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Bear Grylls is not like Kevin from Birstall When I checked out of the Old Golf House Hotel, I said to the receptionist that I had enjoyed my short stay. I also confided in her that I had been anxious about my booking because of negative reviews I had later read on TripAdvisor. I promised to leave a pretty good review. One of the harsh critics of the hotel had referred to "homeless people" staying  there. I wondered what that was all about. At breakfast, I got some answers from one of  those guests. The fellow's name was Kevin and he was around fifty years old. He was short and thin with what I can only describe as a weaselly appearance. With some gentle coaxing I got to know quite a lot about him. About his broken home, his violent father, his lack of educational achievement, his old drug habits, his run-ins with the police. Memorably he also told me that he had lived in a tent in some woods  for the best part of ten years. There was winter cold to contend with, sle...

  Where as  Monday was all London and glitz and ABBA, Yesterday and Today is all Trelawnyd and country and home. The catch up sub committee meeting of the TCA took up most of Wednesday  night  Chairman farmer Med is worried about the Upcoming TB testing of his cattle  It’s a big problem locally. I did shopping for Trendy Carol who has covid yesterday   She answered the door in a mask and something ethereal and a bit flowing  Mandy & Sailor John lost Mandy’s mum, who had been poorly for a long time , so I took spring primulas around with a card  Over 16 years Mandy and I have supported each other with flowers  I went to the village shop to buy a couple of gins and caught the velvet Voiced Linda doing the same  We giggled like schoolgirls . I’ve just been threatened on line by email by a troll which has been an incredibly stupid thing to do given my blog history  I hope things will now settle down properly ...

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  My bedroom is now sorted. The bare old floorboards, all of different widths that echo their age have now been washed clean and as the morning sun flows into the room , they are almost dry. I always think my bedroom feels like a little boy’s room. It’s tucked up in the eaves, and feels cosy because of that. And it warms quickly when the sun shines down from the South.  Mary knows this, and has sneaked onto her favourite sunny corners of the bed. She sighs loudly . I climb onto the bed to write today’s blog and fall asleep within minutes, only pressing the publish button after stirring at dogs barking from the kitchen  from Going Gently https://ift.tt/GJVCgek