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What's All This Then

Get a good grip of your chopper

whats all this then?"  This was my postman's comment to the amount of card post leaving his hand yesterday.  He was handing the 'bundle " through the open window much to the disgust of Mary who was lying in wait by the letterbox , ready to pull anything through  with gleeful and overacting malice . " Its a competition " I informed him vaguely , " Though I'm a bit short on the smutty and gay entries!" Even though I am slightly short on the smutty and gay entries, I only said it for dramatic effect The postman nodded, unsure on what to say next.  He's not a bag of laughs at the best of times...  

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
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

More

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