There was a mouse in the Princess’s classroom yesterday. The teacher stood on her chair and yelled. They all had to decamp to another room while the principal (God love him) caught it to “send to the pet shop”. He tells me he has had to fork out €800 to Rentokil to make sure that all the mice in the building make it safely to the pet shop.
And today’s links:
We get to find out what Mike has been up to. And very interesting it is too. Particularly, if you are interested in furniture and design.
My sister-in-law is losing the will to blog. Go on, give her a comment. Yes, I know, not only am I nagging for comments here but there too. It’s all too much. Thank you for commenting here, by the way. You might like to know that, on foot of that last post, my mother has offered to buy us a dryer for Christmas. Mr. Waffle won’t let her because of the environment.
My brother drew my attention to this interview by a cranky Cork footballer. Cranky, but I suppose he has a point.
Ireland has been underwater for a couple of weeks. Except Dublin. Dublin has been pretty dry. For days, the Irish Times had to put pictures of places outside Dublin on its front page. The pain. Obviously, there was a flood (ha, ha) of complaints as the Dublin Intelligencer (as my father calls it) ignored the needs of its nearest and dearest. On Monday, they could stand it no more and, with most of the rest of the country under several feet of water the Irish Times ran with “Debris is washed ashore as southwesterly winds lash the South Wall pier at high water in Dublin yesterday” and a nice picture of the local debris risk.
Blessed are the merciful, for they shall be mortified. Oh dear.