Raindrops on Roses…

And whiskers on kittens? Perhaps. But here are a few of my favourite things 🙂 Well given that I really have to stop being super lazy and write posts, and due to the fact that there was thunder here today, I’m popping in a new topic. Things I love. You know, the things that make … Continue reading

A day at the GAA

A day at the GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Or G.A.A as those less farmery pronounce it. But really is the Gaah. Traditionally the typical gah day can go one of two ways. A blaring sun shining down on a pitch packed with supporters, everybody looking nicely burned and sweaty to boot, and the crowd shouting themselves hoarse at … Continue reading

Photo of the day 04

Another of my favourite oldies: I do believe I was attempting to say something to the tune of ‘Ah here, you with the city accent, I’ll show you how that’s done. (Alternatively, ‘Out of the way Boy, I’ll show you how it’s done’) You in the dress, get back from these, this is no place … Continue reading

Photo of the Day 03

This is very possibly my very favourite photo. Ever. It is just fantastic. Well done to Daddy-oh for getting that one, many many a year ago.

Corgan’s day out

It was windy out. It was cold. It looked like rain. There was only one thing for it, we were going to the beach. What else would you be doing in cold, wet and windy weather. So after inducing a healthy level of excitement in Corgan, we opened the boot and in he jumped. And … Continue reading

When I was young I wanted to be…

Belle. From Beauty and the Beast. Looking back on it, it all makes perfect sense. Her obsession with books, her insisting that her father wasn’t crazy despite him being as mad as a hatter (Hi Richie!), her tendency to sing to sheep and other animals like it was going out of fashion. It was pretty … Continue reading

Ah the sunny days of yore

Long long ago, back in a decade of purple shiny leggings and crimped hair, I survived the 90s. As a child. It was tough. But children can be forgiven for 90s fashion. They didn’t know any better really. And photos were less rife then, thank the lord. As this was before the days of broadband, … Continue reading

Days up the mountain

So long ago when I was but a young ‘un, I would go to my friend Peter’s house. Acquainted since we were merely 1 week old, Peter and I grew up living in each others houses. He lived on the side of the mountain, which provided us with ample adventure territory. I have mentioned my … Continue reading