Monday, October 18, 2004

A Good Egg

On my little strolls outside I have been finding hard-boiled eggs lying around. This puzzled me. Bert likes an egg so why would he throw them outside? Were hard-boiled eggs served at Laura’s party, and did the guests place them under hedges for some kind of amusement? Maybe the same person who put vol-au-vents in my dryer did it? There are some very strange people around. None of these explanations made any sense.

Now I admit I did not smell these eggs nor did I nibble at them but I have come up with a theory. Our friend Ian occasionally gives us food parcels. When he gets concerned about his nutritional intake he redds the cupboards of food he considers unhealthy. Once we got a big bag of pot noodles. I took them straight into work where the hungry clients fell upon them like a pack of ravening wolves. The last time he gave us a food parcel it contained a jar of pickled eggs. Pickled eggs? As if I would. But Bert would and he must have given the dogs a share. And they not being overly keen on pickled eggs must have left them past for a time of famine. So problem solved. I’ll check with Bert when he gets home.

Now if Swisser were an egg she wouldn’t be hard-boiled and she certainly wouldn’t be pickled or fried. She’d be a good egg, maybe slightly scrambled but that’s no bad thing. That’s why we love her. She may not be a Professor yet but she’s certainly nutty. Yesterday she showed me where the beavers build their structures on the River Bush. I had to tell her there were no beavers in Ireland which is much better than laughing at her behind her back. She’s got a good sense of humour. She loves dogs. She is extremely kind and a fond mother and friend. Let’s laugh with her to her face from now on.

And down with Ploppy-Pants.

3 comments:

Bogtrotter_1 said...

Ah thought ah better get round to commentin' on some o' Nellys aul blether...mind u she's got a fair aul bit tae chew ur way through...not a gud thang when ye hae aul knarly grinders like mine...I'll soon need wan o' the waynes tae gae me grub a grindin' 4 for me...u know the way them aul eskimoes do...n e hoo... I digress, The reason I am here Nelly, is tae bring ye up tae date wi the goings on out round Carsons Town...Oh aye and just tae let ye know that I do drap in every now & then tae read ur wee blog thingie....There is a new addition out round these parts....name o' "Bud" a wee long haired jack russel,(pix to follow) He's got them aul eyes that wud saffen the hardest heart... and cud pish & shite 4 Ulster...He wuz liberated from a run in Dunclug yesterday by a car load o' stoners, me sel and Shauna included...and from there he was transported to Layd Church, to get the aul Celtic vibe...I'll have tae get him out a run tae Cullybecky 2 c yous boyz in the near future...That's all for now Nelly...plz consider ur sel "up to speed" Tam Clarke for Carsons Town News.....Peace, Luv, & all that good Shit....

Anonymous said...

can we hav some clues on who ploppy pants is? i have a few ideas but don/t know for sure, hannah

Nelly said...

Good tae hear frae ye Tam. Lukkin' forwart tae seein' yer wee doag.