A Thing Of The Past

A real pleasure....postcards on the mantle

I need to think "happy thoughts" today.
Yesterday I had a particularly unpleasant encounter at work which I know am more of a match for sorting and today I am going to a funeral . Two things that sadden but don't overwhelm even though I am still full of cold and had to miss choir last night after I had literally lost my voice on Saturday .

Today 's post is a lament for a changing fashion.
It's also a competition
It's all about the pleasure of receiving a post card.

We don't really send postcards anymore, certainly we don't from our holiday destinations, With the Internet , Instergram, blogging, postcards are now sent virtually with Facebook now able to proclaim instantly " look at us! Look at where we are!"
These "postcards" are seen but are seldom remembered.

And so today I'm setting you all a challenge
Send me a postcard from your small part of the world through the post.
No virtual cards will be accepted, all entries have to be posted with a stamp from your local post box!
All entries will be posted here and the most striking card will be given a traditionally Welsh prize.

A bit of frivolity is needed today. It's a grey, overcast depressing day here.

My address

John Gray
Bwthyn y Llan,
Cwm Road,
TRELAWNYD,
Flintshire
North Wales
LL 18 6EF

Wednesday's Postcards

Cake heals the soul

Thats what I think .

I'm sat in a cafe just outside the village after seeing a friend.

Im waiting for my sister in law to now arrive.

Ive bought take out cake for Sailor John and Mandy who live next door

Difficult times means cake

cake, like I said, heals the soul

The staff will think I'm either conducting interviews or am a serial philanderer 

More postcards today......the deadline is still Saturday and over 500 have arrived

enjoy

hummmmmmm!!!!!

The Next entries

The British ( and Dutch!) postcards are coming in!
The postman has just given me one of those wry and thin " what the fuck?" kind of Smiles

Just to remind you, details of the competition can be viewed here

https://disasterfilm.blogspot.com/2019/01/postcard-challenge.html

Please send All postcards to me at

Bwthyn y llan,
Cwm Road,
Trelawnyd
Flintshire,
LL18 6 EF
North Wales,
UK

Hormonal George,Mice,a gypsy site,Farm traffic problems and Chris' first day

Up early this morning as I gave Chris a lift to the station for his first day at Bangor University. I did suggest he take several small mementos (pics of me, dogs and postcards etc) to decorate his office, but I think he is perfectly happy in working in a somewhat sterile environment! Took the dogs to the beach early and it was evident that George's testosterone levels are on the up and up, much to the disgust of Meg who he seems besotted with at the moment.
Got home at 10 am, and had the fairly nasty job of cleaning out the outhouse , which was the first important job of the day as I saw two mice somersaulting around the shelves with gay abandon when I went to collect the hen food earlier. Thinking I could flush out the dirty little buggers with a broom I stationed Maddie (pic) and George on the patio and went in with Joan under my arm as extra firepower! Hormonal George was a dead loss as he spent most of his time dealing with his erection but killer Maddie came up trumps and literally hurled herself into the outhouse and without giving the mouse time to squeak, munched it to death with great relish. I left the door open throughout the day and Joan got there in the end by stalking the other rodent for what seemed like hours and finally catching him at 6pm! Job well done !!!

The ducks are settling down nicely, but I was worried that they still do not know where to go at night. (The last two nights Chris and I had to physically catch each one and place them into the duck house) So in a fit of physical exertion I re arranged the hen houses into a sort of corral and connected each one with chicken wire and stakes! (so that I could gently herd the ducks into a smaller area which would then lead to their duckhouse (little ark in the left hand corner)........now the whole thing does not look too pretty, in fact it does look rather like a somewhat scruffy gypsy camp! or the set of I'm a celebrity, get me out of here! but it worked like a dream this evening, and in seconds they were tucked up safe and warm and chuntering happily to themselves.
Got the Belingo sideswiped by a bloody combine when I took the dogs up to the Gop for their evening walk. I actually saw it trying to negotiate the lane and by the time I got to the car it had gone! leaving a nice panel dent in the front driver's side. Living in the country does have its individual problems you know! it's not all sweet locals and village fetes!....hey ho!

A Fine

Its colder today and it's sleeting and trying to snow.
The village looks bleak in this kind of daytime as for the most part you cant see the pools of lights and the lit fires from the road outside the huddles of houses on the side of the Gop.
At dusk and beyond, the home lights always look more cosy.

This morning I've completed some mandatory training, priced a professional birthday cake up and taken Mary for an ear check up at the vets. She's still itching her 600£ surgery site and the vet's shoulder shrug cost me a further 20£ and petrol costs.....at least they had the good grace to blush a bit!
Such is life.

When I got home the weather deteriorated a bit and so before lighting the fire I fed Irene her daily treat of sour bread . The postman arrived when I was still on the field, he waved impatiently for me to come over he had a large parcel of postcards and a box for me to sign for.
"A pressie from Hawaii" he shouted into the wind "I wish I was there !"

Not everything that is pushed through my letterbox has a positive  connotation.

Yesterday I received a speeding fine for 100£.

I cant really afford such a sum!

The mobile camera that caught me was hidden away at the bottom of a local hill in a semi rural spot and although I was doing 36 miles an hour a few feet into a 30 miles an hour zone I got charged.

ok, ok hands up, I did break the law  and so I should not be bleating, but it does smack, just a little of a money making scheme, especially as the alternative offer of a "speed awareness course" could be taken up at the knock down cost of £92 !

Anyhow, I wont bang on , especially as I have just learnt that I have to fork out an additional 400£ for an up to date pension forcast document for the divorce lawyers!!!
Divorce is a fucking expensive do! 

Pay up and shut Up John!

Luckily the rest of my post has proved to be a delight.....40 cards today, and a delightful gift from Lorna in Hawaii (thank you dearheart).

I've been amazed at the artistry of the entries 

a needle work postcard!

fabulous