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I checked my landline answerphone yesterday .  Eight messages since New Year’s Eve  I never use the phone now except when I call Nigel .  His home phone blocks incoming calls Four silent entries, 2 spam, and one from covid help line about my fourth jab. The final message was a passive aggressive message from Mrs Davies in the village asking if I was alive or not . She said she had not seen me in months and wished me happy new year.  She’s lonely and had probably fallen out with her son again , so I harnessed Mary and called round to say hello. Luckily she was out , so I left a note saying hello and apologising for my absence stating I will work full time ( with college)  I doubt I’ll be forgiven It was cold and blustery, but the weather did us both good and we had a proper mooch around the village, something I haven’t done in a good while, not with Dorothy hating a walk near the main road. We walked around Bron Haul and I waved at Marion who s...

Ever since I beheld "Standing At The Sky's Edge" in Sheffield's Crucible Theatre, one of the songs has been echoing in my head, replaying itself like a stuck record on a turntable. The song is "Tonight The Streets Are Ours" and here's Richard Hawley singing it back in 2007... It is an odd but tender song I think and to me it's about going out on a weekend night and having fun, feeling free without the usual restraints of everyday life. In other news, our front door opened at four o'clock on Friday afternoon and  a familiar voice called out, "Hello! It's me!". The visit was most unexpected. It was our son, Ian. He had just driven up from London on a journey that had taken him almost exactly four hours. The prime reason for his visit was to be here for Phoebe's second birthday party. She will be two years old tomorrow morning and there will be a gathering in the back room of our local pub where Richard Hawley has often played h...

 Slightly less blustery today. For days you could see the white waves whipping the sea from five miles inland and Trelawnyd seemed to have hunkered down against the Gop as one dark day merged into another. I’ve started Prince Harry’s “ Spare” and minutes into it, you know you are are listening to a damaged soul, so much so that I’ve stopped reading it today. I will catch up with it in a day or so .  So it’s a non Saturday. Work later. Sleep in the afternoon. I’ve put on Classic Fm , but only very quietly.  I can still hear the wind in the graveyard trees and the tick of the kitchen clock. I had a Chinese life reading the other day  Thanks to my Friends in Korea.   Apparently my power is at its highest this year and 2023 will be a significant year all told. I have two fires which is rare and have high pride, a big gentle heart and I have a sublime white horse in my heart which means I long for an ideal work no one else will see. I like dopamine fixes...