R's rue

Some blogs endure and some fall by the wayside as the art form known as "blogging" advances through the years. Recognition is important in any industry and The Laughing Horse Blogging Awards have become something of  a highlight as each blogging year draws to a close. Even as I write these words, The Awards Committee are in a huddle, debating sub-awards and commendations as well as fixing on the blog that will  take the ultimate prize - "Blogger of the Year for 2021". To refresh your memory, here's a list of past winners:- 2008 – Arthur Clewley for “Arthur Clewley” 2009 – Daphne Franks for “My Dad’s a Communist” 2010 – John Gray for “Going Gently” 2011 – Ian Rhodes for “Shooting Parrots” 2012 – Kate Steeds for "The Last Visible Dog" 2013 – Tom Gowans for “A Hippo on the Lawn” 2014 – Meike Riley for “From My Mental Library” 2015 – Lee George for “Kitchen Connection” 2016 – Steve Reed for “Shadows and Light” 2017 - Keith Kline f...

 I was walking back to my car when I heard a sing song Welsh voice say “ Hello John!” behind me. A woman pushing an expensive looking baby buggy had just crossed the road . She looked familiar but I didn’t know who it was at first. Initially, I thought she was a relative of a hospice patient, but I wasn’t sure She was, in fact,  my divorce solicitor . I hadn’t seen her for over two years. She asked me how I was and I confirmed that I was fine, working full time and doing ok “ How are your dogs ?” She asked “ The Scottie who was so poorly? “  I thought it strange that she had remembered George so well and I updated her briefly whilst keeping things light “ Do you know that you worried me more than any other of my clients have ever done ” she admitted, suddenly serious  and I laughed nervously and asked her why that was “ You were so crushed when I first met you “ she said.   “all you were worried about was keeping all those dogs safe at...

  I didn’t want to sit and read a book I wanted some breeze on my face  I wanted to see people. I took myself off to the Mostyn Gallery which was holding an exhibition called The Ultimate Kiss by Jacqueline de Jong.  I’m not a fan of avant-garde and so  DeJong’s early work depicting erotic and violent scenes with hybrid monsters did bother me. But her later pop art work with its cheerful , jolly colours was eye catching, even to an art dunce like me. I preferred the first one above, a more traditional piece….a self portrait. I mooched around Waterstones and bought Alan Cummings’ autobiography then walked to the pier to buy a coffee, so I could sit and watch the world go by. The light started to change and the temperature had started to drop when I walked back to Trinity Square. strangely I bumped into my divorce solicitor coming out of her sister office there. We had an odd conversation that I will share tomorrow  I bought pull...

 As the year closes out I remember These things Expectations Are deceiving And reality May be better Than you think May the new year Bring new perspective And a spring In step from R's rue https://ift.tt/3FGiEFL

 I’m at a loss of what to do today. There is nothing interesting at any of the cinemas I usually go to. Stage wise Oliver Twist is on in Chester’s Storyhouse  but the tickets are a bit too expensive and I’m not enamoured   enough  to buy a ticket and drive the fifty mile round trip on such a grotty blustery day. At Theatr Clwyd I see there are just Welsh kids’ stuff on offer and everything else seems shut. I’ve walked the dogs, drank coffee and listened to radio 4  I’m going to get in Bluebell and go somewhere I’ll post the photos later from Going Gently https://ift.tt/3ey0f21