WOMAN NEARLY STRANGLED IN FREAK FOREST FALL

Dear ladies and occasional gentleman, this was NEARLY the HEADLINE in our local paper after I had a SPECTACULAR FALL in the FOREST.


Ronald and I were on our way back through the FOREST with our two HAIRY little DOGS

When I suddenly found myself FLYING through the air and FACE-PLANTING down on the FOREST floor.

A SOFT landing you might think and yes it was except my KNEES landed on a HANDY THICK BRANCH that was laying across the pathway.

Ronald had a slight PANIC and SLID his arm UNDER my NECK and tried to LIFT me up half STRANGLING ME  in the process.

I DID NOT WANT TO MOVE! 

I wanted to lay there and assess the  DAMAGE,  which was difficult when someone is trying to HOICK you up by your NECK!

LEAVE ME! JUST LEAVE ME A MINUTE! I was trying to shout but it was only when hirsute Roley intervened did Ronald RELEASE my NECK.

That was THREE WEEKS AGO and my KNEES are still BLACK,  BLUE, PURPLE.

FUNNILY enough RONALD has a few BLACK and BLUE BRUISES too.

Yours Sorely

Celia

I AM NOT A NUMBER!

“IAM NOT A NUMBER!” this my dear ladies and occasional gentleman is what Ronald was crying into the WIND as he bowled around the streets of PORTMEIRION in NORTH WALES.

I caught up with him as he was purchasing a two scoop SALTED caramel ICE-CREAM but he made off behind the MERMAID with the two tails, shouting “I WON’T BE A PAWN IN YOUR GAME!”

I snatched another glimpse of his panicked face as a LARGE WHITE balloon escaped from a sticky child’s hand and floated after him across the GIANT CHESS SET.


Leaving me to have  a lovely RELAXING time wandering around the pretty ITALIANATE gardens with quirky TROMPE L’OEIL and statues. If you haven’t seen or don’t know about the television programme ‘THE PRISONER’, don’t bother to read this as the references won’t mean a thing to you.

If you ever are in Snowdonia do visit PORTMEIRION you won’t be dissappointed.

I’ll leave you now as we are going for our morning walk with the dogs on the coastal path, the scenery is STUNNING. Sparkling blue sea and glorious mountains.

Only marred by our morning argument over Ronald’s stubbornness insisting that one of the mountains is SNOWDON, when quite clearly the GIANT one BEHIND it is SNOWDON. He knew he was wrong the first morning but there was no way he can admit it.

Yours Smugly

Celia

my thanks to Tim Richmond who gave me permission to use his postcard pictures.

If you would like to see more of his pictures of PORTMEIRION http://www.timrichmondphotography.co.uk

MY BOOK DEAR LADIES AND OCCASIONAL GENTLEMAN

TELEVISION WAKE UP – D-DAY VETERANS V BBC MEANIES!

My dear ladies and occasional gentleman Ronald WOKE me at an UNGODLY HOUR this morning so that I could put the SUBTITLES on the TELEVISION so that the SOUND wouldn’t WAKE ME UP!!!

Thank you my dear friend Theresa for gifting Ronald the TV  and which he has INSTALLED in THE BEDROOM!

Yours Grumpily

Celia

P.S. AND DON’T GET ME STARTED ON THE BBC STOPPING FREE TV LICENSES FOR OVER 75’s

WE HAVE JUST CELEBRATED OUR VETERANS D-DAY – NICE WAY TO THANK THEM BBC!

THE FLIP SIDE

THE FLIP SIDE my dear ladies and occasional gentleman is this.

When your DELIGHTFUL granddaughter smooths your hair away keeping her little hands holding your face and says,

“YOU LOOK REALLY PRETTY WITH YOUR HAIR LIKE THAT GRANNY.”

The FLIP SIDE – ten minutes later,

“GRANNY WHY HAVE YOU GOT TWO CHINS?”

Here she is COMMUNING with the COWS, temporary ladder in place to prevent her JOINING them.

WRITING OR SOCK KNITTING?

WRITING OR SOCK KNITTING yes my dear ladies and occasional gentleman I’m on the horns of a dilemma, whether to WRITE or whether to KNIT SOCKS!

My dear little ghostly writer is pushing me for my next adventure but these ADORABLE SOCKS are SIREN SINGING……………KNIT ME! KNIT ME! KNIT ME!

Oh well, head down for an hour and then let me at those SOCK NEEDLES and GORGEOUS SEASCAPE YARN.

Yours Busily

Celia

PUDDING CLUB

PUDDING CLUB my dear ladies and occasional gentleman?

Yes I’m in, a whole evening of EATING nothing but PUDDINGS and drinking WINE.

I’m off to make a HOT CROSS BUN bread pudding.

Might I have acquired a PUDDING addiction?

GHOSTLY WRITING

GHOSTLY. WRITING my dear ladies and occasional gentleman well may you ask.

I’m back working with my dear ghostly writer friend on our NEXT BOOK  with the working title of:

‘ENS FER PETTIN’. Spellcheck is struggling with the DEVON DIALECT!


Yours Writingly

Celia

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