R's rue

You must remember the rewind button that was a feature of those old VHS machines. With the tape cassette inside, simply by pressing the rewind button you could power back through the videotape to get back to where you wanted to be. I have often thought  how splendid it might be if we had rewind buttons for life itself. Most certainly, I would have used my button for a good number of things. Take road accidents for example. In my life, I have been involved in five minor collisions and one nightmarish  incident where the car I was travelling in turned over at a bend on a  country lane in Perthshire, Scotland. This was at two thirty in the morning. How I clambered out of  that car unscathed I shall never know. With a rewind button I could have erased the minor collisions and saved myself a lot of connected hassle and the scary  incident in Perthshire would never have occurred. Looking back, we all say stupid or regrettable things - especially when we are young...

  The Trelawnyd Community Association of which I am now a trustee has recently taken over responsibility for our village hall, which is at risk of closing The Memorial Hall is an impressively large building for such a small village and was commissioned at the turn of the century by the deliciously handsome Michael Antonio Ralli.  Ralli, a Russian from Odessa who was the Greek Consul in Liverpool, strangely made his home in Trelawnyd with his wife Mia and knowing that many of the local men were in need of work , he commissioned a large hall, so that more men would be employed.  Ralli With fuel prices high, the Hall being a listed building and overheads as they are, the association has volunteered to take on a rather big job, but with a new committee of volunteers, we will hit the road running so to speak  One of the first events was my idea, a large noisy, good natured, alcohol fuelled Village Céilidh, a celebration of a new era  from Going Gentl...

 I’m reducing myself to the old Facebook ploy of photographing my lunch. How sad…..mind you my Thai noodles from a stall in the new Chester Market were bloody lovely, and have brightened a much dark and depressing Tuesday.. I wrote my letters and have drank coffee in the Storyhouse, this morning And all is ok with the world  from Going Gently https://ift.tt/sxl6JGT

 Smile wide For you  Are awake To seize  The day And shine Like the Shooting star You are Blessed Redeemed And chosen God’s child The inheritance Of eternity That is yours Should you Accept from R's rue https://ift.tt/1rxIv4w