Thank you for all your comments yesterday. I will reply. At some point 
I'm still off work my head feels like it's going to be explode and my hearing is worse and it's pissing me off. The headache is still there and I'm finding it hard cope with it so how can I go into work when it sounds like everyone I talk to is either underwater or really quiet, depending upon which side of me they are and with my head on the verge of exploding.
So, have given up smoking, haven't had a ciggie in 10 days, went off to the smoking cessation clinic today just to make sure everything is going okay. Have been given another script fort Zyban and an appointment for two weeks. I spent most of the session saying "what" and/or "pardon" as I couldn't hear her properly.
Anyway, it pissed me off a tad so I tried to cheer myself up by taking some pictures of parts of the little village I'm leaving on September 14th.
Llanfuckwit is situated on the Black Mountains, right on the border of the Brecon Beacons National Park. On one side is Cwmflipflop, a village smaller than Llanfuckwit and then on the other side is Gwarn-Cuh-Go-On-Then, commonly know as GCG. They say that in Cwmflipflop everyone is related by blood, in GCG everyone is related by marriage, in Llanfuckwit it's both!
So here are some piccies of this lovely village, they might look a bit shit at the moment but I will be cropping and editing them, but whether you'll see those ones is a different matter.
This one is the view from the car park by the community centre. You can see one of the many churches in the village along with the vicarage on the right and in the distance is a mountain. I forget which one. Could be Betws, could be another one! Oh well.
Our recycling centre. Interesting eh?
Another one of the village churches. It used to be a grey colour until earlier this year, and now, in the peach, it can be seen for bloody miles. I swear at night it glows!
Wild & Wooly. In the five year or so we've lived here I've seen this open once. The woman who owns it is slightly insane (so I'm told) and earns a fortune of internet sales (or, again, so I'm told!). I wish I'd thought to get a picture of the side facing the church as in big white letters is the word TEA, yet they have never sold tea since we've been here.
The graveyard shown here and in the picture below is for the peach church. It goes around a corner which is on a steep hill, as you'd expect as this whole village is on the side of a mountain. Around 25, maybe 30, years ago the wall, which starts just where the man is stood in the picture of the church a few above, collapsed. The wall goes around the corner and although it starts quite low it gets very high so when it collapse it blocked the road off for a while. Back then Llanfuckwit was a busy little community and the road through it was a main road (which it still is) over the mountain and into Swansea or Carmarthen. Anyhoo, the wall collapsed an all the residents of Llanfuckwit gave a fiver each to have it repaired but as the gravestones had been there so long no one new which ones went where, apart from recent ones, so couldn't place the correct gravestone with the correct coffin and with the ground sliding away it was difficult to tell which coffin was which. It was decided by the community that all the headstones would be placed around the edge of the cemetery, which can be seen here and in the picture below. The monument is one of two that fell but were re-sited.
The entrance to the community centre. Great eh? Almost as interesting as the recycling centre!
The road leading up to the mountain, which you can see in the distance.
The road leading down from the mountain. The shop you can see is called London Hardware. The house next to is is London House. Around 70 or 80 years ago a truck came down the mountain road (picture above), lost control and went straight in to the house and destroyed it. No one was killed but it took them hours to dig out the little girl from underneath the rubble. That little girl has only just moved out of the village.
The Tregib. Our local pubic house run by Edna and Mike. Edna used to be a man. We think.
The main road through the village. On the right, just after the bus stop, you can see yet another village church.
Llanfuckwit's attempt at an industrial estate. Three units. A mechanics, a pet shop and a slab maker.
The start of our road... I live on this road, how exciting!
Still travelling up our road.
This house sold for half a million quid last year and is now up for sale again. Any takers?
The view of the Black Mountain from our road. The peak, which you can't see in this picture, is Carmarthen Van.
And finally the last stretch of road leading down to our house.
So there you have our little village. Actually that's only a quarter of it.
I'm quite pleased with some of the pictures considering they were taken on my phone.
TTFN.