I’m tired and after a sit down with a Welsh licking my feet, I will have a gin and will go to bed.
I’ve seen clients this morning and met a friend for lunch, then shopped for things for the flower show .
Instead of garden flowers to decorate each tea table I’ve bought a delicate single potted cyclamen which will be given as a gift to the volunteers and some of the elderly people of the village when we close.
Pippa who is in her seventies ,stopped me when I was approaching the cottage and talked at length about the show
She got off onto a tangent and suddenly she was sharing that she stopped breast feeding because her son bit her once.
This melancholic lullaby by my lisping Choir suits today’s mood perfectly.
I caught up with an old friend last night for a meal at The Goat and he looked tired and a little sad
Life can be a slog at times and sometimes all you can do as a friend is listen and understand.
It was lovely to see him.
I’ve done a little more of that this morning as I complete my nursing revalidation, sat at the kitchen table,
And from time to time, in between sad texts and messages, I’ve allowed myself to daydream and get lost in the art wall, where the Chicken is always smiling and the wide eyed dogs are galloping joyfully towards the hills.
I’m not depressed or down today, …..I’m reflective
There’s more sadness that’s been passed on to me today that I don’t need to share, and this in turn has recharged old memories and feelings.
It’s hard to soak up a great deal, of sadness and pain and stress, not that anyone is forcing it on me, but when I mean soak up, I mean to assimilate it, to process it.
Now follow me right now, drop what you are doing and go out in your garden, or your park, or your nearest patch of green.
It’s grey here with the gentle hint of rain
There’s a breeze blowing too.
Now lie down on the grass,
my grass is cool and damp and luxurious
And watch the clouds
Like rabbits do when they think you cannot see them
It’s been a day of catching up with Flower Show jobs.
I’m chasing up with previous winners who have not returned their cups and already I’m 3 short.
I’ve washed and ironed my mother’s donated table clothes and bought ingredients to make cakes and entries for the cookery classes as well as build up a food hamper from scratch to support the raffle.
There is enough to do.
An old friend John, is in Llandudno this is week so we are meeting up for dinner tonight.
I’ve also heard from weaver who has eaten a bit better this week because of the positive influence of visitors . She’s been in touch with Rachel,who had shared Weaver’s best wishes around blogland which is nice too.
Not everyone has a needlepoint which captures a year in their life.
I have!
Thirty three years ago I was a Charge nurse on a spinal Injury Unit, who lived in a tiny, house in Walkley Sheffield with ginger cats, a miniature garden, a spit and sawdust pub around the corner called The Sportsman and a collection of antiques started with a black 1940s Bakelite phone from a local junk shop
It’s charming and it’s been hanging on my landing for an absolute age now and now needs a move to a new corner which will allow it to be viewed all over again
A minute later the dogs walked in on their leads and the kittens flew into their carrier, wide eyed and spitting . It was a long hour, with the kittens in defence and Roger in benign greeting.
Every hiss had him bouncing back behind me, a worried look upon his face.
Mary watched carefully , stepping forward, then back then forward again until she grew bored and at the 50 minute mark she sat down to sleep.
Roger wined and barked some, then repeated his hopeful greeting before jumping back yet again.
Both dogs turned their attention to me when I retrieved a small lump of cheese from my pocket, from which I gave each a morsel
I will repeat the process tomorrow until boredom and cheese dominates
Another study day today, this time in Bangor along the coast. The drive in good weather is glorious and the defib part of our training was interesting so the day felt worthwhile. Our trainer was a woman from furtherest West wales who couldn’t have been more Welsh if you had dipped her in larverbread, she talked about drones being employed to fly defibrillators to wherever they were needed
