See the previous blog entry to understand this one
Some fantastic entries
Just to clarify it doesn't have to be your own art collection
Sea Pinks In The Dunes
I'm late blogging today.
I've been in the garden cutting down buddliea and clearing the dead wood from the borders and even with gloves on my hands are tingling with the stings of nettles
Polish Monika and her chatty daughter called past and I lifted up the little girl up so she could see the dogs over the kitchen wall
I've only just thought that I shouldn't have picked her up without permission .
Humm a debate for another time I guess
With the days drawing in and because there seems to be a sharpness in the air, I thought it nice to pose a hopefully stimulating and bright competition
To brighten the rapidly approaching Winter nights!
So,although it's a fickle subject and open to so many changes of mind, I thought I would pose this question
What is your favourite bit of art----today?
You can send me a photo of the art piece and perhaps a few words saying why you like it so much
Send to me at jgsheffield@hotmail.com
My favourite piece is a original print by Fiona Calver
" Sea Pinks in the Dunes "
I like it because it feels Gently Art Deco in design and colour
It really
pleases me
so what pleases you?
I've been in the garden cutting down buddliea and clearing the dead wood from the borders and even with gloves on my hands are tingling with the stings of nettles
Polish Monika and her chatty daughter called past and I lifted up the little girl up so she could see the dogs over the kitchen wall
I've only just thought that I shouldn't have picked her up without permission .
Humm a debate for another time I guess
With the days drawing in and because there seems to be a sharpness in the air, I thought it nice to pose a hopefully stimulating and bright competition
To brighten the rapidly approaching Winter nights!
So,although it's a fickle subject and open to so many changes of mind, I thought I would pose this question
What is your favourite bit of art----today?
You can send me a photo of the art piece and perhaps a few words saying why you like it so much
Send to me at jgsheffield@hotmail.com
My favourite piece is a original print by Fiona Calver
" Sea Pinks in the Dunes "
I like it because it feels Gently Art Deco in design and colour
It really
pleases me
so what pleases you?
Dribble
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| Heulwen and Hattie |
I dribbled over myself in choir tonight!
It was all Jamie's fault!
During rehearsal of one of the more upbeat numbers, he started to suggest that we move and sing together .
I don't do singing AND moving together so I frantically looked at the tenors for some sort of support
Now Heulwen and Hattie know my co ordination fears when it comes to the African songs and both flashed me a supportive smile back
I pulled a face back and promptly dribbled down my polo shirt !
DRIBBLED!!!!!!!!
I'm 57 not fucking 4!!!!
Luckily only Hattie noticed and she and I spent most of the next song giggling like schoolboys
Our supporting performance at The Rivers' concert is still on for Saturday night at our own village Hall. I have offered to put one of the choir up for the night!
I warned Jamie they must be able to cope with hysterical bulldogs, a needy Welsh terrier and a cat with attitude
His usually affable 1940s RAF face looked a tad worried
He's put me on the reserve list!
A Dysfunctional Family That Works
The dove house at Gop Farm just West of the village
Things change
Its the way of the world.
I had this epiphany when I was reading the Trelawnyd & Gwaenysgor Community Council Newsletter this morning and mused about things as I scraped mushed avocado from the front of my least favourite walking Dead T shirt
As I see it, the village hierarchy has changed over the years.
A strong family of matriarchs and an incredibly strong willed patriarch have made way for a more eclectic group of people who now populate the community council and the newer and more dynamic Community Association.
The council now has two women members! and has the unenviable and most boring remit, constrained by process and policy, of working within Council rules.
I do miss being on the council when The Red Faced Welsh Farmer was a member as his rants and conspiracy theories relating to perceived in house shenanigans always proved to be incredibly entertaining interludes from the stuffiness of official chit chat!
The new Community Association has communicated it's pitch just right I think, as it is relaxed and good natured group who likes to have fun.
This year's successes include the huge Carnival. Social Nights at the Hall, The resurrected Flower Show and the bouncing and very healthy youth club and coffee mornings.
A credit to the association's cool-as-a-cucumber chair, Ian P!
The village Women's Institute is doing well as is the art group ( who are making Christmas Decorations this Wednesday) and the Folk at the Hall (http://www.therecordjournal.co.uk/) is going from strength to strength with the dynamic Kelda at the helm
The Male Voice Choir (http://www.trelawnydmalevoicechoir) is still hanging on despite lower numbers in their ranks whilst the school seems to be as busy as ever!
is this surprising given the fact we all moan that we are all too busy to do anything!
However some changes are sadder than others to adjust to. The future of the Church with its small but incredibly loyal congregation is in the balance now that the vicar has retired, which worrying and
the chapel on London road has now been sold and will be made into a family home.
I had a conversation with a friend while on holiday about the need of being a part of something bigger.
He wanted to organise some sort of urban allotment group or a street party meal in order to get like minded people together and I remember chatting about things I feel a part of
family and friends are a given, as are, ( for me) my work team, Samaritans and Choir.
But being a part of a village is unique
as Mrs Trellis once explained and I quote
" The village is a dysfunctional family that actually works"
Fighting The Dead
In a rather mediocre episode we had one highlight
Judith fighting alongside her mother to save Hilltop
Judith fighting alongside her mother to save Hilltop
Ticking My Box
On paper my divorce may be finalised before Christmas, I've been contacting my mediator
this morning
The only link that will remain between my ex husband and I will be my friendship with his nephew Leo.
an odd friendship which centres around geeky tv and film reviews
Its his birthday in a few weeks or so
I've already had his birthday list sent to me this morning!
That tickled me.
It's a good job I'm pretty good with remembering dates and birthdays!
Dotty woke me up this morning at 7.20am
When the dawn hits, she wakes up and very slowly starts to perform CPR on my chest in a determined effort to rouse me.
She's small but is built like Miriam Margolyes and so even a few minutes lie in would be impossible.
I was walking the dogs down the railway track shortly after 7.30am
Since breakfast at 8.30 am I've been sat with a bucket of coffee at the kitchen table organising my calendar. I am off work for a week and divorce needs chasing up, bills need to be paid and pre Christmas meets have to be sorted with friends.
I'm juggling shifts at the hospice, mindful that I am now working all over Christmas.
I was talking to my friend Nige yesterday who gets irritated by the married middle classes
He's single and feels singletons' struggles to having to sort things out by themselves are never really acknowledged by anyone.
I see his point
So says I.. busily texting the sexy bearded dog walker to see if he can take the girls over night in December so that I can see Nuala then Sitges John in London and the Sheffield lot before Crimbo!
Life is a juggling act for all of us for sure
but being single does underline that you have to rely on yourself for the everyday things.
Having said this I have to acknowledge help when it comes
Trendy Carol and her hubby have been stars where the dogs have been concerned and this weekend I was happy at delivering a small hamper of goodies for both of them to enjoy.
A small thank you for the score of evenings when Winnie has trashed their trendy space age conservatory scatter cushions.
BING! sexy bearded dog walker has just messaged with a YES he can take the girls overnight in December and BONG the mediator has just emailed saying she will chase things up today....
It's 10.27 am and I so need my second bucket of coffee.
There are more empty boxes than ticked ones on my to do list
BING!!!! the water board has just texted and wants to come to sort my meter out...BING!!! gorgeous Dave can play badminton this week!!!
BING!!!!!! the botoxed and lovely Halifax building society Lianne wants to know what the delay is with my mortgage paperwork!
Thank Goodness I now have some time to tick some of these boxes
A Ghost
facebook!
Last night I recieved a message from a man I didn't know
It was a I'm sorry to bother you message
It went on ......did I know a Mathew H?
He thought I did
I have some news for you
The message concluded
Mathew died of cancer last week
He was 61
I did know Mathew.
Briefly we were lovers in York, when I was a psychiatric nurse
He was older than I and had a girlfriend at the time
He was a senior staff nurse on my first rehab ward and
He was my first love that was never talked about....ever!
Mathew's husband messaged me
He asked politely if we had kept in touch
I told him honestly ...no
He asked me for a memory....
And I was careful in my reply
Last night I recieved a message from a man I didn't know
It was a I'm sorry to bother you message
It went on ......did I know a Mathew H?
He thought I did
I have some news for you
The message concluded
Mathew died of cancer last week
He was 61
I did know Mathew.
Briefly we were lovers in York, when I was a psychiatric nurse
He was older than I and had a girlfriend at the time
He was a senior staff nurse on my first rehab ward and
He was my first love that was never talked about....ever!
Mathew's husband messaged me
He asked politely if we had kept in touch
I told him honestly ...no
He asked me for a memory....
And I was careful in my reply
My memory was of Mathew and I singing to this in The-Hole-In -The-Wall
Pub
1988!
Mathew had been with his husband for 29 yearsBechod
I'd arranged to meet some friends in Conwy today for drinks and a troll through the food and music festival set up on it's pretty quayside. Alas the weather and sickness has beaten us and we've had to re schedule.
This afternoon I took Dorothy to a busy cafe to get her used to hustle and bustle
And she behaved wonderfully.
The weather is atrocious
I found Albert hiding away in my bed
Bechod
It has several meanings
" ah bless!"
Is just one
Les Miserables Boyo missus!!!!!!
Do you hear the people sing?
A few miles East of Trelawnyd is the pretty market town of Mold.( Welsh name yr Wyddgrug)
It's an important place for me as it's the home of Theatr Clwyd
My nearest cultural centre and location of the only real art house cinema in the North Of Wales
Last night my sister and I went to see the Theatre Clwyd production of The Mold Riots which is a community based dramatisation of the 1869 riot where the Welsh town folk rebelled against the jailing of seven Welsh miners who had been involved in a scuffle with their English mine owner who had banned Welsh speaking underground and who favoured the handful of English miners under his employ.
One day more
In the riot two miners and two local women were killed and with a cast of four professional actors and nearly 100 local people playing the Mold residents, the whole production which was set in the Very streets that the riot took place around 150 years ago, was an energetic and at times rather moving piece of theatre.
Because of the torrential rain, last night's production took place in the Town's St Mary's Church rather than in the streets selves where the audience walked around the pews which doubled as the great unwashed local market!
It was, in all essence, a massive Welsh Version of Les Miserables!
" Sorry I don't know him!" Janet answered honestly
We had the giggles about it all on the way home.
A lovely night!
Rearranging The Furniture
The " new" armchair
I was shampooing the bulldog accident wee stains from the living room carpet when I thought I heard the letter box snap. I saw the envelope and spied a carrier bag tied to the front door knob and knew someone had popped off a gift. It was blog reader Suz and her hubby and I invited them in for coffee.
I felt awful.....awful in the fact I was wearing my grubby track suit bottoms and a t shirt with egg down the front. I looked like a homeless tramp in crocs.
The cottage however looked a bit cleaner as My new ( seconds actually) arm chair had been delivered this morning and like any gay middle aged man worth his salt , I had spent several " happy" hours re arranging my furniture
The old armchair has been relagated to a reading chair in the kitchen
Note Suz's gifts of scotch eggs on the table!
Thursday
I've worked 5 twelve and a half hour day shifts in the last 7 days
And I'm tired tonight.
I've had to sweep the flue of the wood burner as it was smoking when I lit the fire
The cottage is still full of smoke and I'm cold
I only had a four day old homemade shepherd's pie left in the fridge that and a murky pork chop
I ate the pie cold with tomato sauce still in my uniform
Winnie ate the chop
( whole)
Dotty is now licking my bare feet with a fat tongue
It's Bliss....
The cottage looks like the wreck of the Hesperus
I can't think of a blog to write today
Bed soon me thinks
I'm tired and rather angry
And I'm tired tonight.
I've had to sweep the flue of the wood burner as it was smoking when I lit the fire
The cottage is still full of smoke and I'm cold
I only had a four day old homemade shepherd's pie left in the fridge that and a murky pork chop
I ate the pie cold with tomato sauce still in my uniform
Winnie ate the chop
( whole)
Dotty is now licking my bare feet with a fat tongue
It's Bliss....
The cottage looks like the wreck of the Hesperus
I can't think of a blog to write today
Bed soon me thinks
I'm tired and rather angry
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