O.K. SO HERE WE GO AGAIN!

So I wrote this blog a few minute ago but it wouldn’t print ! So I have to write it again! Nothing much to say to be honest. Today I got a ‘yoke’ for a free ‘Breast Check’ thing. You don’t get them once you reach 70. So I will be nearly 70 in a few weeks but later than the Breast Check thing. I rang them and asked them if I could wait till I got my vaccination as I wasn’t comfortable going to a hospital before then. They said that if I was 70 that I would no longer be eligible for the free Breast Check yoke. I said that going to a hospital without it was dangerous. They said they would let me know. Life is strange and makes no sense sometimes. Thank God it ends. Don’t get me wrong. Sometimes you have had enough. Chat soon.

Tootle

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HOW IT IS

Today I went for a walk and met my friend from the gym. “How are you?” she said. “Fine, same as yesterday, how are you” I replied. “The same” she replied. That’s enough news for one day. Later on I met a man who once had a super job and with whom I once had ‘naughtiness‘. We talked about simple things. Personally I think the standard of living here is getting better but that’s only my opinion. Someone just put on Fuckbook that they didn’t put petrol in their car since November last year! I replied that I hadn’t put any in for well over a year. Some time in 2019 I think. I didn’t say that was how much I usually put in anyway. My life is simple. Although I frequently watch things on the telly box that are not. Someone said on the radio today that people are getting depressed because they have kept it away for years simply by doing ‘stuff‘. Personally I am not a great fan of doing stuff – except eating and sleeping and watching the telly. That is the joy of being old with many years of powerful experience. It’s a pity you only get to find this out when you are a bit aged. Or maybe it isn’t. Sure if you knew it when you were young you wouldn’t want to do anything at all! That’s what the germs are teaching us if you ask moi! It’s teaching us to slow down. Which is not appreciated by all the young wans hanging out by the burger bus up the road. Spreading their germs and screaming at each other. Now apparently we are to add another hour to the clock. This achieves what exactly? Something apparently. Meanwhile the people here in Eire have found another ‘person to shout at‘. Which is always very useful as it takes our minds off what is really happening. On other news I’m having a homemade pizza for my tea. Life is that exciting at the moment. On the other hand the cat has divided up the house into places to sleep at different times of the day and night. Now that is useful. Chat soon.

Tootle

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LITTLE GINO!

So I have just watched a repeat of Gino de Campo cooking by the sea in Italy. It could have been a lake though. All his programmes are more or less the same to be honest. Good looking Gino with his lovely broken English is standing by water cooking a big pot of pasta into which he puts flavoursome things. Then he drives along a mountain and says more things. Sinawil. That’s it really. But such a delight in the current climate to see him and the sun and the pasta. I have been in Italy many times and in fairness the food is pretty good. Although it doesn’t look as pretty as the telly prog. Nothing does. That’s how the telly works. Meanwhile I’m about to have a bath as the shower is broken. The young son has just come home from work. Well, he calls it that. The other one has cycled into town to do what he calls work. It’s all very different these days if you ask moi. I started life too early if you want my opinion. In those days women were treated like shit here to be honest. You couldn’t go anywhere sociable without a man! Not even into the pub – you wouldn’t be served! Although eventually you could. That’s why we all got married – it was a safer existence. Men knew this and played their game well. Though I’m glad I’m not young at the moment with all the slurp going on. Especially as the young wans don’t have much perseverance if you ask moi! I’m currently near the end of a yoke on Netflix which was quite good about three young wans who work on a magazine in New York. New York doesn’t look a bit like it really does. That’s why I’m watching it. Fiction has it’s uses these days. Chat soon.

Tootle

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SAINT PATRICK’S DAY

So today I went for a walk in the warm sunshine. Everyone was out here including little girls who wore dresses that were little bigger than a vest. I presume their parents didn’t see them before they went out to charm the world. On the walk I met a friend with whom I had a great chat including how we are both puzzled by the houses that are on display on the ‘Home of the Year’ yoke on RTE. The houses don’t look like you could live in them and show no signs of having anywhere to put a cup or saucer or anything. Not that anyone uses cups or saucers anymore if you ask moi. It’s all mugs and jugs and things. Not that they use jugs either. Or milk – it’s wrong! And tea is wrong. Everything is wrong if you ask moi. Meanwhile the sun shone from on high and the air was delightful. All the wans who are against everything went into the city centre to spread their germs around so that they could protest against germs being spread around – it’s someone’s fault!. Apparently other wans went in to protests against the sky being blue and people being able to wear jumpers. Something like that. Meanwhile I’m watching a yoke on Netflix which is all made up of course. Like real life. Apparently if you like ice cream you are hurting some people. If you like chocolate you are a danger. I’m trying to write a book – but that injures people too. We are in the age of danger if you ask moi. Fuck that. Chat soon.

Tootle

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COMING OF AGE

Sure I’ll probably be seventy before I get the ‘yoke’, said my son about getting the jab for the virus. I had just said that if the yoke is delayed any longer here in Eire that I will be old enough and might soon get it! Which would be nice because I can then go legitimately to the ‘Offie’ and get wine and go to the pet food store and get biscuits for the cat. Today I went for my daily walk just after the little brats came out of school. Not that you can call them ‘little brats‘ anymore, because officially they are apparently angels who bless our very existence. I saw 5 of them chase a young cat up the road, intent on injuring it. They nearly grabbed it and tortured it but luckily the cat got away over a neighbours high garden wall. Hopefully it has got away and found a safe place to be. Meanwhile all the politicals here are at war which makes a nice change from what is really happening. I have found a great yoke on Netflix about 3 girls who work on a womens magazine. Sometimes it’s easy to escape reality. And if that is what you need – that is what you need. Chat soon. We are not going to be here forever, thank God for that!

Tootle

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MAMA DAY!

So it’s Mother’s day and I honestly didn’t expect a fucking thing from mes lads! However whilst I was reading my retrieved from the library dump book – the eldest child comes into the kitchen and presents me with 2 Sunday Newspapers, a bottle of Bolly and 4 bars of good chocolate! A while later the other one comes in a gives me a box of chocolates! So I’m grand. Then I went out for a long walk. When I came back I showered and had a glass of Bolly. Christ life can be good sometimes! I’m watching a yoke on Netflix at the mo which is lovely – all glamour and drinks and fashion – that’s good. Meanwhile the black cat is curled up beside me on the bed. Sometimes life is simple and good. Sinawil. Chat soon.

Tootle

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A COLD SATURDAY HERE IN EIRE

So today I went for my usual walk and it was very cold. I met a woman whom I was friendly with in the gym – in the days when I went to the gym. That made everything alright. Last night I went for my usual night walk and met a man with a greyhound. I told him his dog was lovely. Then we had a chat about his dog. That again made everything alright. The current yoke is like a sort of slow motion for getting the world back in one piece. Anyway the dog was a greyhound and it was cold so yer man had put a lovely wrap on him. Today my cat slept on my coat on the bed. He knows he is loved here. Are we in some small way making our way towards a better society? Meanwhile it’s the weekend which always feels good even if you don’t work. At the moment I’m watching a yoke on Netflix called ‘The Bold Type‘ which is about 3 girls who work on a New York Fashion mag. It works for me. You just need something you like to watch. It’s different for all of us. Like the book that I am reading at the moment is called ‘It’s the Little Things’ by Francis Brennan. It’s a guide to good manners. Some people have them some don’t. Once I was going on the Tube in London all the way to Heathrow from Paddington. A young woman gave me her seat. I told a London friend who said ‘I hope you told her where to stuff it!’ I said ‘No, I thanked her very much and took it – I was delighted not to have to stand for that length of a journey’. We are all of varying outlooks. Meanwhile my house is a bit of a mess because my young lads live here. It’s not the time to be demanding. It’s also easier not too. Some might differ on that one! Meanwhile I’m having an easy life. Chat soon.

Tootle

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HARRY AND YER WAN

So Harry and his lovely wife are giving an interview tonight on Oprah. Half of Eire will be watching this Angelic couple who have done no wrong – ever – to anybody. Unfortunately his mean and awful family have been mean and awful to them. Well that’s the story anyway as it stands. That is what is being pushed by people who don’t even know the pair of them. Years ago when I worked at the University I had a boss who was young and ambitious and who treated me like a piece of dirt. She was a horrendous bully and took and took from me. Every time somebody ‘important’ came into the office she would suddenly be all nice to me. If I said that she was less than a saint then I would look like an eejit! And then when they left the office she would return to treating me like a piece of dirt. There was very little I could do about it because she was so good at the bullying and appearing nice. She used put on public displays of how she cared desperately about all the poor people in the world. Anyway she married some poor dude and then she died. You see you never really know what is going to happen to some people do you? But bullies always manage to look nice and sound good. Sinawil. Chat soon.

Tootle

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RISK SAYING SOMETHING

Some of us don’t say very much anyway. And in the current crisis when those of us who are not the loud and chatty types are unlikely to reach out much. There are many reasons for this but it’s a thing we should risk these days. If for one reason only – it means that we have a bit of human contact. I spoke to a couple with a baby today and they spoke to me. It was nice. I’ll do it again! When this yoke is finished things will be different. Meanwhile all the news on Fuckbook and the telly is about yer wan who married Prince Harry talking to yer wan in America. It’s nothing really but as there is much ‘dosh’ involved people are pumping it up. That is the way life goes. Like for a while here there was a load of schmuck talked about Romanians. Even by people who had never been there! I was there in the seventies and my memories are of beautiful meals in beautiful restaurants and drinking champagne in a field near a river with a gorgeous man. We had an assignation (for want of a better word!) that night. But when I went to his tent I realised that all the tents in the field were the same colour and you can’t go knocking on everyone’s tent! A lovely opportunity missed. That is my memory of Romania. Everyone has a different memory of everything really. Chat soon.

Tootle

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SATURDAY IN EIRE

So today was Saturday and severely like all the other days in the week except for listening to my favourite radio programme. It’s on Saturday and Sunday mornings and consists of two hours of talking to people by Brendan O’Connor. He lights up my life at the end of the week because he keeps it chipper and doesn’t whine. That’s all it takes although not many people have got that yet! Jayzis how am I going to sell a book? Sure we’ll see when we see as the man says. Meanwhile the young men who live with me don’t get on. Wait till I die and leave the house to the pair of them, then there will be some craic! Although in fairness it will suit them tax wise. On another front, the view from my windows these days is like a ‘science fiction’ movie with pairs of people walking up and down outside. It seems to get worse at the weekend so I have spent the day cutting the briars in the back garden. And if I were tempted to the dark side I would think it will never end! Although I am fairly bright so I think that eventually I will have a nice garden! That’s what the ‘Yoke’ seems to be teaching us – new tricks to have a better life. Meanwhile some schmick in Cork has organised a march or gathering or whatevs it’s called against the ‘yoke’. These things bring out all the lads who ‘organise things’. And they speak well too – well at least they have answers for everything – that is their skill. Like when your man the TV interviewer asked your man about all the eejits gathered together and not wearing masks – he just said ‘ask them‘ and walked away. Now is the time not to watch too much News on the tellybox if you ask moi. Personal health is more important than listening to eejits. Meanwhile I’m having a pizza and a glass of wine for tea soon. Then it’s telly films and my books all night. What more could you want. Well I don’t want any more. That’s my trick. My desires have gone down. Mainly because I know more stuff. That comes with age. Chat soon.

Tootle

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