R's rue

We sang this new song in choir tonight and after another covid hiatus, it was wonderful to be back again singing. It was conductor Jamie’s birthday, so like a good pupil I bought him some flowers, he’s a good sort putting practice over birthday celebrations . We sang happy birthday to him and five other choristers, whose birthdays we have missed because of covid ( we sing in in harmony to an old Slovakian hymn) I could see Heulwen, getting emotional as she stood listening when it was her turn. Today has been a good day.  I finally cleared the attic cupboard and took the crap to the recycling centre. Then I popped some homemade brownies to a friend who is off work with stress and finally I cleaned Bluebell inside and out. Affable Despot Jason stopped briefly with his rambunctious dogs straining at their leads at Mrs Trellis with Blue who was walking back up the lane . Neither me or he was anyway surprised when Mrs Trellis disappeared up my drive to hide behind Bluebell u...

Olivia Colman in "The Lost Daughter" (2021) There's a lot of dross on "Netflix". On more occasions than I can calculate, I have begun watching films via "Netflix" only to give up after ten minutes or so.. Too predictable. Too amateurish. Too bloody boring. Nonetheless, having also had some really good viewing experiences courtesy of the viewing platform, I knew that it contained some gems. It was surely just a question of rooting them out - like picking over a skip filled with rubbish (American: dumpster). Rather than going straight to "Netflix" on our television, I decided to do a bit of googling - seeing if I could find a bunch of independently recommended films that might appeal to me. That's how I chased down "The Lost Daughter" (2021) and "The Master" (2012). "The Lost Daughter", directed by Maggie Gyllenhaal is set in an Italian summer and stars Olivia Colman as Leda. There are psychological un...

 In my soul In my heart In my mind Even when  I don’t think You are You are And for that A thousand thanks Are never enough Three things of gratitude The gift Lord of what you provide The yellow and blue who show me how to live The dog whose love doesn’t fail from R's rue https://ift.tt/SRfWbC0

Today I have got very little planned. After a think at the kitchen table with a bucket of coffee, I decided to clear the cupboard in my bedroom that leads up to the attic. When my little Bathroom man arrives , he will need access up there to put in an electric shower. The whole cupboard was crammed with junk. A broken Lloyd loom laundry basket, a broken lampshade, old papers and moulding eiderdown, the usual crap you hide away from sight …everything was thrown into the front garden much to the surprise of locals walking up and down the lane. In a rather dusty old suitcase I found a photocopied publication dating from 1910. I have no recollection of having it. Tucked behind the Welsh text was a translation of the this book which was described as the This is the winning Essay Submitted for the Newmarket Eisteddfod Held on the 1st August 1910 Written in welsh by R.T Williams ( pseudonym Trevor Mon) Entitled “ Newmarket, it’s Antiquity, Biography and Present History” For t...