A Bit of a Do
Herself has a birthday next week. I know this because she has been dropping very subtle hints for the last few months. You know the kind of thing? “What are you getting me for my birthday which is only X … Continue reading →
Category Archives: The Family
Just blame me
It has happened again. Once I say something or do something, life takes a twist to prove me wrong. Take the heatwave we have been having in Ireland. The hottest period since nineteen seventy something? Yes, that was all down … Continue reading →
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As days go, today is a quiet one. Herself has been watered, sedated and locked in the attic. The cat and the dog are fed. Time for Me Time. Actually it shouldn’t be quite so much of a quiet day … Continue reading →
The Accidental Tourist
I’m sitting here waiting for some news. Some time today Daughter is having an operation on her leg. In Lanzarote. Now why would she have to go all the way to Lanzarote for an operation, you ask? Knowing my Daughter … Continue reading →
Dancing with dinosaurs
Today is a “special” day, and as such I won’t be around. Herself has marked it as “special” because it’s her 70th birthday. I’m not quite sure what is so special about 70 years. It’s not that different from 69 … Continue reading →
On being the Patriarch
My Dad died forty two years ago this week. When you think about it, the bloke who is now supposedly leading our country wasn’t to be born for another three years. It sort of puts the time-span in perspective? He … Continue reading →
Birthday girl
We had a visitor yesterday [and last night]. Puppychild came to stay as she does occasionally. The problem now is that Puppychild is no longer a child, nor does she hanker after being a puppy. Fo those who don't remember … Continue reading →
Bring back Pong
I woke yesterday to discover my Tinnitus was in full swing. Normally it's just the same old whistle at a volume I can easily tolerate but yesterday it had racked up to the top of the scale and had been … Continue reading →
They grow up so quickly
I have been doing a little light hedge trimming lately. This may conjure up an image of an old gentleman with a pipe stuck in the corner of his mouth gently snip snip snipping away at a manicured hedge with … Continue reading →
Brainwashing the brainwashed
The Daughter and Grandkids were up here a week or so ago. Everything was grand – we were chatting away, Sir Fartzalot was out in the garden freezing his arse off and Puppychild was mooching around as eleven year olds … Continue reading →
