Dusk in Trelawnyd
The cottage creaks and groans gently as it cools
in the breeze
But the chickens still look busy in the garden
As Weaver and Bun hunt in the pony field
Like tigers
Flower Show Prep
9 am and I counted just three entries total for the flower show.
Mrs Trellis called from the kitchen wall at 10 am with her entry, neatly written in her usual penmanship
Two pound coins selotaped to her envelope an entry fee
She gave me a snickers bar wrapped in brown paper and string
In drips and drabs villagers popped round
Envelopes in hand
Old cups appeared today too, polished and ready
Chic Eleanor has entered her recent pottery efforts with the cry “ Darling how absolutely exciting ! It’s my first public entry ever!”
I stopped neighbour Ira with the request of a vase of flowers
She agreed, I’m always touched that people allow me to gently bully their entries
A novelty vegetable entry came in from Spain ( above) a lovely thought from Hannah who was one of our original flower show committee members
My old committee 2013
Hannah is far right
Auntie Glad in green
I’ve felt a great deal of love today
Gentle people joining in to an event that still means a great deal to a great number of people
I went to my sister Ann’s house for supper, and more entries came in there and were waiting for me when I got home …..
3 entries this morning
129 by 8 pm
Zombie face
The injection into my eye went slightly wrong
Bless her, the nurse knew I was phobic and jumped when I felt some pain
Fucking hell
What else can go wrong
Hilarion's death and "fugue of the Wilis
This is worth seeing
Not the Japanese Ballet but a wonderful interpretation
The cottage was valued today, so it looks neat a tidy.
The assessor told me it was the most cosy and sweet cottage she had valued since she last saw in back in 2018 when it was up for sale before the divorce
“ How are you?” She asked me without any edge and the question caught me totally unawares
I almost teared up but didn’t and she was gracious enough not to notice ,
but merely said
“There’s a lot of love put into this home”
I smiled
And as she assessed upstairs the postman arrive with flowers from blog reader Kath
A lovely kindness
The assessor walked down the stairs and said
“ lovely new bathroom , I like it”
I preened
And suddenly
Weaver stalked past us with a dead shrew in her mouth
Quality Wilis
Giselle is a ballet that only succeeds because of the quality of its wilis ( pronounced willies)
The first act is a so-so bit of storytelling, with Giselle falling for a betrothed duke and dying from a weak heart and an insane mind, but only in the second act do things ramp up a notch with the ghost of Giselle joining the forest ghosts of spurned virgins who have died before marriage, namely the Wilis.
The power of the second act is the way that the corps de ballet ( maybe 30 women) dance as one entity
And the National Ballet of Japan had precision in bucket loads
They were breathtaking and all rather menacing
I almost laughed when two Wilis hurled the huntsman into the river to drown, such was the gasp from the audience.
They were two Wilis that could hold their own in a pub fight
I’m on the 5 pm train home
Happy that I made the effort to go to London for the day
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I was in two minds about going to London today
I’m not quite in the mood.
But a long conversation with my Sheffield friend John changed my mind
He more or less said “ For fuck’s sake go”
My friends have come up trumps recently
Trendy Carol’s hubby had already asked if he could take the dogs today ( he misses them when I’m on holiday) so I’ve got a cheap ticket to London with my railcard and I’m off to the Opera House
I will report on the quality of the willies later
A hand
Mary has the phantom pregnancy mooches today, hence the towels… Roger is putting up the drama with his usual alacrity.
Weaver has been braving the lane traffic with her usual bad temper and Bun is sitting in the sun looking pleased with herself.
I’m glad I’m on holiday still
The other morning , I made myself useful and took kelda and her cats to the vets. In turn Kelda made the Flower Show video, quid pro quo
As I waited for the cat boxes to be loaded up, I spied a villager leaving his house for work. He stopped short, surprised to see me there, then waved and walked over.
He’d obviously heard of my possible redundancy worries and gave me one of those understanding supportive faces people do when faced with someone else’s bad luck.
And quite spontaneously held out his hand and held mine for a while, in a sudden gesture that quite moved me.
It’s these little things that get you through the day
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