Mrs Trellis Visits

 Mrs trellis came around this evening to see the twins, 

She brought them a homemade toy made from pheasant feathers and a ping pong ball.

I wasn’t expecting her and had Mary in the shower, washing out her ears with baby shampoo so

I didn’t have chance to close my bedroom door properly as I called out “ it’s such a mess”.I could tell immediately that she’d clocked the underpants pile on the floorboards waiting to be washed…but said nothing more than “Have you been busy recently?”

The twins came out quite bravely , especially as I had a very wet Mary in my arms and dog and kittens touched noses as Mrs Trellis smiled and  clapped her hands silently.

“Roger and Mary and Weaver and Bun” she observed 

“ Your home is full again”

“ But Bun is a daft name “ 

Bun

 What a horrid day. Wet and windy

Miserable .

There are no films showing that I want to see, and so I’ve watched season 6 of Bake Off  ( the one with the lovely Tamal and Paul and Nadia ) and snacked on squid rings and ice cream.

I’ve read some of Memoriam By Alice Winn, showered in a hot long shower and shaved and walked the dogs briefly inbetween the rain bursts.

I’ve played with kittens and dozed on the bed 

Weaver proves to be more assertive and friendly than  the shy Bun 

Yes I now have a name which suites more than Lilly and Beans

Bun suited better me thinks 

It’s the right name for sure .

Bun is shy and bouncy

The Archers tonight should be the fallout of George’s arrest

Mozart

 Watching Mozart at the Proms

And got the hots for the conductor Ricardo Minassi. 

I need a shag!

Lol

mooch

 I’m having a quiet day today.

Being single in your sixties often means others are busy at weekends

Family time, days out. Nights in with bottles of wine and a take out..

Weekends can be fun if your single friends are about 

Mine arnt this week

So it’s been quiet.

I’ve mooched today, Been to Jackson’s ( the village garden centre) and bought things that looked nice but which I didn’t need. 

I bought an ice cream and shared it with the Welsh in the car park overlooking Prestatyn before coming home to watch some gung ho film on talking pictures

The twins have found my mother’s table clothes still airing on the clothes horse in the bedroom window and have made two hammocks in the top of it, here they laze some of their day away watching the activity on the lane.

Tonight I’m listening to loose Ends on radio 4 as I read today’s real treat Empire Magazine 

Read All About It

 As counselling students we have to experience two lots of counselling, covering at least two modalities of counselling theory. 

I’ve already covered pure person centred theory last year, which was interesting.

Now I’ve started with are more interactive and dynamic counsellor who I think will challenge me more.

She talks a lot too. 

I like that also.

She was recommended  to me and has a practice in a little market town out in the sticks of North Wales some 20 miles South. She is sharp eyed and has a ready smile and although in her late seventies I suspect she misses nothing. 

We started today upon how I deal with loss.

The day is bright, almost hot even and when I left the office I spied two black nuns, resplendent in light blue habits with white borders, sat at the nearest bus stop. They were laughing and the whole scene felt a good omen

“ Do you rest much John?” the counsellor asked me after watching me get up out of the chair with a struggle and before I answered said “never mind, I’ll come to that again” with a smile

I am reminded of this song

As I drove home through the glorious Welsh countryside 

Stress tired

 The stress of yesterday rebounded today.

I saw my counselling clients from mid morning and after taking the dogs to Sainsburys on the way home in order to buy them some mouth watering ham , we got home around 2pm

I fell asleep by quarter past ,

Sat on the bed with the twins

I’ve only just got up

It’s just after 6pm!!!

Ok it was a balls up, but my essay I now in. My revalidation done and the flower Show finished

I needed that sleep

Fuck

 Fuck 

Library closed at 4.30 rather its usual 9pm

Shit hadn’t quite finished my conclusion 

But had Downloaded all my references to drive beautifully 

Loaned laptop from other library across campus with minutes to spare

Finally tweaked essay at 9 pm 

All calm and serene , happy with my essay

Then 

Couldn’t cut and paste all references to end of essay

Software said no

THEN 

LOST FRIGGIN REFERENCES 

ALL OF THE FUCKERS 

ALMOST CRIED

Pulled up bra straps and re wrote references

Not bad, missed a few though

Clicked on electronic essay portal 

ERROR!!!!!

Could not send file 

Omg 

Screamed 

Tried again 

Nope

Sent my tutor assignment and references by email 

Good assignment , references now so so 

Deadline midnight

I hate FUCKING COMPUTERS 

GIN! 

Large one

Kitten

Coffee on the beach before library

My essay is in at midnight tonight 

Well 23.59 actually

I have 650 words to go as well as typing and referencing it .

So I’m at the library early doors today.

Last night I woke around 4 am with student essay anxiety 

Only to find  a tiny black kitten curled up under my chin 

Just like Meg used to do.

Lots of purrs

A tiny body seeking a warm spot

When I reacted, she sensed change and got up and moved away.