I’m in good mood today.
Well, you wanted to know the day to day ramblings of an old fart on the side of an Irish mountain?
On Sunday I built a bird table. That conjures up images of bench saws, drills and sawdust but sadly my days of intricate carpentry are past. It was a kit I bought a couple of months ago and I had left it lying around as it involved work, which I am a little allergic to. Anyhows on Sunday I was bored so I lathered the kitchen table with sheets of plastic and old bed sheets and sloshed wood preservative all over the kit parts. It was messy but fun. I then assembled it and stuck it outside with a dollop of bird seed in it. The birds of course ignored it. Ungrateful little shits.
Yesterday I went down to the village. The only excitement down there was that there was no excitement down there. It was lovely and peaceful. I had coffee and chats with friends while Penny got her chicken and got chatted up by a couple of women. I told you my life was uninteresting and there you are – uninteresting.
Today Herself phoned the Health Visitor who of course was at home. The news is good – she’ll be back with us next week. Apparently the Health Service had been banking on the Mandatory Vaccinations so they could forcibly inject her, but seeing as the gubmint saw sense [which is quite a remarkable achievement] they decided our Visitor can’t be held back for any sound reason and have to let her go. A nice little victory for the unvaccinated?
Yesterday the meeja had a bit of a celebration – Ireland topped the million Virus cases. That means one in five of us has had the bug. It’s getting closer. There have been a few cases in the village lately. The gubmint redesigned their “Covid website” for the umpteenth time. They have to be congratulated on the singular achievement of making the site worse each and every time.
And to wrap up [pun intended] I read that an energy company in the UK has come under fire [pun intended] for giving advice on keeping warm. Apparently all you have to do is cuddle a pet and play hula-hoops with the kids. What’s wrong with that? Though the pats may get a bit pissed off at being treated like a hot water bottle, and who the fuck has hula-hoops these days? I thought they went out of fashion over half a century ago? I hope people who keep ponies or snakes don’t take things too literally?
By the way, if any of you in the UK are feeling the cold, you can always come here and clean my house?