Snowdrops - postcards

Not a morning for having the electricity off

The postnan still got through

Power cut

Just before it got dark our choir manager Hils ( not Jamie who is our 15 year old choirmaster- the one with the 1940's RAF moustache) sent us all a message

"Hi All, reluctantly we’ve made an executive decision and there’ll be NO CHOIR this evening due to the weather. The sun did come out briefly this afternoon and so I’ve been hanging on ever hopeful but there’s another bank of dark cloud lurking and as the temperature is due to drop later it’s best to err on the side of caution, especially since all ways into the village involve some sort of hill! I think this is only the second time we’ve had to cancel because of bad weather, not a bad record…"

Shortly after my electricity went off.
Thankfully I had lit the log burner and had candles and fairly lights in glass jars so everything was tickity boo ....who says gays can't cope with a crisis ?

I ate cheese and pickle and bread for tea and toasted the bread in front of the fire as the dogs and Albert sat in a semi circle waiting for tidbits. We then all retired to the sofa in a joint animal/human lump to listen to the music on my iPad

I had been given a set of six miniature ports for Christmas from Mrs Trellis and opened them all in the dark as we all waited for the electricity to come back on
I drank all of the port in one hour and listened to Audrey sing her lovely best song quite a few times
.....And cried

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I'm not sure Choir will be on today as the weather took a turn for worse and Gwaenysgor effectively got iced in, so much that I couldn't quite negiotiate the steeper bits of lane.
Workmen are working on the electricity lines in Trelawnyd which means the electricity supply will be turned off for many.
Winnie, sensing multiple good looking workmen in overalls went on walkabout this morning to say hello to them by the lane corner .
She wasn't happy at being recovered.

The postcards continue to come in and I must admit I'm enjoying reading them just as much as I am looking at them.....indeed a few came in a wonderfully decorated envelope which is shown below.

I will never apologise......

I will never, ever apologise for my sense of humour
To me, it's one of my biggest assets

My way at laughing at the world has saved my idiosyncratic and  fragile psychi on many an occasion...
And has helped me face the world's brickbats, nurse based shitty times and the like since I was a nipper.
It has also saved me from several very difficult situations at work which included talking down a suicidal sectioned patient who laughed at me with affection when I farted at an inappropriate moment during a psychiatrists' intense monologue
I will not apologise for the last few blog entries
I found the humour in them rather engaging
But I am sorry that at least 6 people found them offensive enough to complain
That is their problem and not mine.
So if you don't want to read Going Gently anymore so be it....
I'm still going to laugh at the silly, the rude, the ironic and the tasteless 
And that is not gonna change

Hey ho 

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Balance

Well, I think we need a bit of balance given that my plastic vulva caused so much debate and controversy yesterday.
Now clinically ( and I stress clinically) I have probably seen, felt and manipulated more penises during a long and illustrious career than  a moderately successful tart has and so there is no mystery and challenge in the catheterisation technique of the odd todger, but here is one " realistic" model which is as titivating as a flat Yorkshire pudding!

Latest entries in the postcard challenge will be posted later
Hey ho

A Vagina On The Chopping Board

I have a favourite coffee shop that I go to.
It's comfortably shopworn and trendy in that way the ones in New York were in the 1990s
It reminds me of happier days.
The barista asked me if I was ok. I had been crying almost solid for twenty minutes before I arrived but that was at the last quarter of Stan And Ollie and not for any emotional jacuzzi I was going through.
I laughed after she asked me and just said " very Sad film" 
" I've seen the trailers for the new Dumbo" she said "I was sobbing buckets at those"
We smiled conspiratorially at each other.

This weekend has been somewhat better than last. I've had company and goals to complete that's why.
Friday I made a friend a meal and today its another cinema trip, this time with Gorgeous Dave. 
We are off to see a morning showing of the horror thriller Glass ( his choice) - it's the only time he can free from his kids... that that's cool. He's a big badminton player too, so when I'm better we'll have a game, him no doubt in some Lycra number with perfect legs.
Me in my trackie bottoms with dirty paw prints on.

The log lady had dropped a pile of seasoned wood a couple of days ago and this morning called around for her money as I was eating breakfast. She waited in the kitchen as I scrabbled around for the notes but was kept amused by Winnie as per.
It was only after she had gone when I realised that I had left my vagina out overnight on the chopping board.
I think I may need to explain myself here.........

Nowadays male nurses are trained to catheterize women , but in my day this was not just so, and so when I went to work in the private sector with effectively no trained nurse back up. I told myself that I needed to expand my role somewhat.
The first step towards this was to get my hands on an anatomically precise vagina!
This I have done and off I went yesterday, searching the mysteries of the female " inner world" thanks to a rubber vag propped up on a baking potato!
The log lady never said a word

Stan And Ollie

A homage should, in my mind, be carried out with some affection and this cinematic homage to the wonderful  talents that were Laurel & Hardy has affection in bloody bucketfuls.
It's a truly sweet story which has made an absolutely lovely film.
Set in the 1950s when the duos' careers were on the wane, we follow the ever chirpy Oliver Hardy ( John C Reilly) and his more cynical and slightly more savvy sidekick Stan Laurel ( Steve Coogan) on their come down tour of Northern Britain's second rate theatres.
Plagued with ill Heath and the memory of a friendship testing contract problem, the men's relationship is challenged further by career worries and complicated by the arrival of their wives from the US.
Reilly and Coogan not only play the comics they become the comics and their reenactment of the most well loved of Laurel & Hardy set pieces have to be seen to be believed. They are just THAT good a modern day audience lapped them up with the gusto of their 1930 counterparts.
Having said all this, it is the chemistry between Reilly and Coogan that makes the film work so well. They capture a genuine and often poignant affection that was held between the two men and their scenes together, especially those after Hardy is taken ill have a resonance and power all of their own.
I never stopped crying for the entirety of the last third of the film.
Wisely, halfway through the story brings the comics' wives into play and we meet the wise cracking Lucille Hardy ( Shirley Henderson ) and straight talking Russian Ida Laurel ( Nina Arianda ) both fiercely protective of their husbands. Their spiky scenes together provide a spark that complements the platonic and brotherly love affair which is essentially the story of their husband's relationship together and which is one that is portrayed with so much respect and love.
10/10

A double act of their own Henderson and Arianda)