I was bursting with pride for this piece. It’s as if Grupo Talia is my own choir
Chatwins
Im early for my own counselling today and so have popped in to Chatwins for a coffee. The staff are cheerful and serve good food. Ruthin is a pretty and busy market town.
I took my great nephew to college this morning and we had a conversation, Ive nothing much in common with 16 year olds save for The Walking Dead, but he chatted all way which was nice.
I couldnt find my specs so was wearing my mr Motto spares.
He didnt notice.
My counsellor wont notice my glasses also, not important. I cried for half an hour after the last session and slept in a layby for over half an hour afterwards. I was exhausted
I felt words were like fies,spewed out of the mouth of john Coffey in The Green Mile
Tomorrow Ruth and I are having a tradional home made Korean meal with friends Ben and Sokyo, friends roll on
I finish my coffee and outside it's started to rain.
The tudor houses nearby melt as the cafe windows get wet and a pretty schoolgirl with a welsh look came in to buy cakes.
How the road meanders when you think of what brought you here.
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More Plans
I've taken my eye off the ball when it comes to planning nice things to do and experience. Everything feels as though its a tad serious and work orientated, which it is.
I work two full days a week, am counselling one full day and and in college another, so by the time the litter tray has been emptied (oh God that's an awful job) and I've watched Call My Bluff on a Monday night, the week is suddenly over.
Jesus how effin boring.
The remaining arse end of October I have booked tickets for my sister and I to see the English National Ballet's version of Giselle in Liverpool and got the very last ticket (and I'm not joking) to Holst The Planets at Liverpool's Philharmonic Hall.
November I am popping up to Sheffield for a day and a half. The Rocky Horror Picture Show with my friend Jane and a leisurely Sunday lunch with friends Mike and Bev.
I've even toyed with a post Christmas weekend to Madrid to see my ( "My" choir!!) but couldn't quite make the numbers work for me.
so I've booked five days in Rome in March
bosh!!!
all this, is a challenge to the approaching winter.
a panacea to ward away low moods
I'm writing this on my break at work, its 5 am and light rain is falling on the Hospice. I've just listened to a podcast of Rob Delaney's Desert Island Disc choices. It is a sobering and incredibly moving piece of Radio, where Delaney talks eloquently about the death of his baby son. Like Lauren Lavern I was moved into silence by his emotional honesty.
its the village Apple festival on Saturday, I'm helping with the judging
Pat Thistlethwaite
Roger’s been wearing a white feather on his head, something picked up from jamming his bonce into the hedgerows early this morning. It’s still there now after our jaunt to McDonalds for a large white coffee for me and cheesy bacon flatbread for them. I’ve just sat down with said coffee ( drumming up bravery to accost the litter tray in the back bedroom which now resembles a public toilet at Glastonbury.) when I saw that the son of Weaver Of Grass had just emailed .
His message was brief “ Just to let you know that Pat passed away on Thursday.She was getting plenty of morphine and sedation and everything went as well as these things can go. Thank you everyone for your support”
The news was very Weaver
Understated, unfussy , no drama
The feather wouldn’t be her either, no way……but it’s nice to think it might of been
We shall miss the old girl.
I shall miss her.
Flirt
Met my friend Colin for lunch and a much needed laugh. I told him how much I over reacted to our new male Iberian vet when Mary had her ears reviewed and he giggled loudly when I admitted I simpered like a schoolboy when the vet told me that Roger ( who had come along for ballast) was a fine specimen of terrier. To be honest I would have smiled and laughed if the vet had read out the first quarter of the local telephone directory, those deep Spanish tones.
Like a moist Antonio Bandares on toast
Colin, reminded me that I wasn’t too old to flirt even though it was somewhat unsavoury to laugh at absolutely everything the object of my affection had said
Note to self next time tone it down
On another Spanish note, this is the final piece I enjoyed at the Madrid concert this year. The look of intensity in the eyes of the dancer could be seen and felt by me in the one of the back rows of the auditorium .
Amazing
I suddenly want to be back in Madrid
Rowenna
Old Rowenna died this morning. She was 92. islwyn’s aunt and matriarch to many still in Trelawnyd, she was a lady of purpose and opinion. When she was well Rowenna marched rather than ambled, she marched that older ladies March with the handbag tightly looped over their left arm.
Rowenna, ( far right) with some of the village People.
Arriving at my last garden open
Later I met my sister in law for lunch at the Red Lion in Dyserth, and had proper thick Welsh rabbit and tea. What a bloody treat!
When I got home it was getting cooler ,
Tomatoes had been left in a bag upon the kitchen wall by Animal Helper Pat
No where else to go today.
No where else I’d rather be
Nap soon on the couch
Dogs fed, kittens fed, fire lit
George Grundy crying on The Archers
Friday night
No messages on my phone
A Tight Perm
" Pay particular attention to the details of your work.
Paying attention to detail makes for the personal touch...it is thoughtful and it is kind"
This was a particular manra of my tutor Mr Brint , back in my psychiatric days
I remember it well as in one lession we had, the class was taught how to put ladies hair rollers in!
The ladies were a group of "patient volunteers" from the long stay ward and Mr Brint and a tired looking Occupational therapist were showing us all how to shampoo and set!
" Hair and make up are vital for good self esteem" Mr Brint trilled " Everyone can be made to feel beautiful "
He looked over at me as I manfully tried to roll my patient's grey locks around a roller which resembled a hairy caterpillar
" And how is your lady looking Nurse Gray?" he purred
I looked at my lady's head thick with haphazard looking rollers
" She looks like a German mine!" I told him honestly
His heart was always in the right place
Speaking of tutors, my out standing essay was finally second marked yesterday
I’m averaging a B for last year’s academic work which is bloody good going, given that I’m a definite bit of a plodder.
Hey ho
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