wispcat 15 September 2009
In the fortnight that I have been away the G has faded to a skinny little wisp of a cat. She is nibbling at food and drinking some water and is bright eyed and complainy so there’s clearly nothing ‘wrong’ with her EXCEPT that she is getting totally doddery and old – shaky on the pins and fading away. I am beginning to wonder if we’ll get till the end of the year out of her (hope so, obviously!!)
Jittery, jumpy day today and a bit wrecked tired too (fell asleep on the plane and probably dribbled a bit while I was at it) – Himself is much the same, so it seems our blow out weekend is catching up with us – again I feel it a dose of the Seniors following us around, as well as the G…EEEK! I even resorted to a hot chocolate by way of comfort – again, it felt an elderly moment…though yummy so feck off the elderlies.
I am happy to report that the cat has clung on to the chair – the Mammy says it was no contest, really, and that the G was the clear winner from Day 1.
It’s the more modern and totally ugly wall at the back of the garden that has collapsed so I could care less about it as I really did hate it (and most of what was growing against it too). Top opportunity to change everything back there now – though where I will get the time for that is beyond me (and I will want to do it myself for that extra sense of satisfaction and achievement)
Must write like a thing/writer POSSESSED tomorrow to make up for general ennui in that department of late. Crikey, it never (bleedin’) ends….
church 14 September 2009
I hear from a lovely young friend and fan of JAM AND JERUSALEM (hi katie) that the beautiful church in North Tawton has been horribly vandalised. I am appalled on a number of levels – it really is a lovely place of worship (and for those of you who don’t know it check out the series cos it is central) AND it is hard to compute that such a horrible thing could happen in that lovely town. I’m sure it ain’t perfect but my experience of it is that it is a gentle place where all are welcome and safe. For what it’s worth, that church is where the poet laureate Ted Hughes was given his send off and where Seamas Heaney read Dylan Thomas’s DO NOT GO GENTLY INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT for him, as requested. Why would anyone bother to wreck a wondrous place? I am not a religious woman, in as much as practising a Faith, but I have often found churches places of solace and some sanctuary, no matter what tradition they might represent – and surely we must at least show respect to each other’s beliefs and places of worship, elsewise has history taught us nothing? I know, I know, it hasn’t much but even if, exponentially, things improve a little with each generation we can surely have hope…
church 14 September 2009
I hear from a lovely young friend and fan of JAM AND JERUSALEM (hi katie) that the beautiful church in North Tawton has been horribly vandalised. I am appalled on a number of levels – it really is a lovely place of worship (and for those of you who don’t know it check out the series cos it is central) AND it is hard to compute that such a horrible thing could happen in that lovely town. I’m sure it ain’t perfect but my experience of it is that it is a gentle place where all are welcome and safe. For what it’s worth, that church is where the poet laureate Ted Hughes was given his send off and where Seamas Heaney read Dylan Thomas’s DO NOT GO GENTLY INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT for him, as requested. Why would anyone bother to wreck a wondrous place? I am not a religious woman, in as much as practising a Faith, but I have often found churches places of solace and some sanctuary, no matter what tradition they might represent – and surely we must at least show respect to each other’s beliefs and places of worship, elsewise has history taught us nothing? I know, I know, it hasn’t much but even if, exponentially, things improve a little with each generation we can surely have hope…
hotel mouse 14 September 2009
I imported the Husband to Manchester for the weekend and great fun he is to have around. Well, I got one great day out of him then he did his knee in (it ‘goes out’ regularly, unlike his poor wife) and so he had every excuse not to tramp the streets with me. Worked out fine (most certainly for him, as he has admitted) because he rested/recouperated in front of the tv watching football, a Grand Prix, golf and tennis. In fairness to the man, he did manage to struggle downstairs for breakfast (which his wife eschewed in favour of an hour and a bit in the hotel gym…hmmm…) and he manfully hobbled from the bed to the mini bar on several occasions to partake of the juices, crisps, nuts and chocolate there. His wife went shopping so as not to make noise or be in is sporting way and she made him jasmine tea when required. He has a hard life but is brave in the face of it…Oh, hang on, he is reminding me that he studied Russian yesterday too – what a guy!
city 12 September 2009
Okay OKAY it’s not like I have taken a lover but today I went to see some top teams play football but neither was my beloved Aston Villa…As I am working in Manchester I am a bit spoiled for choice and today I went to City v Arsenal. Such a treat. First half poor enough but then a goal-fest. The ref was fantastic and played some great advantages that kept play fluid – early on he stopped body checking and so on with cards (quire harsh but effective) and so the game was unhampered by an ego foisting itself on it. I see the games as a whole and don’t follow particular or individual players so I am a bit abstract for the game. Rich fills in the details. But we were agreed that both teams cancelled one another out during the first half, then Arsenal dominated the beginning of the 2nd half but a short period of glory for City led to a formidable lead and that proved to be ‘that’. City ain’t giant killers on today’s display though and the score flattered them a tad…Totally fab day out and I am hooked all over again on the live game.
in Dublin, the G appears to have won Battle of the Chair…
manchester 11 September 2009
I made an executive decision to spend the weekend in Manchester because I am sick and tired of the travelling and have a week of such discord coming up with London, Dublin, Belfast and Manchester factored in and I am filming on Monday and I never see any of the city as I get into a car, am brought to the studio, work, am taken home again and stay where I am till I am picked up for work again in the morning and cycle begins again. SO I am importing the lovely young man I am married to and we will go see Manchester City versus Arsenal tomorrow afternoon, eat and drink well and knock about in general. I haven’t been to a live football game in AGES and really hope this will be a good one (I am too excited to be going for my own good and fear an anti-climax…)
In other news, I texted my mother the news that her favourite chair is now the G’s and got not a sausage in reply, so I imagine the power struggle is in full swing at the Dublin pile – I do not underestimate either of the protagonists in that Titan struggle and therefore will not predict an outcome. Richard is on his way there and I neglected to warn him of the carnage that awaits him…
I swung my knockers at the guru of sound today (Dave Hall) and asked ‘can you HEAR that?!?!’ and he said (without hesitation) ‘ferrets’
boobs 10 September 2009
I wore an unforgiving kinda frock today (busy pattern but clings to the bod = swings and roundabouts) and me little pot belly was still in evidence (urgh) but it was the fact that I had to wear a radio mike that proved interesting…nothing to hook it onto, we thought, under the garment as I had tights on but no knickers (sorry but we all know about my bowel movements of late so it seems coy not to admit what I just admitted in light of that). We tried lashing it to my leg but the mike battery pack kept going south and trying to appear in the scene. Eventually I got a mini tx (yup, that’s what the smaller yoke was called) and it was attached to the upper ledge/waist of the hosiery = result. But only also after the tiny mike was moved hither and yon on my chest because apparently me boobs moved as I walked and interfered with it (they are real and tend to do that) and it became known that my tits sounded like a bag of ferrets moving around…(those words were never uttered by the Sound Department but it’s what I took their explanations to mean) Made me curiously proud of those old puppies (I know, I know, this is where I say ‘and me tits weren’t bad either’ and then ‘do you see? do you see what I did there??!’)
SIGH
Bed now…early start tomorrow…as per…
pooped? 9 September 2009
My thanks to all who have given (great) suggestions on how I might improve my movements. As it happens, me trying to keep my tummy without bulge came a cropper only today when I noticed (late enough) that the ‘getting me kit off’, but no denying it was so not the day I thought ‘ah yeah, wouldn’t mind anyone seeing this’ – ah well. And David Threlfall was a joy to be with for it (my first time…on tv…) and most kind, so many thanks to him for being brilliant. Anyhow what I am more interested in is the keeping of regularity in a life…so will try all of your suggestions – heading the list are prunes and Guinness, though I rather think it would be tasty to have both together (while ensuring I am close to a Ladies…) Dear Lord, I realise we are talking about my intimate bowel movements on this site now – I am in no way proud, trust me…
vintage 8 September 2009
Had one of those great days today – finished ahead of everyone else and had the good fortune of shopping for a costume in the city (Manchester) with the love Jo who designs all that is SHAMELESS clothageswsie – fab day no matter what, let alone that it was work! There are fantabulous vintage shops in what’s now called the Northern Quarter and I cannot wait to get back to them properly at the weekend – am treating myself and the Hub to a sojurn here then as fed up travelling and MAYBE those football tickets I bought actually exist. I bought something of course though I didn’t intend to and all I can say is I better not put on any weight ever again if it’s to continue to fit me – which brings me to my main question of the day…I eat a lot of chicken at the moment and seem to remember reading somewhere that it’s not good to eat it every day as it tends to ‘stick around’ in the digestive system – is this true? also any tips on something to keep it all TOTALLY MOVING OUT of said system – preferably not tablets as who knows what’s in them and bear in mind that fresh figs (only ones I like of the fig family) are often hard to get…I thank you in advance for your help (you will be making an old lady veh veh happy if you give me good info -oh come on, give a little you know you want to…)
tussle 7 September 2009
I hear the Mammy has a comfy chair she can bring with her next time she is on cat minding duties – though she has not yet confirmed this, I hear it through Richard who heard it from my sis in law who he met by accident on a street in my hometown while on a flying visit (yup complicated and perhaps not to be trusted) – but she may prefer the one that the G cat LURVS now. I’m scared…
Back in the hotel now that I stay in while in Manchester and have watched the second part of the WAKING THE DEAD I was following so am now fairly wide awake as a result…oh dear…earlier in the day I was wrecked tired as I just went about my business but after a little leisure time enjoying a show I love I am ruined for sleep…
6 am (which is when I have to get up in the morning) is only a wink away and I will regret my viewing pleasure – fact