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Trees

I was hoping to go for a walk with a group on Thursday, but the weather was terrible, so it was cancelled. They said they would rearrange the walk and the talk, but I didn’t think it was for the same day. The walk was off, yet I got a text saying the talk was still on. I managed to make it there, though I wasn’t too keen on listening to someone talk about trees. Anyway, I gave it a try, and it wasn’t as heavy as I expected. They spoke about tree bathing, the Japanese practice of immersing yourself in a forest environment to reduce stress, enhance mindfulness, and support overall well-being. It’s about slowing down, being present, and appreciating nature with all your senses. I live quite close to woods so I guess I can give it a a go sometime. I was not aware that trees lived as long as they did, for thousands of years apparently, if they are not cut down, there is a drive to get trees planted much more than there use to be something to do with climate change. I have one growing in the...
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Rubbish letters

  Have you ever opened a letter from a "professional" – a lawyer, bank, or government office – expecting clear advice or official notice, only to find yourself squinting at illegible scrawls, typos galore, and sentences that make no sense? You're not alone. What was once a hallmark of expertise has devolved into rubbish on paper. Let's unpack where it all went so wrong. The Golden Age of Professional Correspondence Picture this: the 20th century. Letters from professionals were crisp, typed masterpieces. Secretaries or typists ensured perfect grammar, logical flow, and readability. Even handwritten notes from doctors came with legible script trained through years of practice. These documents commanded respect because they looked professional – no smudges, no errors, no confusion. Standards were high. Legal firms proofread contracts multiple times. Banks used templates honed over decades. The result? Communication that informed, persuaded, and protected. The Digi...
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health

Three years ago, I went to the hospital for a pain I’d been dealing with for years. They tried all kinds of treatments, but nothing worked, and eventually decided I might need some sort of intervention. I realized this when they handed me a piece of paper outlining the procedure and its awful side effects. I felt I had no choice, but hoped they’d explain more about it. No one told me anything beyond what was written.   was in pain and felt stuck, so I went ahead. When I got home, the side effects hit hard — they were awful. The treatment temporarily left me weakly incontinent, which was a horrific experience. You take control of your body for granted until it’s gone. If I’d been properly informed, I might have coped better. Instead, I was caught short in all sorts of places, which was frightening, and I worried it might never end. No one reassured me, and to this day I still have anxiety about it because it was so traumatic. I’m angry they didn’t warn me or explain the consequ...
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reels

I have to make these videos about the history of this place Well what I know of the history of this place anyway and it seems quite popular with some people Some people like to see the videos because they haven't doubts for a while Others they've moved away and like to see the local scenery and the ones who moved away seemed to be getting in touch The people from the village again which is quite nice. Has someone said I am keeping the history of the place alive A woman going to have I'm going to run out of places to make videos about and then I will have to move further afield to make videos places I don't know as much about due to the videos I seem to be getting more followers on Facebook Not that I'm not bothered about getting followers The videos about places in the round the village And I try to get facts about the place I am filming yesterday I filmed an old farmhouse which has fallen to but which has been family for hundreds of years I think it's probably ...
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Frustrating

I went for a walk the other day, and for once, it stayed dry. I headed to the part of the village with farms, crossing the River Cynfal. There’s a well-known old house there called famous locally and beyond as the birthplace of Morgan Llwyd in the 16th century. I’ve been there many times since it’s only about a mile away. This time, I wanted to take a short video for social media, as these little clips tend to get lots of views and fit my theme of interesting local spots. The walk takes me down to the river, across it, and through a field, where I filmed my short video. That evening, I got a message saying a photo of me had been posted on a Facebook page, accusing me of snooping around their house—which would have been impossible given where I was. They were basically making up lies about me. At first, I planned to ignore it, but when the accusations came, I felt I had to act, so I threatened to involve the police, and the post was taken down. It’s sad that such important properties ar...
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football

There hasn’t been any football at the local club lately, mainly because of the weather. The wintry conditions have left the pitch waterlogged. There’s been talk about moving the season to summer, which I think would be better. It wouldn’t be so stop-start — a game, then a few weeks off, then another game, then more weeks off. It just drags the season out when people want to keep it going. Playing in summer would also make grassroots games easier since there’d be no need for floodlights, and matches could be held in the long, lighter evenings. I’m not sure why they don’t switch the season except for tradition. As for the long, dark winter evenings, I guess we could always follow football in another country, like England. This arugement has been gojng on a long time aned is yet to be resolved, it maybe one day hnpeuflly,
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Hereford

Dwi wedi bod yn gwylio rhaglen am yr Alban sy’n cael ei chyflwyno gan hen ffrind i mi. Roedd Ian yn y coleg gyda fi yn Hereford am ddwy flynedd, ac roeddem yn yr un hostel. Fe ddaethom yn ffrindiau’n eithaf sydyn, dwi’n meddwl, gan fod o o’r Alban a fi o Gymru – y Celtaid efo’i gilydd, am wn i. Roedd o’n nabod rhywun arall o Gymru ychydig yn well na fi, oherwydd roedd bachgen o Gaernarfon yn y coleg hefyd ac roedd e wedi bod yno ers blwyddyn. Roeddwn i’n rhannu’r ystafell fyw gyda’r boi o Gaernarfon; ges i fy symud yno i drio gwneud i mi deimlo’n fwy cartrefol oherwydd mynd i’r coleg yn Hereford oedd y tro cyntaf i mi symud i ffwrdd o adra. Roeddwn yn 19 ar y pryd, ddim yn ifanc ond yn dal i deimlo’r torriad gyda’r cysylltiad adra.  Oherwydd yr hiraeth, fuas am fisoedd,  yn mynd adra ar y penwythnos, mam a dad yn dod i fy nôl i Shrewsbury. Aeth hyn ymlaean am ychydig o fisoedd. Yn y diwedd nes i benderfynu aros yn y coleg a dim ond mynd adra adeg y gwylia, fyswn wedi medru myn...
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