Worth

 Tonight Gorgeous Dave and I went to see the darkly comic play Worth at the Storyhouse in Chester .

It turned out to be a rather brutal and harsh essay on a Uk/ Chinese family dynamic at a matriarch’s funeral and although not faultless it sparked a robust conversation about grief and families  on our way home 

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Charles

I was born in the year that Queen Elizabeth II was crowned and tomorrow, seventy years later, it's the turn of her oldest son, Charles. He is now seventy four years old and it is as if he has been preparing for this moment all of his life.

Though I have never met him in person, I have  rather admired Charles from afar. Smiles and laughter come readily to him and he clearly enjoys meeting other people, listening to their stories with the same kindness and genuine interest that his mother showed throughout her reign. He never seems condescending.

Charles has always been interested in architecture and design and he was vocal about climate change and the environment long before that became fashionable. In the past, he was often  dismissed as being rather eccentric or wacky - someone who hugged trees and talked to the plants in his garden but this was arguably just further evidence of his deep affection for the natural world.

Yes. It his coronation tomorrow and the London police force have never before prepared such a comprehensive security web involving thousands of officers from all over the country

It will be an enormous challenge because the world of 2023 is much different from 1953. No matter how much planning is done and how many police officers are involved there is always the possibility of some sort of terrorist outrage so that the day will forever be remembered for that rather than the pageantry of this special moment in our nation's history. 

I sincerely hope that the day goes off without serious incident and that King Charles III is crowned in style. Though I don't believe in God and I don't much approve of monarchs either,  I will still wish him well and  say...

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Friday

 Happy Friday. Tell me something good my friends. Love you all

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Neighbours

 The neighbours in the new build behind me are not good neighbours.

They are noisy and in my mind inconsiderate of others , so we don’t speak anymore….well ever since I complained to them by notes that their five dogs had yapped continuously for a couple of hours in the garden one afternoon without supervision or let up

Today is blissful. 

There is no noise from next door. No constant sawing of wood. No barking. No yelling at the darling CHARLIE!!!  for barking so much. 

It’s silent and my back door is open wide , sucking in the peace and quiet into the cottage.

And it’s bliss

Am I turning into one of those strange neighbours that yell at people in the street? 

You know the ones you used to poke fun of when you were a kid. 

The old fart who lives alone and who spoils your fun on sunny afternoons when kicking a ball in the street feels like the ideal pastime?

Perhaps I am.I know my aforementioned neighbours think I’m unreasonable but I have been a neighbour to many over the years and even if I do say so myself , I’ve been a good one. 

Ok I once frightened my old lady neighbour half to death in Walkley Sheffield after I caught a black cat in my kitchen and threw it into her pond after it had terrorised my two kittens for weeks.

It wasn’t the fact that I three the cat into her pond that was the problem I think, it was more that I was just wearing a pair a rather shabby boxer shorts at the time that upset her.

I made it up to her years later when I found her in the garden unconscious after a fall and I went to hospital with her in the ambulance.

I sold that tiny terraced house to a very small postman person who wasn’t a patch on me….I was told after he had moved in.

My neighbour John in Hillsborough Sheffield, is still one of my best friends now and I still miss sitting in my neat tidy garden sharing a bottle of wine with him on a summers’ evening. 

Funny that the builder who has just bought that house for his son, has recently left me a comment on Going Gently .saying it is now in safe hands. 

Funny how small the world feels sometimes.

Back to today, it’s the blackbird calls that fill the air as they challenge each other over a mate. Then it’s the sound of rain on leaves, the faraway roar of a plane heading for Liverpool airport and the sound of Dorothy snoring 

And Im happy at that

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