It’s Friday and it’s trying to be sunny. The Welsh are quiet today after their walk and Roger is sat in my bedroom window watching the grave digger and village Elder Islwyn dig a grave for a lady on Erw Wen I've never met.
I had a tutorial with my senior tutor , she says I’m doing fine, even my academic work ( which I find a challenge) she says is fine . “I like how you write “ she said , which meant a great deal
Anyhow, the village coffee morning needs helpers tomorrow but as usual I’m working.
I’m not complaining, weekend work means more money and bills seemed to have shot up this month.
At least Flintshire County Council is not bankrupt but their monthly bill rise is a real shocker.
I’ve had to pay for Dorothy’s cremation too. The ground had been overly saturated to bury her.
I didn’t have the energy to do it myself.
I have some wriggle room but I will need to book a few extra shifts in April and May as my nephew Leo is coming up for a visit ( his first alone) and I’ve got London trips to see Nu (theatre and the Hampton Court Flower Show) and with Janet to see A Chorus Line at Saddler’s Wells and Buckingham Palace.
Sheffield too is calling me back home as it has a want to do , so I’ll message Mike for a date to meet up
I see that old showboat drag queen Myra DuBois is playing the Ledmill
I’d love to get to visit the place one last time…….
Roger is barking his what the hell is going on bark
The mini gravedigger has obviously overfaced him and I’m finishing my coffee before I wash my face and brush my hair in order to meet my family for lunch at the Dinorban
I will leave you with the lovely lisping Spanish Choir
Enjoy