Leo

  Leo will be arriving soon, I’m waiting for his train to arrive . 

I wrote this about him six year ago it’s worth a revisit

“ it’s  my nephew Leo's birthday today

He's a late teen.

He is Chris's nephew and not my blood relative and our relationship is text

 

based with a heavy biase towards adventure movies, superheroes, DVDs and tv.

I love the intermittent " conversations" we have

I'm incredibly fond of the boy who is now almost a man .

Three years ago now we took Leo to London on a shopping expedition after a booked trip to see the Star Wars exhibition at the O2. 

The trip went mighty fine. 

But I remember one moment when we crossed the road near Trafalgar Square  the noise of a nearby  group of protesters suddenly rose to a crescendo. 

I remember thinking that sudden loud noises may be a potential problem for Leo and I wondered , a bit helplessly, just what I could do to make things easier.

I need not have worried

Quietly Leo slipped his hand into mine as we crossed the road and held it firmly until we moved into a quieter part of central London.

I remember being terribly moved by this tiny but very human moment of the visit.

History

 I found these two videos which give a little background to The Gop and to the Trelawnyd name. He has a great voice too

Operation Dog Snot Removal

 My ex’s nephew arrives on Saturday morning. Now I know that he won’t be bothered hat the cottage looks like , but I will

After seeing clients I’m racing around with the carpet cleaner, 

Fabreeze is my best friend

Leo is an easy guest.

Already I’ve set him homework to see what films he wants to see that are showing within a twenty mile radius and we will make a day of it. 

'Ta-Ra-Ra-Boom-De-Ay'

I remember little of my childhood, 

Sometimes I wonder if that is normal 

But lying in bed this morning, a song got stuck 

A mind worm from god knows where

My grandmother pulling up her simple blue dress, kicking her legs in the garden as she sang her own version 

“ Ta-Ra-Ra-Boom-De-Ay

Ta-Ra-Ra-Boom-de-ay!

My knickers flew away 

They came back yesterday”

And I remember crying with laughter

The Class of 25

We are meeting up for drinks in a couple of weeks so I mooched off early as I hate goodbyes

It’s almost four years to the day since I planted my laburnum in the Churchyard

I remembered this on the way home

She’s a strapping young tree now, full of blossom 

“ Happiness is when old men plant trees the shade of which they will never sit”

 

John Garrison - Never Far From Me

One of the simplest and most lovely of songs

In the library today, last day of college tomorrow.

It doesn’t feel quite real, three years of study almost 

The Welsh are asleep in the kitchen chair and Bun is skipping in the garden quite alone.

Like old William before her, she’s chasing honey bees, amid the yellow Welsh poppies and the purple alliums

Like a loon

Suddenly there comes the distant rumble of thunder from across the valley

And she races for home

Et maintenant -and letting the village down a little

I missed the VE celebrations in the village Hall today

I’ve missed a lot of village bits and bobs recently and I’m sorry for that

ill health and college deadlines are to blame 

I’ve put a link of Bridget’s video of the afternoon below

It’s looked lovely 

Well done to all involved

Click on the link

Trelawnyd VE celebrations

Tomorrow I am typing up my essay that was written today , I’m doing that in the college’s satellite library. in Rhyl. My last day in college is Tuesday and I’ve bought my favourite  tutor a gift of a dinosaur mug and a bag  of proper coffee . 

Now Tuesdays will mark my return to choir 

The lisping choir made me smile today 

Vacarious Pleasure

 Today it’s back to normal 

Sat at the kitchen table 

Planning and writing my last counselling essay…

My trip to London with my sister Janet is now in its fifth year 

We have seen two Royal Ballets, three musicals and have eaten well all over London 

A tradition which needs continuing

Janet  loves London and so do I 

I also love the fact she gains so much pleasure from the effort of going.

On Friday night, I suggested we walked from Covent Garden up the Strand towards Piccadilly. 

On the way we entered Trafalger Square

She had never been 

And her joy was palpable ,

At Piccadilly she photographed the diving sculptures from a nearby building I had never noticed 

Ok we had a fraught moment in the Opera House where she couldn’t switch off her mobile phone

But the incident made us chuckle long and hard on the way home , on the train journey from hell.

And her photo of Eros at dusk was sublime 

There is a VE celebration tea in the Hall this afternoon, I saw the bunting around chapel street this morning