weddings

Strange things weddings…….

Even stranger in Brittany.

The sun glinted through the clouds and sparkled fairy dust on glistening woodland. Evael and Francois are to be joined together, forever? In front of a load of people in gowns of white cream green and blue. My girls carry the flagfs for Wales and Cornwall and stand behind and to the kleft and right of the druid mawr, who is presiding over the ceremony.

It is mystical, it is magical, it is something wonderful to behold.

People desperately trying to connect with their past, to bring their past into the present and vice versa.

A spring in a woodland, magic in itself, air, earth, water and with man,…. Fire 4 elements, three common one rare. One element which has been regarded by some as that which holds man apart from animals.

Fire holds withing itself those attributes of saviour and destroyer., Choices….. Does the fire chose? No, man choses.

To warm to cook food to light or to destroy.

We can chanel water, use it, but often it reminds us of it’s power. The same is true of wind and also earth….

If we look after it it returns the favour, feeds us, builds security and in death surrounds us but fire …. Is something we think we can control

It’s a Pagan ceremony I would like to say steeped in history but having witnessed it and having witnseed it I would like to say it is relelvent today, in machination to draw ones need for clelbration and ceremony together.

I have always felt that Youenn the father of the birde had some Jewish background, There is a pride, a part of history that defines a Jewish person a sort of dignity. I am in awe. They sing Shallom and it feels right within the ceremony and ritual there is a sense of times slipping by….

I have a sense of now in the past and the past in now.

I think of the current whodunit literature and fantasy and think of the Jesuits of the crusaders and the Masonic lodges.

Dressing up, drinking from horns, pillars, wells, woodlands, could be from a new novel.

To artex or not????

Lying in the bath, glass of Sancerre to hand and a book.....very strange book. A book that Zills has purloined from the library.
Be very suspicious of books where the writer uses different fonts, colours and bold text to emphasise things.
I put the book down on the lav seat and look up contemplating, a sip of wine and i notice several new blobs of pre-masticated toilet tissue stuck to the art ex ceiling.
Several weeks ago i decided to plot the path of blobs on the bog roof by purchasing different coloured toilet tissue........and what a beautiful, colourful ceiling i have.....perfectly offset by my chandelier!
I suspect it is easier to get paper blobs off a flat ceiling than it is to remove them from art ex.
I am in the bath, yet again, having had to scrub white paint from the kitchen floor...Little D, bless, well someone will need to after I've finished crying, has decided to roll his football off the chest freezer into an opened (by him) bucket of exterior white emulsion.
What a lovely pattern the ball has painted across the kitchen floor!
What a lovely addition it has made to his new T shirt and shorts!
Psychosociodoggiedoo......my glass is full of brilliant innovative art work.......believe that and you are really........STUPID!!!!!

EGGs

Haven't written anything for ages...been too busy, washing clothes, organizing and packing for a weekend of efficacious and various musical entertainment.
The phone tintinabulates....could we keep an eye on Josh. His friend isn't allowed to go and mummy and daddy are worried he'll get up to no good at a music fest.....alcohol, drugs sex....I wish!
Now the thought of bigmacs boyfriend coming with us for a weekend of camping fills me with all the dread of swimming in seaweed!
Two adults, one of whom will be sleeping 6 hours and working 20 in each day and the other who just wants to bop and chill with the said same worker for 28 hours in every day.....7 kids and another who is enchanted with eldest daughter....sad git!
Spells disaster before it's even started.
The phone ring rings again.
Is J going to the fest? says a nervous mum.
No he's house and animal sitting i reply.
A sigh of relief..."in that case can you keep an eye on Mattie?"
Well, she's really cool, for a teen, witty intelligent and fun to be with...no probs!
Forward and on...wellies or flipflops? Shorts or thermals?
Bought a great double sleeping bag and self inflating mattress......intimacy and warmth guaranteed.....well as long as I can find a victim to share it with!
Zills comes home from school with a by the way LLyr (her very distant 75th cousin 24 times removed God botherer) wants to come to the fest as well and further more his mammy will phone that very evening.
AAAAGGGGHHHH... no one told me it would be worse when they were teens!
Mammy was worried about drugs and drink and Mr H being a relative she knew he would be safe!!!!!!!????????
Obviously not the most loving and in touch parent. Visions of lambs and wolves uppermost in my mind I continued to prepare.
Prepare for what?

The weather was great, the self inflating mattress and double sleeping bag lived up to all expectations. The music outstanding and the kids were an asset, a credit to their parents and stupendous ambassadors for youth......great Junior stewards!

What' s that got to do with eggs?

The first morning blurrr after the late night before was welcomed in by the quacking and gaggling of many ducks, slug slurping around the tents.
The said ducks stayed and layed whilst I cooked breakkie on a two ringed stove for 12 and Dave...whoever he was.
Two eggs later, one of which was poached and served up with great ceremony. The other freshly layed was declared the new would be son or daughter of Sir Bruce and was promptly stashed under her arm pit to be kept warm and incubated until hatched.
No one told her it would take 20 days, but help in the form of saddo the clown and his marvellous egg saver balloon ......at least if she rolled over in the night the balloon would contain the gunk.....that was the idea.
Not content to just nurture this would be little brucette, the egg was transported warmly everywhere, experiencing the delights of the waffle bar, ice cream parlour and the various musical extravaganzas...tucked safely in her bra? it bopped and danced, jived rocked and swayed....until it bounced right out and ended spread across the dance floor.
Wailing above the sound of garage, beating her breast in anguish with the BOOM BOOM of the drums she looked in horror at her yellow and white smelly offspring.
...........Daddy, god bless has got her a duckie for when we come back from France.

Last post and dentists

Just read my last post. What has the dentist got to do with anything?
Well, I meant to tell you that he who should never has actually purchased a toothbrush.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

....................................sorry I'm in a bit of a faint...stunned and shocked! Stunned and shocked!
I have known he who should not for several years...nearly 2 decades and i have never known him to brush his teeth.....
Yuk and double yuk and some.
He says he does brush his teeth......but with what?
Better not be my toothbrush!
Or mine, or mine, or mine, or mine, or mine etc.

Yes Ali, by the time you get him, he'll be a new man!... perhaps he'll even have clean teeth.
Whose a lucky girl then?

What a week, dentists included

What a week!
This is the first time I've had.... to think, all week.
Small Nations music fest next weekend so it's all hands to the pump. The green goddess pump that is. Who cares where we will all sleep, let alone in and on what? Will we eat?....probably not if the food tickets go to Zills as they did last year.
The most important thing is getting a new head on GLORIA!
I nod wisely, and look sympathetic.......Should it be torqued to 100Th, 70Th or as it is now 64Th. Modern metals, new bolts, something about copper gaskets and by the way if i wasn't doing anything important could i sit in GLORIA and apply the brake when he tooted the horn. He was trying to free off the clutch, but apparently the brakes had gummed up and were firmly stuck.....no need to apply the brakes then!
All of this sit in my wonderful vehicle came as a bit of a surprise to me especially as i had taken out most of the fence and half the side of the car coming down the drive on Wednesday and the wing mirror still dangling and clanging as a reminder.
Glutton for punishment or what?
The girls are at my mothers...she has had yet another stroke but at 98 years old she has no intention of lying down and ....
They are supposed to be looking after her but in all honesty she is looking more sprightly than she has done all year.
She has thoroughly enjoyed being passed from pillar to post by "the family" and has decided it's my turn.
GROooooooaaaaaaan!!!!!!!
I don't do my mother,much to the amusement of he who must be disobeyed.
The thought of looking after/putting up with/listening to my mother ( YES I'M SURE THERE ARE LOADS OF PEOPLE OUT THERE WHO WANT TO SPEND THERE TIME WITH THEIR MOTHERS BUT I'VE SPENT 18 YEARS TOO MANY WITH MINE.) is more than i can cope with let alone actually do it.
I feel sort of vindicated because my sister feels that she would rather go to hell 100 times over than spend any length of time with mum.
He who must not has never felt this about his mother and hence the amusement and i feel a little unease.....then again i would have travelled to Pluto for my dad and he probably would have for his father but would have resented every step.
Family!!!!
Big D threw up in the bathroom yesterday.
Projectile vomiting is his forte it would seem. There was more fluid on the floor than the bath could hold.......ok it felt like that at 11.30 pm.
He who should not found the plastic gloves and domestos and passed them to me with a hint of sympathy.....BARSTEWARD!!!
At last a day alone with he who must not.....a cuddle in bed? lunch? a walk along the coast path hand in hand?.... a kiss?
Forget it.....oh yeah i forgot I'm nearly 50.....you are not supposed to think of such things.
We are old, ancient, beyond time and not supposed to want / need/ desire intimacy.
Get real....shopping and the answer machine...who invented them?....Shoot them!
Tali had hurt his shoulder in school and needed to go to casualty.
Family.....bloody inconvenient!