Hey Ho

Funny how you can forget things
Tonight we met up with my sister's , brother in law's and sister in law for a very nice supper.
My sisters recalled one christmas in the very early 1970s when my father let a tramp set up home in our garage.
...and try as I may, I could not recall the event at all.......
How odd is that?
But what a nice thing for him to have done

" Work Gets In The Way, doesn't it Alfie Boe?"

Alfie Boe......the noisy fucker

It's Saturday and Chris has had to go into work. He's been away all week, went to bed knackered at 7.30 last night and was up at 6.00 am with the cockerel. Having said this, he wasn't up with the new cockerel for the little bastard was crying lustily at 3.00 am, 4..00 am and again at 5. The neighbours are going to have a fit, at least he slept through it all.
They ( the neighbours)  were very nice about things when he first arrived, for they understood that he preferred to roost in the Beech tree in the graveyard...the one right next to the light in the lane. Subsequently he's awake in the wee small hours, and so belts out a lusty pubescent cock-a-fucking doodle whatever throughout the night. One neighbour, rather diplomatically, described him as resembling the tenor Alfie Boe.
" he's only small but he has a big voice" she explained
Well I am sure she called him something else last night for the bugger escaped from his sound proof hen house ( where I had effectively imprisoned him a week ago)  and back up the tree he went again.
I shall have to recapture him today, for I didn't get much sleep last night.....and unlike Chris who slept  a good eight hours, my eyeballs resemble two fried eggs in a bucket of blood.
I thank goodness that I don't work the hours I once did when I was a ward manager. If I did, Chris and I would never see each other. The house would be left to wrack and ruin, and there couldn't be any animal in the cottage,( let alone a gobby cockerel up in the trees) .....
No my work and it's one long shift a week is the easier work to juggle.....
Having said this....I am mortified to see that I am working Monday night.......
Monday night.....no big deal I hear you cry
Oh fucking no!
It's the night The Walking Dead season 5 premiers in the UK!
I am devastated that I'll have to wait until Tuesday to see it!

Slut

When I was a child I remember asking my mother what a slut was.
I remember exactly what she said......she said carefully " a slut is an unkempt woman"
I have always remembered it......especially as in modern usage slut is a little more colourful.
I was moving a new desk from One of the Church councillors' houses to the church when something odd could be felt down the back of my trousers.
It was my pyjama bottoms going south.
With Chris being away, I had not bothered taking them off for a day or two.
I am such a slut

Alpha Male

Today I have set up a new tv from scratch

Programmed it to sky

Screwed in the top to the base

And connected htnl1 lead appropriately

I have repaired the roof the duck house
Cleaned out the back grid

Had a conversation with the workmen at the house renovation in the village about masonry 

And helped a neighbour shake the apples out of his Apple tree

I've gone all butch

Then I got back to normal

I shampooed the living room carpet

Bought flowers from marks and Spencer's

And screamed like a girl when a spider appeared from around the toilet when I was bleaching the rim

Hey ho

Thunderstorms, Bake Off and Cinema In The Afternoon (Gone Girl)

Last night we had a terrific storm. Around 10pm there was a massive clap of thunder overhead and the electricity went off. Immediately I was covered in frightened Bulldog and worried Scottish terrier. Even Albert hurried over to sit on the back of my chair.
minutes later the electricity came on again, but the surge must have played havoc with the tv, for it was dead as a dodo.
At least I managed to watch Bake Off before the tv imploded........it was the final last night, so there was much emailing back and forth with my nephew's partner on who was going to win.
The final had the bookmakers' favourite, the pencil-behind-the-ear Richard, pitched against the straight talking Nancy and the flamboyant and confident Luis and surprisingly it was Nancy who pulled her baking out of the bag to win.

she was a worthy winner, a good old fashioned baker. Dependable and consistent.
Wednesday's will be just a little more drab without it all.
 Yesterday afternoon me and the sister in law went to the cinema..... She wanted to see the new Helen Mirren but it wasn't showing so I talked her into seeing the "adult" thriller Gone Girl..which she was upset to see was an 18 certificate.
"I never see anything but U films" she said
As it turned out the David Fincher film was an inspired choice for it proved to be an intelligent noir thriller worthy of anything Hitchcock or dePalma  could have churned out.
I wont attempt to precis the complicated and clever plot, suffice to say the film seesaws around the disappearance of a beautiful young wife of a disillusioned, former golden boy in a recession hit mid western town. Did her husband kill his wife? Did the wife stage the whole thing? what was the true nature of their relationship? the film keeps the audience guessing to the very last reel and does so in a glossy, intelligent and surprisingly classy way/ It's a very smart movie.
Ben Affleck and Rosamund Pike are wonderfully ambiguous as the couple, and the two leads are backed up beautifully by the likes of Carrie Coon , as Affleck's feisty twin sister. .Kim Dickens as a wily police detective and Tyler Perry as a big shot New York lawyer.

 

Gone Girl is not just a modern thriller of some class........it also has quite a lot to say about the reality of marriage........marriage  behind closed doors!

8/10

The Devil Rides Out

The previous post was just a bit of village news
This one is just....well.......odd
For many weeks now I have been meaning to blog this photo

For outside Gay Gordon's neat little bungalow has been hanging a four foot plastic skeleton complete with lurid purple neckerchief 

Is devil worship rearing its ugly head in the village?

Answers on a postcard

Flower Show News and Duck coalitions

I need my eyes testing again. I took Chris to the station early this morning ( he's working in London for a few days) and waved energetically at my sister on her way to work only to realise that it was a young man with big hair.

Before coming home , I popped into tesco's for cat food  and received a slightly disapproving glance from the checkout girl, who noticed my pyjama bottoms sticking out under my trousers and the large coffee dribble stain on my t shirt ( which was back to front)

I'm not good in a morning

Now , I am squinting over the Flower Show correspondence which is spread out on the kitchen table.

The 2015 schedule was finalised at our meeting last night and  and it was agreed that the Show profits will be put towards three village initiatives this year

We will support and pay for one trip out for the Friendship Group, give a robust donation to the Conservation Group to help with the planting out of the summer flower beds and give another donation towards the National Urdd Eisteddfod which our county is hosting next year.,A school teacher from the village has been instrumental in raising cash to support this youth event .

I had a break from letter writing at 8.30 and went to treat the animals to some cheap white sliced bread. From out of the blue eight ducks shot past me in typical Indian file all of them quacking and chunnering....it's taken a while but the beautiful green cayugas have now joined the last two remaining hysterical Indian runners and four Aylesbury Ducks and have formed a nice cohesive new flock on the field.
Ducks are funny buggers........they desperately need to be part of a group


My sister in law and I are bunking off this afternoon...we are off to the cinema!
HOW DECADENT!

2 Weddings!

We held the Trelawynd Flower Show meeting tonight

I told auntie Glad that on June 20th we are holding our wedding party in the village hall

" you're getting married TWICE ?" She shouted knowing full well our official wedding is March 6th

I told her no.......and she said she'd couldn't wait  to come to the " do"
It'll be my first" she said .......she's 96 this year
We had a load of scones at the meeting ..they were lovely

Hey ho
She made my day