It took me an hour and a half to get back to Trelawnyd tonight
Storm Claudia
Even Weaver said hello
It’s nice to be home
A German
I’ve just been on a study day about the treatment of acute trauma
An interesting mix of counselling approaches CBT and EMDR
I soaked up information and approaches like a fat Welsh sponge
It was wonderful
It cost me 250 £
Money well spent
The Liverpool study day mixed its participants into small groups and in my group was a serious German born counsellor who smiled rarely
I found it my mission to make him smile, mainly because I found him terribly attractive
He was butch and masculine and heavily bearded
He was also far to serious .
And in the afternoon he actually laughed at one of my interactions , a time I challenged the tutor with a colourful comment of “ I think that is bollocks”
At a tea time 1 to 1 he told me seriously that he found me “challenging” in the group work
And in a sudden moment of privacy and honesty I told him that was because I found him rather attractive
“I’m in a relationship” he said kindly with a nod
“You bloody would be “ I told him
He touched my arm for seconds longer than he should of and I lapped up the flirt like a spinster out on a church picnic
Oh lord ! I said and meant it
And he laughed loud and long, still holding my arm
And before I walked away at the day’s end he asked me for my phone number
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 .
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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
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