It is after lights out and Michael comes down stairs to his parents. “What is it, Michael?” “I was just wondering whether you could sing me a lullaby; it’s ok, if you say no.”
Archives for February 2014
Herself has possibly started on a life of Georgette Heyer consumption. I started her off on “Arabella” and she progressed to “The Foundling”. Are these good choices? I remember I was a little older than her when I read “The Reluctant Widow” on holidays. I was desperate for something to read and I can remember sitting around the back of the tent, near the hedge, reading away while jobs were being doled out at the front. I cannot tell you how surprised I was when the hero and heroine married. “But she hated him.”
Daniel: Nobody’s perfect.
Daniel: Except Jesus, Jesus is perfect.
Me: I suppose.
Daniel: Actually, no he’s not, he’s a bit of a goody two shoes.
Herself: He’s not the brightest bulb in the barrel, is he?
Herself has begun to address Mr. Waffle and me as “sir” and “ma’am”. Too much time in the American South?
As I write there is a code red storm sweeping the country. It’s been a little unimpressive here in Dublin but talking to my sister in Cork, she said that she had never seen anything like it. Her office, north of the city had no electricity, no water (fun) and bits of the building blew away. On the 30 km drive back to the city, she passed 15 (15!) trees which had fallen on to the main road and were being chopped up to let traffic past by heroic council workers. She’s now safely at home.
And then Cork was battered by floods recently as well. To be fair Cork is always flooding. Corcaigh, the Irish for Cork, means “a marshy place”. Hey, building on the flood plain didn’t start today or yesterday. But still, I was on the phone to a colleague in Cork and he said, “I’ve got to leave now because the flood waters are rising” which was quite dramatic, I think you will agree.
Also, we have lice – only one of us so far but where will it all end?