Mischief at the Office and a Question of Comfort.

Well it’s been a week since I wrote though I can hardly say ergo it’s been a week since you read as I suppose other bloggers have kept you occupied and you may have read a newspaper or two. I’ve given up newspapers until they find something positive to write about so it’s possible I may never read one again. This week I’m going to repeat the exercise of giving you a blow by blow, or day by day account of the week. If you don’t care for this style of entry do let me know as it’s handy to know if I should be patenting a new sleeping aid or not.

Sunday. It was raining lightly and as Mike was here with his lady friend we decided to take her to see some of the local beauty spots. I have a great fondness for Betws y Coed and since I always have the casting vote we headed in that direction. Along the expressway of the A55 to Glan Conway corner then in to Glan Conway itself. We had the River Conwy running along to our right and still plenty of greenery around to frame it nicely. I forgot to get her to turn round and look for Conway Castle. Still, she had a running commentary, what more could she ask for except maybe a gag. Through Glan Conway and out the other side where we knew there was an Antique Centre we’ve heard of. We couldn’t see it so Mike detoured down a country lane to see if we’d missed it. In truth to call it a lane may have been a slight exaggeration as sheep struggled single file along it. Still, by breathing in we made it to the other end and came out on a piece of road 4 miles later about 100 yards further than where we’d left it. We found the centre and it was closed. I sidled away from the blue air in case I was contaminated. Back in the car we carried on past beautiful Bodnant Gardens famed for it’s laburnum arch and extensive grounds until we reached the small town of Llanrwst…. For all you novices out there may I suggest now you don’t try pronunciation of these place names as I can’t be held medically responsible. Ready? In Llanrwst is the fantastic tearooms called Tu Hwnt i’r Bont which translates as the house over the bridge so over the bridge we went.



Rose loved both exterior and interior which is heavily beamed. Upstairs where to loo is can be found a tiny bath which would have been sat in rather than laid in that’s if anyone could bend themselves low enough in the eaves to get in at all. It’s famed for it’s cream teas but given it was 11.30am and approaching lunch time we didn’t indulge in. Coming out of the cafe to find it still raining we turned the car right and headed for our next point of reference Gwydir Castle ( feel free to pronounce the second word) or Castell Gwydir built circa 1500 by the Wynne family.



We decided to push on rather than stop but for a long way you can hear the odd screams of the famous white peacocks which reside at the castle. Don’t you think the dining room is magnificent?  For a long time the castle was going in a state of disrepair until bought by a young couple who dedicated themselves to restoring it and finding as much of the original furniture as possible. They worked miracles and you can go round the house to view it.

Less than ten minutes later and we were in Betws y Coed where I managed to sate my need for shops and we were served up an excellent lunch. we managed a mooch round a few more shops afterwards.



It was too soon when we had to return home so Mike and Rose could pack to return to the Midlands and their normal lives. I hate that happening.

Monday. I needed my tool roll on Monday. Just now I can’t remember why but at the time I searched every room for it and so did everyone else including the milkman and postman as I dragged them in off the streets to look. Mike and I had used it less than two weeks before and it couldn’t have gone far. The search had to come to an end when my ‘Responsible Adult’ arrived to ensure I went to the doctors. Yvonne escorted me in ( because she doesn’t trust me not to play truant’ but at least didn’t enter the surgery with me.I got the politest bollocking I’ve ever had for being rather late ( 12 months) for my review, a ticking off for not telling her about my swollen legs and feet with bronchitic chest before now and was mildly admonished for my high ( stratospheric?) BP. All in all not too bad then. I left with a new prescription for increased BP tabs and packets for blood tests next month. It would have been nice to go home at that point but we went for a nice cuppa before having to go for that day’s blood tests. I sat there thinking she’d forgotten she’d put a needle in at first but couldn’t run because  Ugo was in the doorway. She took 3 phials in the end or what Tony Hancock would have described as an armful. We went for lunch so I could be seen to be taking my meds without earning a clip round the ear. My grandson was of course present for all this but I think you lot can wait till the end for a picture.

Tuesday. I wasn’t very well and indeed couldn’t even be bothered getting dressed. My nephew came and cracked on with painting doors and ceilings and I told him what I’d decided regarding the lounge wall. Keep up people, I told you about this last week. I’m having the photo mural wallpaper and I’m also having the two inner lounge doors papered to resemble bookcases. David was all in favour of it. When he left that afternoon I really felt alone and bored.

Wednesday. Whether I liked it or not I had to get up and get dressed . I needed bread and something to feed David for lunch. I turned my chair sideways and bent low with a shoe horn to get my shoes on when a spot of green caught the corner of my eye. Turning fully round still in the same low position I caught sight of my tool roll. About 6 weeks ago I’d bought an 8 gang plug for my bedroom and not connected it yet. It was on the chest beside my bed. On top of that was some ironing I’d done over the weekend and my toolroll was under it all. Needless to say I’d not used the tools in here and there’s no reason it should end up underneath something that’s been in place for 6 weeks now. Since I’d completely forgotten what I wanted the tools for I can only assume it was a job Ju didn’t want me to do. My brother came for his game of Scrabble in the evening and brought my nephew with him. It was great because I see very little of him but also because with three of us we could play Balderdash which I’m telling you now, just because I won both games does not mean I’m a bigger liar than either of them as they claimed.

Thursday. I went into my computer this morning to check the lottery results. Every time I entered Lottery.co.uk  it brought up the correct site but refused to let me enter. A message came to say I was blocked by my ISP because it was a gambling site. I’m supposed to have set a block on access to sites like this. I haven’t !! I went to the ISP and put the block on and then removed it to see if that did the trick. It didn’t. I had to check the results with the local shop when I went. Ju playing tricks on me again? I really don’t know but when I tried again on Saturday I had no problems. The paper for the lounge doors arrived today. I do so like my Ebay.

Friday. Today MuJo came for a visit. I don’t know whether I’m still under the weather but his conspiracy theories were a bit wearing instead of amusing this time.  Still, we managed to have his favourite chip shop lunch and a trip to my favourite coffee house afterwards. . It’s not our usual way at all , generally there’s lots of humour throughout the day. The strips of picture for the lounge wall arrived ready for David to start next week. It will be Wednesday before he’s here so my impatience will have to be curbed somehow.

Saturday-Today. My niece arrived at about 7.30 this morning to take me shopping. I’d got everything out ready for the dustbin men so was ready and raring to go. Carrie-Anne is a laugh a minute joker and great fun to be with. She had me so relaxed that we shopped quite slowly and I even bumped into someone I used to work with. Instead of the usual freezing and stuttering I think I handled it quite well. Karen didn’t have to jump in and save me which must have been a relief for her. Mind you, she was pushing her luck today, she decided she might as well get some jam while she was there and somehow filled more than half MY trolley with her stuff. I struggled to get my shopping in. What I didn’t understand was how with more than half the contents, her JAM cost £52 and my few staples cost £71.00. She stayed with me until about 12/30 today and then left for work. Sitting at my computer I heard a crash and looking out saw that a new three frame picture of Reuben had jumped off the wall, hit a few things on a chest below and scattered them all over yet the frame had slipped behind the chest undamaged. Tomorrow Ju I’m going to look for Picture wire !!  I had a visit this evening from a young man I used to work with. I’ve mentioned him before but probably about last Christmas. He’s the nicest person you could imagine. This year he’s getting ready for his final presentation at University which is on Schizophrenia. That must be a very hard presentation to make.

I have a question I need to ask. One person has said that my sign off on blog comments of Huge Hugs makes her a little uncomfortable. Since I mean no harm and have been signing that way for a long time because I promote hugs I thought it only right to ask. Do I make you uncomfortable? Do you feel it inappropriate?

Any way. You’ve been very patient so I’m going to shut up now and leave you with a picture sent to me earlier. Yvonne, Ugo and a certain young gentleman are at a wedding in Oxford today. Best dressed baby maybe?

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45 responses to “Mischief at the Office and a Question of Comfort.

  1. Visited Wales recently ourselves and those place names are a killer. Couldn’t read a map for nuts! I do not feel uncomfortable with huge hugs, I usually sign my emails and text messages with XX and unless I’m wrong it means the same! Enjoyed your week, hope you did as well! XX

    • I hope Wales provided you a Huge Welcome despite our tongue twisting names. At least we usually try to give them in English too. My week was fun in the main and I did enjoy it, I’m so pleased you did too. And tanks so much fr sharing the hugs. xxx Massive Hugs xxx

  2. I enjoy reading about your week and what you’ve been up to. It’s nice to have an insight in to other peoples lives and it’s fun hearing about what you’ve been doing and where you’ve been.
    Huge Hugs are always welcome and I don’t find yours offensive in the least, in fact they make me feel very happy. As for the best dressed baby – what a divine photo, definitely the best dressed baby EVER! XXX

    • Hello Lottie, I’m glad you get some pleasure from my escapades and activities. I agree it’s nice to share that with other people, finding out the differences in our daily lives.
      Thanks for enjoying the Hugs too. I think they’re as much a part of me now as anything. I’ll be sure to copy your comment abut Reuben to the ‘Embarrassment Book’ he can have when he’s 18 and after we’ve had fun showing the pictures to his girlfriends.
      xxx Huge Hugs to you xxx

  3. To live in such beautiful history. I feel embarrassed to write of a stable here or a pub there. So far I’ve not been called out on it, so don’t. I love my yard and Illinois and was mad for South Dakota, and I have seen alligators basking on my dad’s boat launch and you don’t get to, but still I give Wales the win for beauty.
    I give hugs few and far between but they are just things you know when to do, at least for me. I like your hugs and am glad writing to us puts you in the hug mode.
    I am trying now, on other devices, with other family present, to get my picture of a poppy I recently saw up on my blog for you to see. Or maybe I will tweet it to you.

    I loved this whole saga. Keep on. Take better care of yourself.


  4. For me living in this environment is wonderful as I love the history and the closeness of the mountains and lakes.I devour yours and other friends blogs Virginia because I’ll never see the vastness of your landscapes, the majesty of your mountains or the beauty of your lakes and rivers. I’ll never visit the stables or the pubs you write of or feel the character of the towns and cities set up by the pioneers of those early settlers some of whom will have come from my home. I’ll not see the alligators on your dad’s boat nor many of the day to day things you witness unless you share them through your wonderful writing.
    I’ll continue to commit my life to paper in small thanks for the exchange I get from all my friends. The hugs are a reminder of my friendship and thanks for what I receive from so many of you.
    xxx Hugs Galore xxx

  5. Martine

    I loved hearing about your week. The photos were fantastic. If there were more hugs in the world it would be a happier place. Reuben is gorgeous x

    • Thanks Martine. Don’t forget if you’re ever passing this way the kettle’s on for you both or maybe he’ll drop you here and pick you up after he finishes in Manchester.We can chat the night away. I agree there’s a world shortage of hugs but I’m cornering the market and passing them out as quickly as I can. xxx Huge Hugs to you xxx.

  6. I know you’re expecting me to scold you for not taking better care of yourself… so I won’t. 😀 Your week sounds like fun, well mostly, and the pictures of Wales just took my breath away. That cottage all covered in ivy? Stunning. As for young Reuben, he looks like a real little gent! And last but not least I’d think there was something wrong with you if you didn’t sign off with hugs, so don’t stop!
    -massive hugs-

    • Now I’m shocked. No scolding, the World is falling apart. The pictures were such a small selection, and if you like the ivy round the outside of the cafe I know you’d love the inside. Beautiful beams and the cream teas or bara brith ( you can look that up yourself as you might get the recipe). Reuben did look precious in that baby gro I got him didn’t he. I think he’ll be a hit with the ladies in a few years in the full version. My name is Bond….
      Thank you. I’ll keep the hugs coming then. xxx Massive Hugs for your new week xxx

      • Reuben Bond has a nice ring to it. 😀 And you’re right, I know I’d love the inside of that cottage. That cosy, cottage feel is what I’ve always wanted. Plus it just looks so fantastic – like something out of a fairytale.
        -hugs back-

      • Right, if you ever drop in for tea I’ll take you for afternoon cream tea there. Though the place is beautiful, I don’t think you’d want to live there, it wasn’t made for people of our height.
        xxx Huge Hugs xxx

      • Oh! lmao I actually know what you mean about ‘people of our height’. Here in Melbourne we have a huge park in what amounts to the middle of the CBD and in that park is Captain Cook’s Cottage. I’m not sure if it’s the actual cottage shipped over here stone by stone or a replica but the whole house is tiny and the ceilings are so low they make me feel like a giant – and I’m just under 5’4″.

        Still, that cottage of yours would be fun to visit as a dollshouse for adults. -hugs-

      • Provided the dolls aren’t allowed any of the cakes and cream scones………. And don’t for one minute think I’m letting you ship this out to Melbourne.
        xxx Hugs Galore xxx

      • Awwww… spoil sport!


  7. Great photos. I’ve always felt the Welsh welcome on the times I’ve visited. I don’t get there as often as I’d like. Reuben does look the part 🙂

  8. Fabulous photos. Living across the wide expanse of ocean, I’ll enjoy the sights through your photos. Your grandson should win the “best dressed baby” award! He’s adorable.

  9. Catherine Johnson

    I do hope you are feeling better now, David. Reuben is so cute! I love those first two pictures too, I fancy painting them actually. Be yourself, David and never appologise for that. :0)ve

    • Reuben is a cutie Catherine. I hope you try to paint those pictures.If you need them bigger perhaps you could put ‘Tu Hwnt i’r Bont’ in your search engine and they should come up.It’s beautiful when the vine is red.
      Heavens sweetie, If I was myself no-one would ever come near me. Grumpy old Git is probably the nicest thing I’d be called.
      xxx Huge Hugs xxx

  10. Wow, thank you for sharing the photos of your day trip, they are like postcards, and same as Meeks I love the ivy covered cottage. It looks like something out of a fairytale.
    You manage to pack a lot into 7 days. And, I can imagine parting with that amount of blood, and the process via which you do so would maybe require a quiet day, and as you don’t appear to be inclined that way, your body took matters in hand. I’m glad that you picked up with a few days left in the week to resume your usual pace 😉
    Some people like hugs, some don’t. I prefer figurative hugs, such as you deliver – it’s a nice way to convey affection. Real life hugs aren’t my thing, no matter how much I like someone, the G.O. excepted. And that’s my perspctive. You might need to write a list – Huge Hugs: Yes/No. Put me down for yes.
    I could possibly manage a hugs exemption for Reuben, and I’m sure I’m not alone in that 🙂

    • The cafe is beautiful and is fairy tale like inside and out. I love it when the vine turns red.
      I’m inclined towards quiet days only when I have no choice but I hate days alone now. Reading the blog I realised does sound busy but in fact it’s usually only at a weekend if Mike is staying here that I go out ( other than to doctor’s appointments and they don’t count). What sounds busy generally only takes up an hour or two and then it’s back to normal. I think I spend more time writing about it than doing it. Of course it’s been busier than usual having my nephew here decorating. Maybe I should keep him here on a perpetual cycle of renewal.
      My mother wasn’t much for hugging but I’m sure the figurative hugs would have suited her well. You’re right, some people don’t like the physical contact and the invasion of space but if you can cope with these Hugs I’ll keep them coming. One day I may send Reuben over to collect a real one though.
      My best to you and the G.O.. xxx Massive Hugs xxx

  11. That house looks like it should be in a fairy tale – thank you for transporting me there. I love the one of your grandson in his tux and your hugs. The world needs more hugs and love and all that good stuff!

    • It’s definitely for fairy tale folk Shiela. There’s a lot of ducking the beams to do but it is beautiful. I mustn’t let Reuben read these posts or he’ll be getting big-headed. The Hugs will keep coming.
      xxx Hugs Galore xxx

  12. Okay, I want to have tea in the special house across the bridge–especially when the leaves have changed to such brilliant colors–AND, to make it perfect, I’d like my date to be that most-wonderful-and-handsome little guy in the baby tuxedo!
    I loved this post.

    • I’ll save you a space Marylin and order the cream tea. At the moment though I’ll have to accompany your date in case he needs feeding. I’ll keep well out of the way though and not play gooseberry. Next time I go to ‘Tu hwnt i’r bont’ I must tell them what an impact their cafe has had on the world. Especially as the leaves change colour.
      xxx Massive Hugs xxx

  13. Awwwww, hes GORGEOUS! 🙂


  14. Wonderful photos and words!
    xxx Massive Hugs xxx

  15. I just spent a week househunting in South Wales. Fishguard was the furthest North we got to. It was my first time past Cardiff into Wales, though. Long overdue after being with my Welsh partner for over 7 years now.
    I love the pictures 🙂

    • Hi Christoph, is there a reason you’re ,limiting yourself to South Wales and that area? North Wales house prices are pretty keen too and we have a wealth of Natural beauty. Why not have a look at areas like Betws y Coed on the net Trefiew, Conwy, even parts of my own Flintshire like the Wheeler Valley or Lloc. I would appreciate some nice neighbours.
      Hugs 😀

      • My south walean partner says there are a lot of duelling banjos up there 😉
        I lied about the trip. We made it to Aberystwyth.
        As for the house hunting: We seek moderate closeness to the fragile in laws near Abergavenny but I appreciate being welcome in the north of the country, too.
        I hope that the exercise machine that lady Julia bought has been kind to you this morning.
        Hugs back

      • No duelling banjo’s up here I promise. They wouldn’t let my nephew into the Uni at Aberystwyth if t’were so.
        Ah, I understand the reluctance to venture too far away if the in-laws are fragile now but should you ever with to head in this direction, the kettle will be on.
        The only exercise machine here these days are the fish (one in particular) and my coffee maker.

      • Glad to hear all that. I have sent you Facebook mail btw. I hope you’re having a great weekend 🙂

      • So far not been able to find a message on Facebook Christoph. I’ll keep an eye open for it.

      • The message was to your author page. I was wondering if you would be amenable to be interviewed on my blog

      • Since it’ been a while since I wrote anything Christoph I’m not sure there’s anything new to offer your readers. But, I’ll do it if you think it’s of any interest. But, on the subject of interviews, how about you doing an interview for me that I can feature on the blog?

      • Thanks David
        It would be new to my readers what you might say in an interview. Of course I’m happy to be interviewed but that does not exclude the other? 🙂

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