Let’s change the subject. It’s St David’s day and the daffodils in the garden and on the field wall have barely shown their faces as yet.
Which is odd.
I got up at 6 pm and walked the dogs. It was dusk and chilly but the sky was cheerful enough given the pink hues in the West.
A fox darted across the field, unseen by the Welsh who sniffed and wee’d and sniffed again and before we knew it, we were heading home, Mary cold without her woollen coat
The day has shot past, as they do nowadays
And by 6.30 I was driving to work in the company of Lisa Tarbuck
Trump’s bad behaviour is escalating and I am truly worried.
Like a child with no boundaries his rudeness and impulsive behaviour gets worse and it’s a case of the Emperor’s New Clothes with sycophant Vance in tow.
His behaviour with Volodymyr Zelenskyy was nothing less than disgusting
Keir Starmer patronised the President with a letter from King Charles,So just looked weak though Trump did concede that the Prime Minister was a tough negotiator
I seldom talk about politics but Trump is an angry child in charge of a country
I drove to Colwyn Bay in bright sunshine. It was glorious. I was due to meet my friend Polly for lunch. The only problem lay in the fact she was in France. I’d written Feb 28th. She’d written March 28th
I sat at a table overlooking sea and had lunch on my own.
It was mindful
I turned off my phone and enjoyed the service, the food and the view
And I was mindful, that my thoughts slowed down and I relaxed
We don’t have time for ourselves in this strange mad little world
Supervision is teaching me the strengths of mindfullness
With the Church, there are now six buildings in this part of the village
It’s a tiny village within a village all told.
I wonder who my new neighbours will be.
Trefor’s house is a 1960s bungalow which wouldn’t look out of place in Stingray or Thunderbirds
It hasn’t been modernised for 60 years so I’m intrigued how it will be changed and if the occupants can cope with the cacophony of yapping dogs next door.
I’ve been counselling all day and said my goodbyes to two of my favourite clients today.
Yes, therapists can have favourites per se…even if objectivity is desired at all times.
We are human, we will do.
I think the therapeutic relationship is a special one. Often clients share things with a therapist that they have never shared with another human being.
That’s a special and moving bond that tie
It’s a privilege.
I got home just as it was getting dark. The sold sign still clear on the telephone pole next to Trevor’s house.
Everything Changes, I thought to myself
Ps there‘s a mouse in the kitchen, I’ve found droppings in my baking cupboard
I was going to post about Robert Flack today but found this wonderful video of Catarina Valente this is only an aside as I wanted to blog about Bun today who has developed into a delightfully affectionate cat.
Last night she spent an age cuddling my bare foot
Every night , she joins me in bed and as I lay on my side, she perches on my hip like a little black limpet .
She is gentle and sweet, and gentle and playful which is a direct opposite to Weaver who remains shy and remote and distant unless she is being fed.
Occasionally Weaver allows me to rub her head until a tiny purr is emitted but that’s only when I am in bed and safely under the duvet, and that contact is limited by her. I don’t push her interaction. I leave it to her, as she reminds me of Albert who limited his contact with me to head bumps.
Both cats don’t go out much. Their cat flat is open during the day, a fact they are fully aware of, but I seldom see them outside but in the evenings , when the fire is lit and the Welsh are huddled on my trendy blue couch with me, they appear around nine pm to cuddle each other in front of the log burner until lights out .
They are what I always suspected they would be
A constant backdrop to cottage life x
This afternoon I’m off to Abergele Hospital which is a tiny orthopaedic based unit in the hills. My friend Ruth has had a total knee replacement and I’m visiting her a day after her surgery .
I’m one of her next of kin contacts which moved me , and I’ve bought her grapes and a good book to read
The cottage cleaning has finished this morning with a spruce up of the patio. I’ve had enough of the work.
And ate it in seconds, with little moans of delight.
Coffee then down to work.
The living room needs a spruce
The sun is shining and the windows are wide open.
The laundry is hanging in the sun by the front door and my T shirts are folded and airing
The cottage smells of clean washing and I am reminded of my grandmother who used to visit the family home on Mondays to do the ironing.
Affable Despot Jason, was out in the. Village as I returned with my coffee. He’s sporting longer hair and looks like a Rock chick. Terry waved as did Mrs Trellis ( hers was a vague wave in response to me tooting her) and the village looks bright and welcoming in the pre spring sun.
I will leave you with another choir, not my lisping Spanish choir but a Welsh one
20 pairs of reading glasses have been found tucked into corners, gathering dust under the bed and lying under the mountain of clothes, heaped in the corner like a mound of elephant dung.
I’ve also washed two dozen old T shirts which now fit me
Weigh in was this morning, I’ve lost another 6 lbs!!!
