I meant to write another post yesterday
I meant to write to congratulate all those who made it to the Irish Blog Awards shortlists.
But the family got in the way. They decided to make yesterday special, because it was my birthday. And I wasn’t allowed near my keyboard.
They did make the day special. My daughter brought the grandchildren for the day, and she insisted on doing all the cooking and washing up. She made a curry. It was probably the best curry I have ever had [and I’ve had a few]. It was all made with original ingredients. None of your Sharwood’s curry powders for her!
It was a lovely day. The grandchildren were in great form, and we had lots of laughs. And my granddaughter gave me big hugs and kisses which are worth all the birthday presents in the world.
But the curry gave me wind. A sign of a good curry. And the wind was, shall we say, potent. So I wasn’t allowed go to bed until herself was asleep, because she said I was obnoxious and would keep her awake. So I chatted to my daughter into the small hours. It was very cosy, though we sat well apart.
And I am now one year nearer to the free bus travel [which they are extending to the whole country], and the free TV licence, electricity and the rest. So life isn’t all bad.
But to get back to what I was going to say. I was going to [and still do] congratulate all the Award Bloggers. I’m delighted to see that all the people I voted for got through. It shows I have good taste.
Some people expressed surprise that I didn’t make it. People like Michele and Dario [who’s site lives up to its name!]. And lots of people sent kind e-mails. Thank you all. I’m not that surprised. I am such a newcomer to all of this, that to get five nominations is more than award enough for me. And I would have lowered the tone of the ceremonies anyway.
I would like to have gone to the ceremonies, but the old bones [sorry Grannymar for borrowing your blog title] would have complained. I would like to put a face to the names of all the people who I have been in contact with. So far I have only met one [you know who you are!].
Maybe next year? As long as it doesn’t coincide with my birthday?