Another Week Gone...

Oh look it's Saturday again...doesn't the time fly!

I ought to tell you about our week I suppose...but it's been awful quiet.

New people have bought Georgina's house on the crossroads...they're Italian. Apparently he can't speak a word of English which he'll have to change 'cos they've opened the house as a Bed and Breakfast again...they've called it The Golden Eagle...have a small stone eagle at the end of the path.

Georgina had the house as a B@B...fishermen mostly...she'd drive them down to the Lough every morning if they didn't have transport and then into town at night so they could have a meal and lean on the 'pub counters while expounding on the merits of Bream...

Next doors son on the other side of us has begun to cut the roadside grass...Frank started that you know...he cuts the grass with his posh ride-on mower...Himself does the bit outside our cottage...we'll look awful smart. It'll stop the council men with their nasty whirly blades chopping everything to smithereens...

Wendy's put her horses on the spare bit of land beside the Italians...they lean over the fence looking bored witless.

Nancy chased the little feral cat...Himself was a bit cross actually 'cos he looks out for the cat every morning when he takes the dogs out for their walk...Nancy waits for him in Tom's yard and tags along...but she's a devil when she sees a cat...she jumped up at the man from the computer shop when he was out walking down our street...frightened him half witless, though she means no harm...

Jonathan's silage has been cut and baled...his Dad...Paddy...has been moving it today. Bringing it back to the farm to be stored for the winter...

Tommy, the postman, has been on holidays this last week...we've had the young lad instead...he drives like a demon, but then I expect he's anxious to get home to bring his silage back...he didn't bring us anything exciting...just flyers from the supermarket and the telephone bill.

I ordered a salt lamp from Amazon and 'payment was declined'...there's plenty enough money in my account though...couldn't be bothered to complain...it'll be cheaper to buy one from a shop here anyway.

The Gooseberries need picking...might do that tomorrow...I'll give some to my friend Elsie...she hasn't done her garden this year.

The Moth Mullein flowers are out...and the wren who nested in the old apple tree is feeding her second brood...

It's been a quiet week.