Is it me?

Now I was not too bothered about missing "My Matt" on x factor this evening.....I really dislike The Beatles  (it was a Beatle theme night) so even Matt, his slightly overlong vest and a load of ladies in pink lycra couldn't help "Come together!".......which is a great shame- I do hope he isn't kicked out tomorrow night...thank goodness I am working Night shift....I couldn't watch this wonderful example of Essex manhood getting knocked out of this all important tv game show !
This evening ,Chris and I took his father to the new Chinese Restaurant which has opened up in Prestatyn and to be fair the food was excellent!
Yes there is going to be a "but" inserted here......
BUT the service and the atmosphere however was awful.
Our 16 year old waitress left her thumb print in the duck pancakes before she put them down on the table and every time she cheerfully served us our next banquet course, her cardigan sleeves seemed to inch lower and lower towards our food!
The low point of the evening came when two young men walked into the restaurant and after buying two bottles of beer at the bar walked into the dining area to have an extensive stand up conversation with a couple who were sat down at the next table!
Is it me, but is this behaviour completely unacceptable?
What is the matter with people nowadays?
Aren't people taught the social graces anymore?
We soon paid the bill and as we were leaving, I grabbed the manager and told him in no uncertain words that I thought his acceptance of the "standing beer drinking visitors" was a big mistake!
If we wanted to eat in a pub, then we would have spent a load less money and would have done so!
He agreed in a slightly non assertive way and I flounced out with the moral high ground firmly fixed between my teeth......


I know I am a snob....and I do hate uncouth people

Olwena Hughes and Gwyneth Jones.

This video I think will be one of my favourite blog entries out of my entire 4 years of blogging.
In response to some of the requests to hear spoken Welsh from my last blog, I conscripted lifelong friends Olwena Hughes and Gwyneth Jones to give my non Welsh readers a bit of a Welsh treat.
The two ladies were going to discus yesterday's belly dance ( yes Belly dance) demonstration in the memorial Hall.( but were in fact chatting about the fall sustained by a 90 year old friend)
As a social document, I think It is priceless

Ydych chi'n teimlo'n well?

I slept long deeply last night and woke up blurry eyed with Meg practically sellotaped to my chest at 8am.
I feel a lot better today, slightly washed out but miles better and as I was returning to the cottage one old chap I know from the village stopped to ask me "Ydych chi'n teimlo'n well?" which is one of the few Welsh phrases I actually remember from my time at school...........He kindly asked me if I was feeling better.

Many of the older residents of the village still speak Welsh fluently, which I think is pretty normal for a rural Flintshire village. Generally given our proximity to the English border, the general percentages I guess are much lower than in the rural villages in the counties further West such as  Conwy and ,Gwynedd where up to 80% use Welsh as a first language.In intensive care where I work, out of a staff of around 60 (including 10 Filipino staff) around 12 speak Welsh fluently

The Welsh Assembly takes the survival of the Welsh language very seriously.....every official document, government leaflet and NHS circular has to duplicated, one version in English and the other in Welsh, which is of course, politically correct but also a terrible waste of resources and money..... sometimes the need to be seen to be fair goes a little too far......
I would like to refresh my Welsh just a little, even though it has been over 30 years since I could last hold a perfunctory conversation in fourth form. Alan,one of the nice chaps that helps out with the flower show is originally from Poland and I was impressed with the efforts he made with all of the older visitors to the show when he dropped in little phrases of Welsh chit chat here and there.
Sometimes all it takes is a little more effort to keep the basics going

But things generally are changing. Welsh as a language is dying out in Trelawnyd . Apparently the Male Voice  choir  has and handful of non Welsh speakers in their line up now, and the congregation in the totally Welsh chapel is down to a tiny trickle...... its a long long way from the turn of the century , when the school children at the village school were actively punished for speaking Welsh in front of their teachers

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Today Chris' father arrives from Kent for a visit. He is always an easy guest and will, I know, adore Frankie who has now completely settled into our routine in the cottage.
 
So I am just about to sort the cottage out for our guest, but I will leave you with a little observation I made this morning which related to the four remaining ghost hens.
Months ago these little shells of birds arrived on the field. They could not walk properly, they had never seen the sun before, they were mute, cowed, and sad looking animals without any personality and spark.
I stood and watched four very different animals this morning when I opened their coop. Four confident birds greeted the rain and gales. Alert and interested they bickered with each other like normal hens and bullied the three new Wellsomers as they fought over the best bits of corn .
I allowed myself a whole minute of pride when I watched them
My babies have grown up

frankie and the weather

Sorry to overshadow my previous "royal" blog entry but on impulse I used my knackered old camera to "video" the depressing weather
I must have a bug as I have felt nauseous off and on all day and had a hope I could lie on the couch in front of the fire feeling sorry for myself; but the fencing on the Church wall needed repairing, eggs needed to be delivered and Frankie needed toilet and road training ( she pees just once a day and is incredibly nervous of traffic) , so we have had to brave the gales to get things done.

"Gawd Bless 'em.....one and all"

I was up in the night suffering a bout of vomiting (I cannot actually remember the last time that happened)..so I feel a little washed out and wan this morning.....I have had to forgo my usual strong coffee for a cup of tea and with my new organic hot water bottle ( Constance) keeping my belly warm when I got up at 3am to lie on the couch. I do feel much better now.
Yesterday Nu rang me from London, all breathless and excited..... she knows that on the quiet I have always been a bit of a royalist and she had heard before I did that William is going to get married to the demure Kate Middleton in the new Year!!! Apparently the royal couple are going to be living near us, somewhere in North Wales ( William is serving at RAF Valley, which is on the Island of Angelsey- just down the coast) 

and Nu was tickled pink that I might be amused by the good news.
I am, in fact, quite amused.
I make no bones that I rather like the Royal Family. It is not a fashionable thing to be a Royalist in today's "angry" Britain but like my parents and grandparents before them, I have inherited a kind of respect for the tradition of Monarchy. 
I cannot be doing with the bleeding heart lefties that bang on about "fairness" and "costs" when referring to the wealth of the Royals......to me it is plain and simple....they are there by a simple accident of birth....just like I am and just like you are.....what right has anyone got to remove their wealth or privilege? No one has the right to remove mine! (if I had any that is)...
Ok the minor royals need to get their houses in order , I will concede that ( I suspect Buckingham Palace has already orchestrated this) but as for new generation post Charlie, all I have to say is good luck to them!!!
The Royal family, has just been re franchised

Midnight Snore and lesbian memories

Now that is a blog entry title that should grab the attention.
Firstly I will give you a quick update on Frankie- I took the video just before I went to bed last night, The cottage was more or less dark and Frankie had crept out of her bed in the kitchen to lie right next to the wood burner......I wanted to underline her snoring prowess rather than to take a proper video of her.....and snore she can...for bloody England!
Frankie sleeps 90% of the day. She is not a lover of walking outside, ( a fact I have found out very quickly) and prefers to sit next to Chris on the couch in her waking hours whilst watching him very closely with her little piggy eyes.
She loves human contact, adores being cuddled and has studiously ignored the other dogs and cat since her arrival .
She hates loud noises, Vaseline on her nose ( apparently Bulldog noses need a regular "dab" cos they get cracked) and the great outdoors...............
Anyhow I am just about to sort out the field chores before I go onto nights tonight but I will leave you with a memory I have which has been sparked by last night's "lesbian" movie. ( forgive me if I have blogged this story before)
Years ago we went to a social evening with a group of friends at the house of a lesbian couple I will call Annie and Lou. Although likable Annie and Lou were terribly intense. Public shows of affection were the norm with them......with long glances of half concealed passion, secret jokes and heavy and sincere conversations peppering the light social evening.
It was always just a tad too much for me.
Anyhow I remember us all being in the kitchen and on top of the piano was a beautiful gold bowl with a lit floating candle gliding around amid a load of rose petals. Annie explained without any guile that this was their "eternal flame of love" a symbol of the couple's deep DEEP emotion for each other.
The group nodded appreciatively at this sight biting our lips carefully and after Annie went to get nibbles from the kitchen, we all stood around in slightly stunned silence looking at this little candle.
The pause in the proceedings was broken by my friend Julie ( a no nonsense broad Yorkshire lass) who whipped out a cigarette saying "fuck this for a game of soldiers" and promptly lit her fag on the candle
Funny what you remember isn't it?

The Kids are alright

A near empty cinema (just the way I like it) and a cracking film.... just the thing for a bloody wintry Monday evening I can tell you. I have just enjoyed the comedy/drama The Kids Are All Right...yes you know ...it's the one about lesbian parents with kids who meet up with the sperm donor guy!
Humm all very modern day.......
Only it isn't! Writer/ director Lisa Cholodenko has crafted a interesting and wry look not only about lesbian relations in middle age ( she nails completely the slightly cloying intensity of many couples I have known over the years) but also the bittersweet reality of parenthood, long term intimacy, puberty and marriage.
Middle age doctor Nic ( Annette Bening) and long term partner Jules (Julianne Moore) and their two teenage children Joni and Lazer (   a talented Mia Wasikowska and Josh Hutcherson) are finding their way through the trials and tribulations of normal family life......They have their own problems (Nic is a somewhat of a control freak with am unhealthy liking for good red wine and Jules is an unfulfilled mom with no direction) , but when the children locate their rather immature but likable sperm donor father (Mark Ruffalo )....chaos ensues!
Yes , it is all very grown up, and at times bitingly funny and then immensely moving....and I have never seen Annette Benning  as good as she is in her difficult role of a rather unlikable,prickly and totally vulnerable Nic. She is quite simply magnificent
The film is really not about lesbians it is just a movie about those invisible ties all  families possess in some shape and form....... and although bright and sassy, it is never sentimental, or smug It's just........well very good .
I gave it an 8.5 out of 10 

Animal 94 and a thank you

"Angostura" turned up this morning........An early morning phone call and a plea to take a somewhat "mental" female Guinea fowl started the day off in its usual multi job way.
Apparently she has been a somewhat forthright and bitter little bird that has always been in the company of hens rather than her own kind, so my small flock of guinea offered her owner a potential way out for re homing.
Lets hope she can learn to roost pretty quickly! White guineas on the ground are like a smorgasbord to a fox.
postscript:
Angostrura ( Ang for short) is safe for the night.... she walked right past Alf, Hughie and Ivy when they lined up to roost in the now stripped Graveyard Elm....and smartly joined Stanley and the old hens in their hen house at the bottom of the field

I just wanted to add my thanks to that of my sister for the lovely selection of raffle prizes Linda over at ManchesterLass sent to Janet in order to raise money for Motor Neurone Research. It was a kindness that has touched us all very much indeed, especially given the fact that she took the trouble ( and at considerable cost) to package her prizes all the way from Australia.
It was a lovely gesture
Thank you x

Off to the cinema now.... need a movie fix