On Friday, the school allowed the children to dress up as a figure from celtic mythology or Irish history. The Princess spent weeks thinking about her costume and putting it together and eventually went as a druidess [is that actually a word?].
However, in her year, the whole dressing up thing seems to have peaked and most of the other children just wore Leprechaun hats and t-shirts saying “Kiss me, I’m Irish” [thank you America, sigh].
There were three other children in her class who had dressed up: a girl as Aoife (the evil step-mother in the Children of Lir), one boy as Michael Collins and one boy as Bobby Sands. There are quite, um, green, elements in the school.
“What did J wear as Bobby Sands?” I asked.
“His swimsuit and a blanket.”
I’m really sorry I missed that.
In other news, even though it is a bank holiday, there is still GAA training. Horrific. We skipped it. We’d already been to the parade; how much should one family have to suffer?
Climbed the Sugar Loaf over the weekend. Obligatory photos:
And a happy St. Patrick’s Day to you too.
All of those lovely photos and all we really want to see is the Bobby Sands costume.
I know. Apparently he took off the blanket while playing football during break. He must be as hard as nails.
I like the Princess’s druid costume. She looks rather alarming and I’m just glad I’m not a sprig of mistletoe.
In Trinity in the 80s, a regular motion for debate was “That our children will revere the memory of Bobby Sands”. Now we know.
Oh mistletoe, we should have thought of that. Alas, fair maiden.
MT, indeed.