Wednesday, September 01, 2004

September a bittersweet month for me. That is because it is the end of the summer, the garden is about to go dormant and it is back to school. The latter holds less dread for me now as (a) I am not a teacher T.G., (b) I have left school and (c) so have my kids. But every September that comes brings all those brats back on the roads, and even worse, their parents in their huge cars running the little darlings to school. Why can't the great lumps walk? Three miles I walked to Primary School, just from the bus station when I was at St Louis but with a huge bag of books and perished elastic in my cherubs. Imagine me at 12 lugging the huge satchel in one hand and holding up my knickers with the other. Those were the days, happiest days of my life. (Not)

The picture I am about to post is an end of summer picture of my beloved. That is a whistle in his hand and he has just broken off from playing some traditional ditty called "The Soldier's Jig" note not "Song". He used to flute in an Orange band but now he says those tunes are far too easy.


Mularky said...

Hi Nelly I enjoyed reading your blog, words fall out of the screen for me...kinda like lies flying from a childs I to am glad the brats are back to school...less chewing gum on the pavement. Oh by the way have you big hands? and do you know anything about kai...thats Cows. Im lukkin a woman to help with the ploughing and te luk efter a few beast...if a have te marry ye a was all the talk of satchels and elastic nickers has me urgements going. Well you keep on with the blogging and I will check back often to see the craic. Well done Nelly. Peace out Mularky

Nelly said...

Despite being a farmer's daughter Mularkey I'm afeard of cows.