Changing days — 3 Comments

    • Some, like sacks of potatoes or carrots, or indoor bunting for birthday parties goes to the daughter.  Most of the rest I use.  Granted I didn't need a spare hand lantern a cool box but they'll come in handy sometime.  Herself uses the thermal mug and the Mickey Mouse neck cushion every day.  I haven't started on the jig-saw yet, but it's a nice picture.

  1. I use Sunday supplements for lighting coal fires. I pass on to a friend the Sunday 'magazine' of the Sunday Times or the Sunday Biz Post, whichever one I buy. Occasionally I just buy the Sunday Turd – to relish the crime and sex stories, written in simple Junior Cert sentences, and the balancing spiritual observations of the showbiz chaplain, Fr. Brian Darcy. God be with the simple days when there were no supplements (they're just excuses for advertising revenue anyway) and newspapers could be freely used at local fish and chip shops for wrapping cod-and-chips, sausages-and-chips and exotic curried chips. But the busybody health bullies at the EEC in Brussels and Strasbourg made it illegal to recycle newsprint in that wholesome way. Soon they'll be thinking of banning deep-fried cod too. It's time to oil the blunderbuss in the attic.

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