Michael: Are we going to grandma and grandad’s house?
Me: Not today, sweetheart.
Him: Hysterical sobs.
Me: Why do you want to see grandma and grandad so badly?
Him: Because their house is warm. I’m always freezing here.
As you can tell, the insulation crisis continues unchecked.
I was relating this hilarious tale to a colleague and she became very concerned on my behalf. I was bemused; when I was a child it was completely normal to be frozen all the time, I used to have to get dressed under the blankets in the mornings. This Celtic Tiger has a lot to answer for.
Meanwhile, herself is busy practising for the nativity play: “Ní raibh aon leaba le fáil do Mhuire agus Iosaef” [Go on, non-Irish speakers, guess what it means using only your knowledge of infant nativitiy plays as a guide]. You may care to consider this in plain clothes (not quite the right text) or dress rehearsal version.
Warning, long and only very loosely related story ahead.
When I lived in the Inner Hebrides, my five-year-old brother was in the school nativity play. He only had one line “I AM HEROD, I AM THE KING”. He had never heard of Herod but there was a well-known inhabitant on the island who originally came from the Isle of Harris. On the big night, my brother stood up in front of a packed church hall and announced “I am the Hearach, I am the King!”.
(PS. I seem to remember ice on the inside of the bedroom windows at around the same time)
Chilblains are part of our traditional way of life.
May I suggest cling film on the windows to stop draughts? Admittedly a very studenty look but my it’s effective. And then vests, really.
Lesley, I like your story very much. Yes, Eimear, yes they are. Really, clingfilm? Will investigate.