I just thought that there may be a few people out there who would wish to know that old Molly, sister to Boss, has now joined him in that sniffy doggy heaven. She turned up her paws 0n the 5th June, just a month short of her 16th Birthday. That’s all really, there wasn’t a wake!
A postscript to my last ‘Rant’ I was a little confused by the technology and only managed to post the title; ‘Rubbish or Treasure’ so read across to where it says ‘about rubbish or treasure, click on and read on!
It’s been a while since my last ‘communication’ Why? basically I’ve run out of rant material, so I thought that I would just let you (whoever ‘you’ is or are, if you see what I mean) know that I’m still here, and that with no call for the new poet laureate post (see last ‘rant’) I won’t be penning anymore odes for a while!
Of course when I say that I’ve run out of rant material, that’s not strictly true, as I’ve just remembered that my mower has broken down again, the weather has not yet turned into the barbeque summer the met office promised, I haven’t lost an ounce of weight since I’ve been killing myself at the gym twice a week, the otter seems to be back at the lake eating the few remaining fish we have, I still have tons of gravel surplus to requirement and nowhere to put it, I’ve just been told that I should get off the computer as we are going out and we’re half an hour late and I’ve yet to have a shower, shave, and make myself beautiful. Jolly good, back to normal, plenty of ranting material there and I wasn’t even trying!!!!
Spring is sprung, the grass is ris
I wonder where dem birdies is
Dem birds they be on the wing
But that’s absurd, cos the wing is on the bird
Spring is sprung the grass is ris
I wonder where dem tourists is
Dem tourists they be on their way
To Talbenny for a stay
Spring is sprung the grass is ris
I wonder if the sun comes out
Of course it does, though not yet hot
Everyone knows this is the spot
Spring is sprung the grass is ris
I wonder where dem tourists is
Dem tourists they all shout and call
Let’s have a break at Talbenny Hall!
Following my last miserable missive, I feel I should let you all know that life here in Talbenny can be very rewarding! Look at the weather we are currently enjoying; wall to wall sunshine and it’s still only mid March, Daf’s are blooming and so are the flowers! The great Welsh wall builder; PJ (that’s not to say that there is a Great Wall of Wales, just that there is a builder of walls who’s quite good at building walls and he is Welsh) anyway he’s just finished building us another load of wall, with a little help from his young apprentice, who is six foot five inches tall and knocking on forty……..kids!!!!!!!!! Visitors to the cottages are going to be thrilled when they see the architectural delight created, or else!
Part of the the new landscaping scheme has required a load of gravel. Have you ever tried to assess how much you need to cover a certain area. I didn’t need to measure , I’m far too experienced and can do it by eye? So I had 16 tons delivered! ……. Anyone want 6 tons of gravel surplus to requirement? It would help us to park our cars on the drive!
Another happy note, the fish are back in our lake. No they haven’t been away on holiday, it’s just that we had about 1000 fish until about 2 years ago when an otter turned up and thought he’d found his equivalent of Ceri’s cafe in the village, and scoffed the lot (we thought ) Obviously when he was down to having to chase the last few tiddlers he was off to pastures (or ponds) new. Well the good news is that those few tiddlers are now growing up and doing what lady and gentlemen fish do in the privacy of there own lake, and having more tiddlers!
So there you are life ain’t so bad here in Talbenny, lets hope that things are even better next Saturday evening………………..COME ON WALES
They’re at it again, those nameless, faceless grey people who have decided that ‘they’ know what’s best for us mere mortals. Just as I’ve trained my little body to accept the occasional glass or two of red wine (’they’ said I would live longer and healthier!) ’they’ now say it will kill us. The Scots, who are not known for any particular alcohol over- indulgence, nor even have any national related alcoholic beverage to boast of, are now having an extra tax imposed to deter them from buying too much booze. Britain already has the highest tax on alcohol in the Universe and beyond, so what’s that going to do, fund the ever growing ‘Department for the Prevention of Playing Conkers without full body armour’?
Now I don’t smoke and I don’t want to, but tobacco is a huge source of tax revenue. So when ‘they’ decide that you can’t smoke in the privacy of your own carzey because of the smell, from where are ‘they’ going to finance that ever expanding organisation of ‘Language and Culture control’ a tax on the freedom of speech?…………..HEAVY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know it’s nothing new but, everywhere you go people are hugging those strange water bottles. The ones that no water comes out unless you are a fitness fanatic, and wear joggers, angry trainers? pouffy head bands, and even little ones round your wrists. You’ve seen these freaks, holding the front of their ankle and trying to wedge their heel up their bums. Is that before or after they’ve belted their heart rate up to where it’s trying to escape through their ears? Of course there’s no chance of that as they inevitably have one of those blackberry bushes stuffed there! Then there’s that colour, is purple the new sun tan? I prefer the golden brown I achieve here in Talbenny during a normal summer. What about all that wobbling about after a few minutes on those moving pavements. You don’t see that at the airports. I thought they were supposed to make walking easier not dangerous! It’s all very strange. Yes you’ve guessed it I’ve joined a gym!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well the ‘bumhug’ season is nearly over, thank goodness! The last cottage guests are about to make their final liver onslaught of 2008 and no doubt so will we. All this celebration; Christmas, New Year, all the parties leading up to and then during, and for some wind down parties or burn the christmas tree bash. When is all this going on? at the most plague ridden, snotty time of the year, that’s when! If you’re not ill you soon will be; ‘Oooooh give us a kiss, it’s Christmas, you won’t catch my cold I’m past the contagious stage - Aaaaatchooo!!!!!! – Oh let me wipe that off your shirt’ Charming!!! Inevitably you will have been to someone’s house over the Christmas period and eaten something they’ve prepared whilst they were suffering from a wide range of miserable winter diseases, anxious that you should share their coughing, and phlegmy discomfort; ‘Obe doobe ab adubber mindse bie, I mabe dem byselbe’ The best of course is when virtually everyone has gone down with this mysteriously rampant illness, and we’re all lying about wrapped in sweaters, scarves and blankets in front of big roaring fires feeling sorry for ourselves, and drinking Lemsips by the gallon and chewing aspirins or paracetamol by the box, when the only one who has not had, or has recovered from this near death ailment, bounces in and says something like; ‘Come on you lazy gits, it’s a lovely, fresh and sunny day let’s go for a walk on Marloes beach’ What an absolute prat(e)!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh yes, Happy New Year!
I know you’re supposed to keep your blog up to date, but I’ve not felt the need to get upset about anything lately, no rants in the offing at all, and anyway I’ve been busy decorating……. Now there’s a rant in the making if ever there was one, but I haven’t really the time to go off on one at the moment, what with Christmas just round the corner UH OH! careful…… Well according to TV advertising Christmas starts around mid July…. There’s another, TV advertising, and most other product advertising whatever the media! All that stuff to make you burp, fart and be regular, and not suffer from constipation, it’s a wonder that they don’t offer free heated toilet seats with all those aides de toilet? It’s not just advertising though, what about this recession? Perhaps if we weren’t told about it so much on the TV and radio and in the news papers, it just might not be so bad. Only this morning we hear that M & S are having a 20% off sale. The newscaster then tells us that we won’t want to go to this sale because with the chance of deflation things may be cheaper next year anyway! ‘May be cheaper’ That’s not news, that’s speculation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ‘Here’s the 9 o’clock Speculation’ on the BBC. I can’t go on
So has anything really bothered me since I last blogged or even ranted, no I don’t think so, but rest assured if anything should get up my nose you’ll be the first to hear it!
