Going Gently

A Catheter Malfuction

Yesterday’s pissy theme has carried on today , for towards the end of The Crown’s quiz, I experienced what only could be described as a catheter malfunction .

Luckily , I was on a busy table, where I could excuse myself without attention, and by a small miracle I managed to get outside without leaving a drop of bodily fluid on carpet and flooring.

Thank goodness we had held the production meeting beforehand , with affable despot Jason, the velvet voiced Linda and newbie member Ger the “Choir” ( he sings in the Male Voice Choir)

I have to cope with such mini disasters and texted the Randas with my apologies.

People are very kind

A TV Pissed on !

This is adorable

Weaver back peed on my huge 12 inch tv last night

Just as I was warming to her, as she showed a minimal interest in the dogs daily walks with Bun she lifted her tail and piss, piss piss three urine stains infiltrated the screen just as I was watching the pot boiler Written On The Wind with a slutty nymphomaniac Dorothy Malone..

Now my tv looks strangely alien

I’ll kill that fucking cat

Have You Got a budgie?

If living in Trelawnyd had a sound theme, then it would be of the chatter of sparrows.

The heavy bangs of honeysuckle which obscures most of the front door and the beech hedge and Buddleja that dominate the back garden are generally always filled with them , and boy do they chatter and bicker and chirp. Especially when the weather is warm and fine and on sunny, days when the doors are wide open and the windows let the breeze fill the cottage with the smells of the countryside.

Wood pigeons coo from their Yew tree in the Churchyard, and I can detect the songs of thrush and blackbird, the seesaw of the coal tits and the real chattering of the common chaffinch which feed from next doors’ bird table.

From the large trees beyond the Manley’s ancient still house,come the rooks cackle and caw and they add to the din so much so that when I was on a zoom call earlier my caller asked me if I owned a budgie, so loud was the calls and whistles from the garden, land and field.

Seagulls yaw, from above the Gop and buzzards often cry out as they circle the hill, and sound like cats as they do so.

It’s a bird village for sure

My part of Trelawnyd

My cottage just left of centre

Look in the churchyard and you can see my laburnam’s shadow

Run Run like the wind

The German is on a roll and this last AI offering had me in stitches.

Hey ho……..I haven’t run like this since I Stepped on the frog with Winifred in tow.

The promised warmer weather has finally arrived and I’ve flung open the cottage windows again to the elements.

Mrs Trellis stopped by, I haven’t seen her in an age, and she’s looking a little frail but still retains her indomitable spirit.

“ you need a shave” she told me before saying that Weaver had a “ witches Cat look”

We have a Trelawnyd Production Company meeting on Monday….Pippa is holding a tea party in the Rectory grounds and we need to think of some entertainment..

Oh errr….I’ve just listened to a most explosive episode of The Archers. Brian , Debbie and Adam, all very Shakespearian!

He’s peaked aka def Deutsche

The shirt has food stains on the front !

Nu

It’s Nu’s 60th today ….she looks 40 ….I’d planned to go to Surrey for her party on Saturday and had booked a hotel and rail ticket, but recent events have precluded the visit .

I wish I was going , so much. Xx

AI

I’m a limited edition apparently, complete with reading glasses, Welsh terrier and McDonald’s coffee….Ive been at home most of the afternoon, waiting to hear from Trendy Carol’s vets, so I could pick up her dog from having his teeth cleaned …..

But I’ve been busy , both Welsh have had long hot showers with baby bubble bath, and the resulting wreck of the bathroom , spring cleaned afterwards

The German sent this later on , note the stains on the jumper lol

My Girl

My girl was planted five years ago now. So that makes her at least seven years old. And even though I’m her dad, I’m mighty proud of how my girl looks.

She’s magnificent and has just come into bloom. I sat with her for a while today. Roger on my knee and Bun by my side . Strange isn’t it but there’s something of a great significance for me in this small tree, a laburnum that hopefully will be blooming well after I’m dead and long forgotten .

In the future, when she is a mature, hardwood tree, towering alongside the old Church in this old village of mine,I hope that someone will sit in her shade and muse for a moment about the person who originally planted her with so much affection.