Someone’s Darling

 A praying mantis holding up Christmas lights, just part of a collection of Christmas gifts I’m getting ready to post to friends in Australia . It’s a tradition I’ve kept for years now. 

Sending odd Christmas decorations in the post….its comforting as it is regular .

I had lunch with Chis Eleanor…soup and a cheese panini and we put the world to rights.

It’s lovely to be called darling, several times…in a conversation .

It’s a treat.

I wish it happened to everyone, every day

To be referred to as someone’s darling,……

We Are All Getting Older

 I now have a strange etherial shadow dominating the sight in my right eye. 

It’s a misty ghost

An apparition 

A sea mist on a Christmas morning 

And something the eye consultant warned me of .

When I close my eyes in the sunshine

I can see the shadow of the bleed quite clearly, a dark amoeba against a pink eyelid

My bestie Nu has had some health problems recently and admitted to me that she suddenly felt old 

I understood that feeling today , when I left the darkness of my front door with the dogs , totally unsure of where my feet had ended up on a wet path as black as midnight.

Mary has milky eyes and is careful where she steps and I now understand her hesitations as we both let Roger now take the lead.

Something he has never done before.

In the dark my sweet young boy now takes point position 

His head held high 

And we follow him 

Trusting his dim old head and his happy personality .

The Choral

 The National Treasure which is Alan Bennett is 91 years old and for me his later works have been somewhat uneven and all rather bleak in their storytelling. Perhaps it’s the near mortality of an old man that leeches into his writings, who knows, but this story of the formation of a Choral piece in the World War One backdrop of a Yorkshire mill town could have been his tour de force piece. The story is, of course more complicated than the rags-to-riches tale of a band of strangers. The teenage men, desperate for love and sex are awaiting conscription, as the older businessmen are dealing with loss of their sons and of fortunes. 

The women’s characters are strangely underwritten too, and even more unevenly played as either Madonnas or whores, which gives the whole film a cold and flatly unsentimental edge to it.

I was bored and disappointed by the whole thing .

Pixar

 Pixar is making Going Gently into a film…..go figure

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I’m working all day today. 

And just wanted to celebrate this dance for one 

And to flag up that our Christmas Show’s first act has three local ladies dancing their interpretation of Bollywood dancing 

How bloody great is that?

GK, bowls and lunch

 Gwyneth from blog https://gzandco.blogspot.com/ visited Trelawnyd today, for lunch with the Manley’s and it was lovely to see her, and to receive the bowl that she had made as well as to join in with a bloody lovely lunch.

Weaver giving the new egg bowl the once over

Ma Manley’s village book is growing every week and looks magnificent too

Roger Saves The Day

 

I was due to catchup with friends in Sheffield today, but I’m still feeling a bit washed out so decided to stay home. My friends understood but it was a bugger as I’d already paid for the hotel.

Hey ho

I caught up with my pals on the phone this afternoon, and made butter bean and chorizo soup, whilst the washing machine scrubbed clean the living room throws and the three stuffed animals that live in a basket in the inglenook fireplace.Now,  I’m not one for stuffed toys but these three have a sentimental sort of value. A chameleon with a cheeky grin I bought from Waterstones on a whim. A red lobster ( a gift from Mrs Trellis and a terrier dog bought on my first visit to Nu’s Irish home.  

All stank of soot and smoke.

I put all three in for a gentle wash alongside a fat platypus ( who I use as a hearth duster)  and thought no more about it.

Only when the machine started to spin did I hear Roger yapping

And when I walked into the kitchen to investigate, I found a worried Welsh terrier sat in front of the washing machine, his eyes fixed on several fleeting glimpses of helpless stuffed animal expressions as they bounced around and around the drum.

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This piece of music is a breath of fresh air. 

I need a breath of fresh air today

My wee has turned from claret coloured to a healthier blush rosé and I feel a little more human.

Especially as my day in bed, allowed me to get half a dose of flea treatment onto Weaver without inducing intensive care standard injuries.

The downside on heath news is that my eye scan this week has diagnosed another extensive bleed into my right eye. The consultant was thorough and kind and pragmatic when she told me that the injections were not working and that she suggested that they stop. 

My eyesight will deteriorate and I may go blind in that eye she said

Thank good my left eye is ok , I said 

Hey ho