Took a drive through the wilds of Connemara yesterday with the cousin who could do with lessons in nosiness ...
In the rain...miles from anywhere....not a house, barn or church in sight we rounded a corner and almost collided with a young man who was stacking chairs.....at least a hundred, wooden, painted and seemingly new chairs.
Now I would have had to stop and ask him why he was there with the chairs... what he was going to do with them and who owned them.......not the cousin.... he drove on.
So....are men not as inquisitive as women....and what do you think he was doing with the chairs?
Off into town for a Guinness now......that'l
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please the man who has to fix the internet every time I use it...Sláinte..
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Wouldn't it be dull if we weren't curious? My curiosity has made me some great friends here...including Patrick......we are getting on great.....mmmmmmm..x
Boxy.....I have been singing in the pub below....me and a chap with the wildest hair singing in Irish.....much to the amazement of my family.....can't fiddle and the bruises from my Irish dancing at the wedding are still showing so I'm giving up on that....xx
I had to visit a psychiatrist once. He said, "Sit down in that chair and tell me all about it". I said, "It looks like a cheap reproduction Queen Anne, but that's not what I came to see you about".
Boxy....been here nearly three weeks......been joining in with the sessions in the pub below but the festival has made the pubs busy so I'm in the lounge here with the internet fixed for me by Patrick....and a nice bottle of red.....x