A Welsh 5-Mile Bubble

My Welsh friends are living within a 5-mile radius in Wales.

Stephen King could not imagine their reality.

The government mandated this 5-mile radius to stop Covid-19 from spreading. (I wonder if anyone gets the “Hey nineteen, that’s Retha Franklin”? A Steely Dan reference… any who…)

As Madeline Kahn’s character in Blazing Saddles said, “it’s twue, it’s twue.”

A movie that in our current societal collective climate could never, ever, be produced again. We can no longer poke fun at each other and laugh.

I think Airplane is another movie never to get produced again, and Kentucky Fried Movie, do you have any others?

“It’s twue. It’s twue.” Thank you, Lili Von Shtupp.

Let me share a genuine story.

After my seasoned alien business owners, Alan and Suzanne, happily sold The Moon, my brilliant country encouraged them to flee back to their homeland, Wales. Actually, they were shoved, not encouraged.

A side note, my 4th novel, A Year Inside The Moon, was about the place and the story is about me, this lonely 50-something trying to figure out his life.

So, my Welsh friends, Alan and Suzanne, took me in like a flawed dog-rescue and gave me a place to call home.

It’s twue, it’s twue.

A place, The Moon Under Water, on every Friday evening I looked forward to being inside the Snug, and drinking a Welsh whiskey shot at exactly 6 pm after Suzanne said, “iechyd da.”

It’s twue, it’s twue – and I think those words mean, in good health.

So, my friends lucked out and sold the business before Covid-19 hit planet earth.

And then, from an immigration snafu, we in Oldish St Peter lost two wonderful human beings with odd accents, both with wicked senses of humor and overall marvellous people from being in our presence.

It’s twue. It’s twue.

I know they will thrive inside their government imposed 5-Mile bubble.

They are those sorts of people… they’ll find the diamonds hiding inside a pile of horseshit. They are rare; you don’t come across people like them often. And if you are like me, you are keenly aware of this.

I love them without reservation.

I miss them.

I wrote those last two sentences with meaning and purpose.

As my dear friend Patti describes me accurately, “I’m a guarded personality”. If you Google “guarded personality”, you’ll understand me a bit.

I’ll not bore you with details, but I’m easy to talk with but difficult to know.

It’s twue, it’s twue.

If I decide I like you, If I decide you are my friend, well, I’ll give you my whole.

If I were living inside a 5-mile radius, I would hope to have Alan and Suzanne inside with me.

We would have plentiful Gin, if not, we’d figure out how to make it or some other adult beverage.

We’d make fun of each other and laugh late into the day.

It would seem as if the day was endless and we’d never reach the horizon.

I love my friends. I miss their presence. But I know they are happy.

It’s twue, it’s twue.

NS