A visitor

Yes, folks, it's me, Paddy and my pal Jake is visiting for a few days. 

On Wednesday night, I slept upstairs on the landing, as usual and Jake slept downstairs in his own bed, as he has before. Sometime during the night, I heard him moving around, so I went down to see what was going on. Would you believe it, he'd only had, not one, but several little 'accidents' around the dining room!

"Oh boy!" I said, "You're on your own with this one, pal!"

And I crept back upstairs back to my own bed. No-one's going to put this one on me!

Finishing things

Just got this from TK this morning but really, it could have been written by Keith! Chocolates, cheesecake, Pringles - yes definitely some of his favourite things!

Here’s a solution for so many things.  I am passing this on to you because most likely, we would welcome a bit more inner peace in our lives!

A doctor on TV this morning said the way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the  things you have started.  I looked around my house to see things I'd started and hadn't finished.

I have managed to finish off a bottle of Merlot, a bottle of Chardonnay, a bodle of Baileys, a butle of wum, a pockage of Prungles, tha mainder of bot Prozic and  Valiuminun scriptins, the res of the chesescke an a box a chocletz.

Yu haf no idr how bludy fablus I feel rite now.  Plaese sned dhis orn to dem yu fee ar in ned ov iennr pisss.

Out with the grumps

This morning is grey and overcast and now starting to rain, but Paddy and I were out on our walk before that. I will be charitable and assume that the change in the weather has been responsible for the dourness of most people we met this morning. Out of nine people or pairs of people, almost all walking their dogs, just like me, a mere three returned my 'Good morning.' 

Several totally ignored me, one, whom I passed twice, just glared at me, but the last was the best. A young woman came out of a field onto the lane just ahead of me with a large, docile dog, who took no notice of Paddy, nor, surprisingly, Paddy of him. As she glanced at me blankly and then turned to go up the lane, three feet ahead, I said,

"Well, it's not often Paddy doesn't react at all to other dogs."

To which the woman replied....

Nothing, nowt, nada, zilch and continued on her way, leaving me wondering, not for the first time this morning, why I bother.

I'm not a sad, lonely person desperate to get someone, anyone talking to me, but having lived for years on the outskirts of cities, where it was the norm to ignore anyone you passed, I've got to like the way that, round here, it's customary to pass the time of day.It costs nothing and it's good for us.

Today, I must have been out with all the grumps.

The marriage

So here it is at last, Charles Ernest's marriage certificate and I can see from it that the John Perkins whose family I have been researching lately is indeed the correct one. Trust me, I am on familiar, first name, neighbourly chatting terms with pretty well every John Perkins who has walked this land over the last two hundred years! Next step will be the arrival in about a week of John Perkins' marriage certificate. From the free BMD (births, marriages, deaths) Index, I have narrowed his wife's maiden name down to two possibilities, neither of which put her into 'baronet's daughter' category but, never mind, it's all good fun and quite fascinating.

(I wonder if BBC's 'Heir Hunters' programme would give me a job? 

Cymraig

Today was my first Welsh class, from 8,30 till 10.30am, just nice, as it doesn't break up the day and I feel as if I have done something worthwhile before my first coffee of the day. (We'll gloss over the fact that Keith persuaded me it was in a totally different place to where it actually was, so I was 20 minutes late getting there.)

The other seven people on the course are workers, so it's even more satisfying that I get to go home at the end, whilst they have to rush back to work, but then, they get it paid for and I have to shell out myself, although it is still a good deal. It is an accredited course and you can continue with further levels over six years in total, by which time, I imagine, you could be a worthy candidate for the Eisteddfod.

So, look out for my first post in faultless welsh, folks!

Just don't hold your breath...

Noswaith dda.

(Now I wonder if Paddy will respond any better to commands given in welsh? Yes, OK, ridiculous thought.)

So disappointed!

Having waiting patiently for three whole weeks for the birth certificate of my great grandfather, Charles Ernest Perkins, I got an email yesterday afternoon telling me that they couldn't find one. So that would be why I didn't get anything in the post yesterday then.! So then I went into total disbelief mode and spent half an hour searching through the Free Index of births in an effort to prove them wrong, which I didn't, of course.
Next step was to order his marriage certificate, which should have the name of his father, who is the person I am really trying to track down.
Charles Ernest married a lady from Portland, called Rebecca Sansom Lowman and I know exactly where and when they married, so tracking down the certificate will not take as long this time. However, if his father really did run off with a baronet's daughter, it is quite likely that they didn't actually marry, so I could be up against a brick wall once again.
Well, it keeps me out of mischief, I guess!

An autumn walk

Today being sunny and promising to stay that way for a couple of hours, I decided Paddy and I should put our best foot (paws) forward and high-tail it up to Coedpoeth, a round trip of about five miles. 

'Up' to Coedpoeth is an accurate description of the walk and walking along the narrow pavement beside the high street once we get there is no picnic with Paddy in tow, but we still enjoyed it, although on the way back, Paddy did turn to me with an expression that said, "We have to walk all the way back? YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS, MAN!"

"Don't worry," I told him, "It's downhill on the way back."

Back home, he is lying there like a coiled spring, ready for action...