We are putting on a talent based season review ( provisional date Friday 12th of December)
The review will be divided into roughly 5 minute slots and we would like a variety of performers ranging from singers, dancers, magic and comedy acts to renditions , music …the works.
We are inviting locals and those friends beyond Trelawnyd to join in and will be holding an open night at The Crown on MONDAY 22nd at 6 pm for any interested parties.
Not only are we looking for performers but we are asking for people with expertise of putting on such an event to lend their skills as well as anyone with lighting and sound experience.
Volunteers to work behind the scenes are welcome too.
This event is planned to be a bit of fun, if successful we aim to organise a village themed panto for 2026 in order to utilise our amazing hall to its fullest potential
we hope that village groups such as The Friendship Group, School, Youthclub, TCA , Green Group, and Jackson’s will participate also
Message me , or call 07845135466 for further information or see Linda in Well Street
Ps the Duchess of Kent died yesterday
Not only was she famous for her warmth and humanity
I loved the fact, that later in life , she was a music teacher in a elementary school , and worked incognito
A dozen or so villagers turned up for the Trelawnyd Show brainstorming session at the pub tonight.
Another seven gave their apologies.
After much discussion we agreed on the following
A review Show will be planned for Christmas- a sort of mismatch of local talent
The youth club, The Friendship Group, The Pub, Jackson’s Nurseries, The School, all will be asked to perform with acts and the gaps will be infilled by locals led by the likes of Affable Despot Jason
Me and the Velvet Voiced Linda have found ourselves in charge and a further meeting will be held in the Hall on September 22nd at 6 pm
Autumn is here, right on time. It’s rained on and off for most of the day and the grass of my lawn and the pasture in the pony field has gratefully devoured the moisture, like the cats do after too much dry food. The dry summer has crisped the leaves of the Churchyard trees, and already many are falling, blowing in the strong westerly winds whisking over the hills beyond the Felin.
Trelawnyd is bracing itself for Autumn, and then winter, I think.
I know I am
I’m looking forward to the colder days, jumpers with holes in, comfort food and Bake Off.
I will be going to Spanish for Beginners night class and am thinking of organising a book club
The twins have never seen snow
Black cats surrounded by white look like cartoon animals I always think.
I think it’s their most beautiful piece and that note at the end,sublime
Affable Despot Jason has volunteered to join in with the village theatrical review. He loves the thespian lifestyle me thinks. His eldest is going to University soon How does the time go? I feels only yesterday that I would babysit them after school Two preteen girls who loved to cook zombie cookies, back comb William and brush Winnie’s teeth with my toothbrush This post reminds me so much of those days “Children notice everything”
We had just bathed and towel dried Mary and placed her back into her crate when Eve noticed a big blob of curry sauce on the oven glove which was looped over the oven door handle . " Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhh! " she called out rather theatrically " Wot's that?" I made a show of sniffing the brown lump and told both girls that I thought it " smelt of poo" Suddenly I had both girl's rapt attention I poked the lump with my finger and lifted it to my nose " yes it's poo!" I announced and as the girls looked on with surprised frowns I popped my finger into my mouth Screaming filled the kitchen.
Late in life , I have learnt the lesson that children love and need silliness. And the " smuttier" and " dirtier" the silly activity...the happier they become. Unfortunately I don' t recall my parents ever being silly. When I picked the girls up from school yesterday afternoon, Eve asked if we could " smash the apples again" ....as " it was fun" We had picked apples from the orchard and had jumped on the soft apples with our shoes so that the geese could feed on the bits the last time they came around after school.
Last night , when affable despot Jason arrived to pick his girls up , he was faced with suddenly dipped curried digits and shouts of "Dad! I have poo on my finger" , and like all experienced parents he smiled a patient smile . I covered the fingerholes before I replaced the curry in the oven.
