Roger’s haircut ( Weaver sitting pissed off in background)
Roger had a haircut today.
Mary is going bald so needs no trim as yet .
I’ve got group supervision this evening, where all of the sessional counsellors at the charity I work for get together. This meeting of minds is a rarity, and I’m beginning to realise that counselling can be a rather solitary vocation .
My sister gave the front garden a good seeing too and the cottage feels ready for its first proper Christmas tree in years.
Dwarfed not only by a large woollen coat and her trademark erect arran bobble hat.
Grief had literally reduced her to a child’s size
Mrs Trellis had lost her greyhound Blue.
I heard through velvet voiced Linda that she had Blue put down after a short illness and had taken a plant around in way of sympathy. The old lady was bereft and shocked and upset that some in the village had made it clear that she should have done the deed earlier.
Greyhounds look dreadful when they lose weight
She cried when she shared his last moments and was angry at the vet who came out, all emotions so normal but so unwanted.
Her usually warm little bungalow was dark and cold and felt very empty when I turned to go
Most of the morning has been filled with show Admin. Chasing up acts, requesting music checking details , yes herding cats.
I’ve done all what I can do so my attention has been drawn to the knotty subject of Christmas .
Now I’m working Christmas Day so practically I wanted to buy my family no fuss gifts, ones that I can get down to them easily .
And so the challenge this year is to buy gifts that will fit inside a 2x1 inch box🤪
Everyone will get the same box but each one will have something different inside.
My sister Janet, for example will get a miniature ballerina with tickets for the Royal Ballet ( Giselle) and a room booked at Z hotel in Covent Garden, I can tell you this as she already knows the contents but the further challenge is that I need to find some more things to accompany the gifts…
Those that catch you totally by surprise and make you stop dead in your tracks
Friday night was a case in point, and one I didn’t describe adequately at the time, but it was as moving as it was unexpected and it was collectively felt and experienced by everyone present in the same way, which is always rare yet surprisingly moving.
The adults were all busy with doing Things as ten year old Imogen was asked to test the sound system in the memorial Hall.
There were a dozen of us in the hall as she started to sing.
A young soprano, with a beautifully clear voice singing Doll on a Music Box from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
The room fell silent immediately.
Then The Velvet Voiced Linda and others waved their arms in way of accompaniment as the little girl’s voice literally filled the hall.
One of those moments that just happen out of nowhere
Cold and wet today and I’ve pulled myself up by my bra straps
The bleed in my right eye can be seen if I close my eyes.
It’s the shape of Elphaba from Wicked, how apt I thought……
The Welsh and I drove to Colwyn Bay for coffee and shared sausage butty, which blew away the cobwebs and on the way home I bought a chicken to roast for lunch. I will plate up an extra meal for a friend across the village which I will pop off later….
As we got out of Bluebell behind the cottage a shout in the wind made me look up. A couple in the graveyard were waving at me. The couple Luke & Shana were Americans and Mormons. As it turned out , his relatives, way back had rebuilt the church and my cottage, a fact which literally blew his mind, given that he only wanted to ask me about the ownership of the church.
I made a coffee, and lit the fire
And as the Welsh slept, drying their coats on the kitchen reading chair
The cottage filled with the smell of roast chicken
Another lisping choir’s performance and one I enjoyed from the back row just over Silvia’s left shoulder.
I’ve wrapped Christmas gifts today and sent them.
And have written some of Trelawnyd Productions recently commissioned Christmas Cards
Fuck me we are becoming a franchise
I’ve also sent Nu a copy of Kathy Burke’s autobiography a Mind Of My Own , not because it is Christmas soon , but because I enjoyed it so much.
I suddenly remembered it was nephew Leo’s birthday today , and I was annoyed that I had forgotten it…
I sent money via on line banking and messaged him with instructions to spend it on comics and film tickets.
He sounded cheerful 😃😃😃
I can’t shake the blues today, even though I’ve been busy…..
To chase away a virus inducing sense of loneliness , I’ve made spiced Italian bean soup with pancetta and smoky paprika and have cooked spiced chips laced with garlic and curry powder . I’ve drunk lemon juice spiked lemsip and spent far too long in a hot shower
And I had a good cry with Roger on my knee, over nothing more than a face lick.
Hey ho xx
On reflection , I know where today’s mood came from.
I’ve recently complained to the Post Office that I suspect we residents down Cwm Road are getting deliveries just once a week. I was asked to clarify my worries last night, in a phone to a chirpy woman full of apologies and good humour.
Are there other house residents worried about their post?
She asked and I told her that I lived alone
So nobody else?…….she repeated and I fell into that trap and said, almost apologetically
