Monthly Archives: January 2021

Gloom.

On some nights, the steelworks on the horizon in Port Talbot, light up the clouds with a fiery glow (like Mordor from the Lord of the Rings). It’s eerily beautiful, you can see flames reaching high into the sky. Last night, it was full aglow, quite something to look at and I was very much enjoying the view.

I was so busy staring, I very nearly collided into a man holding his small dog high on his head cursing my little evening day dream and accusing *Bonnie, (on the lead, by my side, looking as puzzled as myself) of wanting to eat his small furry thing.

I muttered an apology along the lines of “So sorry, miles away, lovely hat” and scurried away.

Cue a fox running across our path and I really wondered where I was, Mad Max or Swansea.

Swansea Angie.

Swansea in a pandemic, Mad Max is little too sensible right now.

*Being a big sized dog, she quite often gets accused of wanting to eat smaller dogs but she’s actually a huge fan of dogs smaller than herself as she can play Queen.

Covid School.

School days are a strange business during these lockdown days.

No car run, no rush out the door in the morning.

Still, early to rise, in the dark for a morning check in, registration or daily work download.

Gone are the assemblies, singing and hanging up of coats and hellos to friends.

It’s find a space away from whiskers and paws and chewing mouths.

Please let mum have a coffee and I’ll figure out that maths I promise.

Dressed and ready but no where to go.

Funny, lonely business this learning on screens but there we are right now, in the midst of a pandemic and figuring out the area of Tom’s Toblerone chocolate bar.

Let me tell you a little secret, us mums are looking at you and are very glad it’s not them having to do this.

Children of 2020, you’re doing amazing, don’t ever forget that.

Snow wet.

It’s cold.

Very cold right now, just above freezing and it’s decided to rain so we are slipping our way around the streets tonight.

Even the billboard is half arsing the light.

There are warmer and lighter days ahead but this month is the queen of dark and cold and she isn’t shifting herself in any hurry. January won’t be rushed.

Dragging our way through this lockdown January.

Drone face.

Can we update the puppy training manual to include how not to chase and destroy drones please, that would be great. Frannie has had a whale of a time chasing one a hundred foot high, she’s got ambition but not wings.

Still in lockdown, still in alert level 4 or whatever that’s come to mean as we’re all out on the covid numbers.

Graphs, charts and projections, I’ve seen more this past year than I ever did at school, all pretty like my tired looking Christmas decorations, must take them down Angie, before twelfth night.

As it’s bad luck.

I laughed a bit too much at that.

Luck rhymed with my reply.

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