A day in the library then night Shift.
I will add to the post later
Eyes
Four little eyes shining from the dark interior of the cat carrier.
Weaver, like her namesake is curious, precise and careful.
Her younger sibling is shy and smaller and slightly incontinent
I have kept her original name of Beans as I think it suits her better
They have their own bedroom, which is locked
I will give it a good 24-48 hours before introductions are made
Stand and Be Counted
It’s been a catch up sort of day. I need to start an essay but typically found myself collecting flower show schedules, sorting Show bits and bats out and talking to villagers.
The exotic Melinka LeVey sadly recalled the death of her poorly dog, the one who had a small pram all to his own, Village Leaders Ian and Helen have just had a holiday and Mr Jones is still finding his wife’s admission to a local nursing home incredibly difficult.
I spent a long time with him, as he looks so lost
Jo ( with the three whippets with 11 legs) showed me her latest pencil drawing of an Otter which was a truly beautiful piece of work and Mrs Trellis told me that she planned to defend a local Muslim centre if any silliness kicked off, on the back of the nationwide reaction to the stabbing of the children in Southport
Nice one Mrs Trellis…..nice one
Old Man
I cannot abide people behaving badly in public
Men can be lumbersome and stupid when drunk but women, can be just as bad in their own way and can infuriate me more by hiding behind their sex.
Last night before getting home, the sanctuary and quiet of an intercity train was broken by joining aviva trails wales.
It’s like the Wild West.
A large good natured hen party got on the train and the crowded carriage grew loud with squeals and laughter.
That was mildly annoying but acceptable, it went with the flow but as the hen party separated into two groups, one younger faction joined a load of Irish scouts on the floor of the vestibule next to the loo and outside doors. Sending people wanting to get off in the opposite direction.
Near our stop , one man in his forties was stopped in his tracks when he tried to get past the party sat on the floor, something I wasn’t having, so I moved past him with a not unfriendly but assertive “Come on People EVERYONE UP! “
No one moved, and I was faced by twenty pouting lip faces
“ We are getting off EVERYONE UP ! Now !” I repeated
Somewhat groggily the girls got to their feet but still filled the aisle so no one could get passed
So like Hattie Jaques in a Carry On film I bellowed “ Everyone to the right” and I led the passengers towards the doors like Moses did with the Israelites out of Egypt
It was was then that the how dare he ‘s ? started
One woman yelled “That rude old man can’t speak to us like that!”
And Janet suddenly pissed herself laughing as did I !
We mouthed “ Old man” together at each other and laughed loudly.
The Scouts and girls started muttering and geared themselves up for a fight, but was wrong footed by our chuckles
By the time we walked onto the platform, we were hysterical in laughter
Janet pointing to me cackling “ You RUDE OLD MAN!”
London
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I’m buggered
On the train home and it’s been too hot in London
Beautiful weather but too humid
A Chorus Line was a hoot. A tad overlong, but full of belters, tits and sass
it was a quality piece.
All the gays cheer for Shiela and Paul
They always did
We went to a nice, unpretentious Italian in Soho called Polpo too
And drank Apropol spritzers and ate meatballs to die for
The Royals do like their red and gold
Very 1990s common gay
Many of the support staff were young Muslim women, beautifully made up in their hijabs, adorned with gold.
She sounds a good egg
We did have a laugh, and both of us was still laughing after I broke into an argument with a Welsh hen party on the train home
I hope I Get It !!!
My favourite lisping choir is on bloody good form this morning
Silvia was loving it wasn’t she ?!
It’s so joyful
They are too.
It’s Friday morning and I’m off to London with Janet to enjoy her birthday and Christmas gifts
Tonight it’s A Chorus Line at Saddler’s Wells and a meal in soho.
Tomorrow it’s Buckingham Palace , and gardens, which is a first for me.
A bit of everything
I’m excited as it’s the first night for the Chorus line revamp.
The atmosphere should therefore be electric .
I’m lucky I have Janet to go to these things with. I can’t always rely on Nu, and the older I get , the more difficult it is to find a buddy to buddy up with. I miss Gorgeous Dave who has sadly disappeared off the radar this year.
I’m sad about that.
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