Static in North Wales – Friday

Jay Cool’s Hubby shares his impressions of Wales, in a series of daily letters to his work colleagues (now, with permission granted, shared with the world)! Friday – In bed I feel dead. You know that thing where amputees can still feel pain in phantom limbs, well that’s me. Bits of me are hurting thatContinue reading “Static in North Wales – Friday”

Savvy North Wales – Static Wednesday

Jay Cool’s Hubby shares his impressions of Wales, in a series of daily letters to his work colleagues (now, with permission granted, shared with the world)! Wednesday – Towyn Funfair Buoyed up by the fact we’d survived this far, we decided to risk going to Towyn funfair this evening. We attempted to walk to itContinue reading “Savvy North Wales – Static Wednesday”

Savvy North Wales – Static Tuesday

Jay Cool’s Hubby shares his impressions of Wales, in a series of daily letters to his work colleagues (now, with permission granted, shared with the world)! Tuesday – Rhyl Seaquarium Does what it says on the tin. It’s an aquarium which contains sea creatures. Highlights – Parent replying to kid that these fish didn’t haveContinue reading “Savvy North Wales – Static Tuesday”

Savvy North Wales – Static Sunday

Jay Cool’s Hubby shares his impressions of North Wales, in a series of daily letters to his work colleagues (now, with permission granted, shared with the world)! Sunday in Towyn When the kids got up this morning (I use the term loosely) I feared they must have become infected, but then I remembered, that’s justContinue reading “Savvy North Wales – Static Sunday”

Savvy North Wales – Static Saturday

Jay Cool’s Hubby shares his impressions of Wales, in a series of daily letters to his work colleagues (now, with permission granted, shared with the world)! Saturday in Rhyl? Yo Dudes! We’ve managed to rig up some sort of rudimentary generator, powered by the car, and now, at last, we once again have contact withContinue reading “Savvy North Wales – Static Saturday”

Savvy Poem – Rhyl

Grandness barred cut off from rewards and renovations.   Syringes injecting into the sandy grasslands the remnants of young lives attempted.   Young eyes ringed in dark shadows, seek change, asking – not hoping – for a chance.   Cashing themselves in for a second stab of the wire cutters, even as the maintenance guysContinue reading “Savvy Poem – Rhyl”