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Bras, Pants And Gifts!
I wasn't going to the blog until after episode five of The Walking Dead which airs this evening, but in between power washing the back patio and waiting for tradesmen to arrive I have been in receipt of a couple of kind gifts and have rather surprisingly caught a fellow villager at her back kitchen window in her bra and knickers when I was out collecting egg boxes
I don't know which one of us was more embarrassed
It's a while since I've seen a lady just in her smalls!
Anyhow let's change the subject
A big thank you to villager Christine who reads the blog
And left me out a small gift of a vintage toasting fork!
Which I am modelling with the help of a small pork sausage !
Which I am modelling with the help of a small pork sausage !
And another big thank you to Gayle from Arizona
Who sent me a pack of walking Dead playing cards!
Christmas has come early!
Super Hero Vicar
The Remembrance service in Trelawnyd is held at 2.30 pm and not at 11am. It is led by the vicar and by the chapel minister, and is usually supported by the congregations of both.
Out of respect , I usually tag on with the dogs in tow, to stand at the back of the memorial Hall garden where the village war memorial is situated.
The usual suspects where already there when I arrived, Christine and Bryn, Auntie Glad in her usual blood red coat, Mona from Ochr y Gop farm, Meirion Ellis , the vicar splendid in his black robe, the head of the community council, Pat the animal helper , there was perhaps twenty or so clustered around the memorial, that is, until the heavens opened and everyone had to scurry into the village Hall to keep dry.
I tried to get a shot of the vicar as he swept out of the rain with his cape billowing behind him and his Gothic hood pulled down over his face, but it was raining too hard
He resembled a somewhat slow moving video game super hero
I squeezed in behind with the dogs but stayed in the porch as Winnie was snorting so loud (she would have drowned out the service if we had followed everyone in,) so we braved the rain, and ran home, like a small herd of stressed out pigmy hippos to steam dry in front of the fire.
Out of respect , I usually tag on with the dogs in tow, to stand at the back of the memorial Hall garden where the village war memorial is situated.
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| The war Memorial in the shadow of the new house build |
I tried to get a shot of the vicar as he swept out of the rain with his cape billowing behind him and his Gothic hood pulled down over his face, but it was raining too hard
He resembled a somewhat slow moving video game super hero
Old Dogs
A year or so ago Meg had a period where she experienced odd little " absences". She would stand, have no awareness of what was going on around her and just stare and shake. To me, it looked as though she was experiencing partial seizures.
These seizures disappeared after a couple of months and the vet seemed unconcerned when I took Meg in for a check up and so we breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Yesterday she had another " do" . And we were a mile down the beach promenade during a heavy rain storm.
It couldn't have been in a worse place.
I didn't know if it was a return of the " fits" she had experienced before , or whether it was something more serious,It certainly seemed to be worse than ones I had seen her have before..... so I had no choice but to pick her up and head back to the car.
Now, carrying a sick dog whilst holding the leads of three others during a burst of heavy rain is not the simplest of jobs and I was struggling a bit until a young woman who had been sheltering in her car in the car park next to the promenade jogged over and jumped over the wall.
I think I must have looked a little upset.
" do you need a hand?" She asked kindly and within seconds she had taken the other dogs' leads from me , allowing me to carry Meg more easily and she helped me back to the car, getting a bad soaking in the process..
She jogged back to her car after she asked if I would be ok.
Within a couple of minutes Meg had come around from her fit, and quite suddenly her eyes started to focus again and she started to push her way into the front passenger seat which is her usual position when we are out driving.
I turned to see where the young woman had gone, but she had left already.
I never got the chance to thank her.
Ten minutes later Meg was as bright and as clingy as ever.
Partial fits could be a sign of something serious. We all know that. But we will wait and see if things deteriorate further.
I am loath to suddenly start to look at what could be the cause..
Old dogs eh?
They break your heart
These seizures disappeared after a couple of months and the vet seemed unconcerned when I took Meg in for a check up and so we breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Yesterday she had another " do" . And we were a mile down the beach promenade during a heavy rain storm.
It couldn't have been in a worse place.
I didn't know if it was a return of the " fits" she had experienced before , or whether it was something more serious,It certainly seemed to be worse than ones I had seen her have before..... so I had no choice but to pick her up and head back to the car.
Now, carrying a sick dog whilst holding the leads of three others during a burst of heavy rain is not the simplest of jobs and I was struggling a bit until a young woman who had been sheltering in her car in the car park next to the promenade jogged over and jumped over the wall.
I think I must have looked a little upset.
" do you need a hand?" She asked kindly and within seconds she had taken the other dogs' leads from me , allowing me to carry Meg more easily and she helped me back to the car, getting a bad soaking in the process..
She jogged back to her car after she asked if I would be ok.
Within a couple of minutes Meg had come around from her fit, and quite suddenly her eyes started to focus again and she started to push her way into the front passenger seat which is her usual position when we are out driving.
I turned to see where the young woman had gone, but she had left already.
I never got the chance to thank her.
Ten minutes later Meg was as bright and as clingy as ever.
Partial fits could be a sign of something serious. We all know that. But we will wait and see if things deteriorate further.
I am loath to suddenly start to look at what could be the cause..
Old dogs eh?
They break your heart
Meg asleep on my head after night shift last year
Warming Your Muffin
All I know , was that when I got home the dogs had infiltrated the living room ( thanks to Albert who has the ability to open the kitchen door) and had merrily dotted the carpet with several little puddles.
Of piss.....it's not their fault.....its Winnie's leaking fanny that causes the problem.......
So I've shampooed the carpet, walked the dogs in the pouring rain and have just lit the fire. The cottage now looks homely and warm and everything in front of the fire is steaming gently.
My twin sister has just emailed me, wanting to know what I want for Christmas. and looking at the fire this morning, I know exactly what I shall ask for..
I want an old fashioned toasting fork!
As children we would often toast bread, muffins and crumpets in front of the fire. The ritual was always fraught with a tiny bit of danger. Of slightly scorched kiddie fingers, smokey tasting toast and proper butter stains.over your front.
If you were toasting bread. It would always be thickly sliced bread, an inch thick.
It was like toasting very small cushions .
The older we get, sometimes the more we enjoy recreating the happy memories of the past.
It's a miserable wet day today.....so...I think I'll treat myself to a crumpet this evening.......I'll fashion a short term toasting fork out of one of Chris' knitting needles.......and will give the toasting a bit of a go........
Lilting
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| Chung and Whishaw |
Lifting.and so I was pleased to see that Theatre Clwyd chose to show the film last night.
It was only showing the once and there was around eight people in the audience.
Speaks volumes for cultural North Wales eh?
The film's story centres around grief.
Richard (Ben Whishaw) is mourning the death of his partner Kai (Andrew Leung), and in his grief he reaches out to contact Kai's mother Junn (Pei-Pei Chung) a non English speaking Chinese woman who has reluctantly been admitted to a nursing home. Junn has always disliked Richard, resenting his friendship with her son who she had no idea was gay. and the story lifts off when Richard employs a Chinese interpreter Vann (Naomi Christie) to help open the dialogue between Junn and her racy old suitor and fellow home resident Alan (Peter Bowles) an initiative that in turn allows for Richard and Junn to deal with their own grieving together.
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| Whishaw and Leung as Richard and Kai |
Their scenes together (buffered by an excellent Christie as the emotionally torn Vann) are at times electric and incredibly moving. The emotion being heightened as both characters share flashbacks
with conversations they had with lover and son.
I could have done without the laboured and unnecessary comic story line of the twilight courtship between Alan and Junn, the film didnt need it at all. The film, more importantly, is a study of grief, grief from the perspective of two very different people
Lilting is a little gem of a movie.
8/10
There's Nowt As Queer As Folk
Yesterday I went out with odd socks on and a T shirt that was back to front.
I am oblivious to such faux pas
When we go out anywhere slightly smart Chris will insist that he check's my outfit. Not because I am colourblind and I have a tendency to clash colours ( which I am and I do) but because I invarably will cock up some piece of clothing., not loop the belt in my trousers properly or not fold back the collar of my shirt.
This behaviour may seem a liitle odd to others but to me, it's a normality
Today I will be wearing my crocs with socks on.
And One crock doesn't have a strap by the way!
If the truth be known,all of us do " odd things"
We just don't crow about them to others.
I have been thinking of my other " odd habits" and in way of a confessional, here are a few.....
I am oblivious to such faux pas
When we go out anywhere slightly smart Chris will insist that he check's my outfit. Not because I am colourblind and I have a tendency to clash colours ( which I am and I do) but because I invarably will cock up some piece of clothing., not loop the belt in my trousers properly or not fold back the collar of my shirt.
This behaviour may seem a liitle odd to others but to me, it's a normality
Today I will be wearing my crocs with socks on.
And One crock doesn't have a strap by the way!
If the truth be known,all of us do " odd things"
We just don't crow about them to others.
I have been thinking of my other " odd habits" and in way of a confessional, here are a few.....
- I tend to sleep with a pillow over my face
- I enjoy cold rice pudding with a blob of lemon curd in the centre
- I hum the tune to " Camptown races" every night when I am brushing my teeth
- I have to drink out of the same coffee cup EVERYTIME I have a cup of coffee at home
- I am constantly writing a screenplay for a film in my head when out for a walk
- I feel physically sick when I look at a donut
- I like wearing a scarf in the house in winter
- I have a rather nasty habit of pushing used crisp packets down the side of the armchair cushion
- I break wind rather loudly if I raise one leg more than 45 degrees
- I use every lane when going around a roundabout
- I have an unhealthy obsession with Russell Crowe, scotch eggs and Zombie films
- I can't peg washing out properly.
- I love bleaching the whole toilet, but have burnt my arse at least five times after doing so
- I fall over a lot
- I have a pathological urge to pull the church bell EVERYTIME I am in Church
- When I get my eyes tested I always giggle when the guy looms over me with the light scope
- I learnt the Welsh National Anthem from the text printed on a tea towel
- I say "hey ho "too much
Hey ho
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I will leave you with a photo of Winnie attacking an empty bottle of diet coke this morning
The Scone Fairy
The meter reader man came this afternoon, as usual he came to the front door of the cottage, so I told him through the window to " come round the back"
We don't use the front door.
After he knocked on the back door he pointed to a white paper bag
balanced on the back garden wall
" a very old lady has just dropped that off" he informed me
A bag of warm scones awaited me
The " auntie Glad scone fairy" had struck again
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