The many and various ways I pass the time now has a new addition. Usually it involves drinking coffee whilst sitting at a computer keeping in touch with chums, or sipping wine sitting on our tiny terrace catching the sun, and wondering what else I can do to avoid any cleaning or tidying or putting away of stuff and things that aren't even MINE. And now I am going to type this blog. Provided that doesn't become a chore as well, in which case...

Thursday, 30 January 2014

I Feel Like Goulash Tonight...

...'cos it's just that sort of a day.  The wind has dropped, it is still and relatively dry, but relentlessly, in every bloody direction you can see, GREY.  Like being under a gigantic Eastern European, Cold War army-issue blanket.

There was some foolish talk on the national (i.e. UK, Scotland hasn't voted yet...) weather forecast of the possibility of snow on high ground (near) here, but good ol' Derek on BBC Wales was much more cautious and circumspect.  He said there maybe some snow on the Black Mountains with the odd flurry in Powys possible this afternoon.

Powys is a very large county.  I don't think my Dear Old Uni Chum who commented on my FB page last night saying that the BBC had said the rain would suddenly turn to snow at 7.00pm "where you are"quite appreciates how big.  Even though she and her husband visit here us at least once a year its very size and scope and variety of terrain may have eluded them.  Our fault for being such good hosts and so generous with the drink.

They actually met at our wedding, these friends, which happened in the Montgomeryshire bit of Powys on a glorious late-May day.  He was the handsome be-kilted usher in charge of The Dog (who was a mere one-year-old whippersnapper when we married in 2003) and sat with his charge on his tartan knee in the back pew nearest the door during the service.  A good-looking Scotsman in a kilt attending to a lovely wee West Highland White Terrier?  Oh how cute, you cry and yes! They looked divine! 

There was also a black lab in a side aisle, with her human family, but I am not sure the vicar (aka Perpetua from Perpetually In Transit) knew about that.  It was too hot to leave a dog in a car for forty minutes even with the windows chinked.  Needs Must, and we are all God's creatures. 

Our usher heard his destined but not-yet-met beloved give the Old Testament reading, from The Song of Solomon, yes that one.  She did it beeeaaauuutifully.

They got talking at the reception.  And haven't stopped talking to each other since. They got married three years later.  I love that story.  "Out of a wedding comes a wedding" goes the proverb, and in our case it actually happened.  When you think of the words he heard his wife speak before he'd ever even clapped eyes on her it is an uncanny, even slightly spooky tale.

Cue Twilight Zone music...

Anyhoo, no snow here.  It doesn't feel like snow, and I've stuck my nose out of the door and it definitely doesn't smell like snow, either, but in any case it's still goulash for us, 'cos it's just that kind of day


  1. Hari OM
    mmmmmmmmmm gggoooooolllaasshhhh..... I just made a HUGE pot of creamy pumpkin soup for very similar reasons.

    ...and yes, lovely reminisce. YAM xx

  2. I was too busy worrying about the people that day to notice the four-legged guests. :-) Yes, it's miserable and cold today, but doesn't look or feel like snow, though it's been snowing in the Midlands. The Met Office thinks we may get a flake or two on Saturday..... Chilli con carne here, rather than goulash, but the aim's the same. :-)

  3. I am a great believer in dogs at weddings - they are family too! The Dog went to Our Friends' (as above) church wedding as well. I had to bribe him with SO many dog treats not to yip at any solemn part, but he was as good as gold so long as I kept them coming!

    He will be at Our Niece's wedding in April as well, although not at the actual ceremony, as registrars' offices are stricter about it than most vicars, and it's service dogs only. The afternoon reception is a picnic/cricket tea type affair in a park with a sports pavilion, so he will be fine for that bit. Most dogs I know can sit quietly and not fuss better than most toddlers I know!

    Good luck with the staple removal today, Perpetua! I'll ring you later to see how it went.