Ladies and gentlemen, my heartfelt thanks go to Yorkshire Pudding for the inestimable honour he has bestowed upon my humble self, namely his Laughing Horse Blog Award. (Pause for hysterical laughter intermixed with sincere, emotional tears and much waving of arms.)
Mind you, my performance did lose its impact somewhat, happening, as it did, here in my living room with only Keith and Paddy as audience, so next time, I hope to be invited to whatever posh place in that there Yorkshire the ceremony occurs.
I might even wear me tiara!
Diolch yn fawr iawn!
Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
Suprise, surprise!
Today was the first for a while where the sky was bright with a hint of sunshine even and the ice and snow had completely disappeared. A good chance for a proper long walk with Paddy, I thought as I got up, but by the time I had got donwstairs, the ominous signs of a migraine were apparent.
I did drag myself out at midday for a short walk and then gave in and went off to bed for a couple of hours this afternoon.
The phone rang and I answered it groggily.
"Hi Mum," said Kathy, "Just wanted to tell you, Mark and I got married this morning."
To be fair, the idea had been mooted recently, as they had been considering it for various reasons but I hadn't expected it to be quite so soon. Still, it's their choice and I'm fine with that and wish them every happiness.
And let's face it, it's good to hear of a happy event at the end of what has been quite a traumatic year for the family. Here's hoping it paves the way for a much better year ahead.
Meanwhile, a Happy New Year to everyone visiting here.
Locksmith required - for a plane
The phone range just as I was about to get some lunch ready. I went back into the living room.
"Have you got a job?" I asked.
"Yes," said Keith, "Someone wants me to open a plane at Harwarden," he added casually, "a Piper."
And he was off. like a small boy whose Christmasses have all come at once.
He loves planes. A few hours later, he came back, like a small boy whose Christmasses have all come at once...
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