It’s Monday morning and I’m in one of those moods.
There is a howling gale outside and I’m cold, because I have all the windows open. I have to keep them open because the wind is making the boiler smoke. I’d switch off the boiler, but then Herself would complain. Frankly, I’d rather suffer the cold and wind.
I went down to the village to cheer myself up. That didn’t work, because there are no damned tourists around. There’s never a damned tourist when you want one, and then they appear in bus loads. Damned inconsiderate, I call it.
There was no parking either. I hate that. Surely they know I’m coming? I had to park at a bus stop, on top of a Garda ‘No Parking’ cone which I squished. Serves them right for putting it there.
They tell me that when women want cheering up, they go shopping, so I’m going to try that.
I’m going to buy one of these……..
I know it’s an SUV, but I’m getting one anyway. Just in time for the tourist season.
You’ll probably find me at the Cliffs of Moher. Or maybe Glendalough. Or the Rock of Cashel.
Or maybe I’ll just drive around Dublin Airport car park?