to see A Quiet Place Day One
My nephew won’t give a stuff if the cottage remains a tip for his arrival tomorrow but old habits
die hard and later I will be reverting to my tried a trusted dog snot removal activities.
This morning and early afternoon I’m busy.
I’ve met Chic Eleanor for breakfast and coffee at the impressively refurbed The Red then I will go to MIND to see my counselling client, before shopping and cleaning
Today’s piece from the lisping choir is a particularly difficult one to sing.
It’s a short and quite beautiful choral and one which suits my mood.
Yael, one of the original bloggers who passed in and out of Going Gently for yearshas reluctantly cancelled her blog recently. I thought she had originally changed the privacy settings so only invited readers could access her everyday story of life in Israel for a gentle and thoughtful grandmother, with a big heart.
Sadly I was wrong, she has left for good, because she felt judged and bullied and unheard, feelings non of us would want for her.
I’ve always made it a general ( but not exclusive) policy of mine not to talk politics or current affairs on my blog.
I have learned that the most innocuous of comments can inflame some fucker out there in blogland , so talking about serious subjects that polarise only causes bad feeling, conflict and upset.
Saying that, fairly recently a fellow blogger was surprised that I held a firm and serious view of the plight of the civilian population in Gaza and the role Israel has played in that plight.
I said little here out of respect for Yael , who as an ordinary, frightened Israeli had her very real views on the whole situation.
Now what I’m not saying is that debate should not take place in blogland. Of course it should.
But I think that with my strong beliefs and ideas that come from a place of peace and safety, I should be a little judicious in my sharing, especially if others feel threatened and upset by my words.
Ok why pull any punches? Why not give my views, why not shout and scream and call for sanity?
Well in someways I have . I’ve written and emailed my MP and more , I’ve sent money to an appropriate charity, if I lived nearer London I would have demonstrated more publicly I think.
I hope that I would have anyway…….but…..
There are times to agree to differ, to listen rather than shout the odds.
Now a sweet soul has left a forum she supported with a gentleness and with a genuine concern for others.
Another casualty of this awful war, we all never wanted to see
I’m sending Yael this recording by the lisping choir of Let The River Run with my love and best wishes, I know most of us here are thinking of her
