Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
Bert, Rosie and I had a great time staying at Hanna's Close. We stayed in the Carthouse where, by coincidence , Zoe and Dave had stayed previously. It was Zoe recommended Hanna's Close to us. Naturally it's dog-friendly.
One of the best things about the cottage was the open fire.
It had all the traditional accoutrements for hanging cooking utensils on and I must be one of the few bloggers that remembers these being used.
When I was very little, sometime in the late 50s, my Granny did all her cooking like that. I remember the big black swinging pan where she fried chops and made the traditional Irish breakfast of home-cured bacon, freshly laid eggs and her own soda bread. Glorious. She had a big black pot for boiling spuds and a swinging griddle for soda bread. She must have found it very strange when she moved to the council house in Whelan's Brae.
Bert and I did our small bit of cooking on the electric cooker. We didn't think The Man would have been too impressed if we'd blackened all his pots and pans.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Pearlie will be going to respite care for a fortnight so the break continues even after we get back. Although when she's in respite Bert still continues to visit with her on alternate nights. On her first spell in the care home he went in every night and I had to explain to him that the respite was for him too.
She's difficult. Nothing pleases her. And it's not just her age because she was always like that. She does not seem to have the capacity to feel happiness or joy. Bert is incredibly patient with her and he deserves some time off.
Hannah will be looking after Bonnie, Paddy and the calves. Rosie is coming with us. She's the oldest of the dogs and won't be having many more holidays.
The wee scrabulous tourney? I expect to lose all nine of my games. It will be humiliating but sure a bit of humiliation is good for the soul. Isn't it?
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
I’m very afraid that Bert is turning into an eccentric hermit. He feels panicky if he has to venture further than Clint’s place. He uses the excuse that he’s ‘not tidy’ and I think that’s a pity because if a body is going to be an eccentric hermit, surely one of the joys is dressing just as one pleases. Take, for example, Auntie Fungus’s better half – the boul’ Paddy. He never goes to the barber, never shaves. His hair grows strangely in long straggles and he takes these lengthy tufts and winds them round his head and sticks a ‘kep’ on top of it. Sure bits poke out from underneath the ‘kep’ but this only adds to his air of carefree eccentricity.
Paddy is Bert’s role model -Paddy who, with Bert’s help, has turned a pig house into a desirable residence with partitioned rooms made from salvaged wood, mainly old school desks and snooker tables. Bert said that the patchwork effect was very interesting. The green baize, the ink wells, the desk graffiti – ‘Susan ♥ Trevor’. Bert said it was almost a shame that it all had to be covered up with plasterboard and painted. Bert informed me proudly that each and every room has a door with a letterbox – except for the front door.
I said to Bert, never mind all that, you need a haircut. He says, it’s too cold yet. I said, those wispy bits of hair will never keep you warm. You need a ‘kep’. I fear he’s planning to grow long tufty locks and wrap them round his head like Paddy. My lovely Bert – who could have been a model for Kaffe Fasset knitwear. Where did it all go wrong?
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
I propose a tournament and these are the players I'm proposing in no particular order other than that they spring to my gin-sodden mind.
The Lady Cassandra
I nominate Ed to seed the order of play for no reason other than he is a fair-minded chap not related to any of the other contestants.
Akshually to make a proper tournament we could do with 6 more players. Volunteers, suggestions, anyone?
Monday, February 11, 2008
Mergeret - will ye make me a wee bowl of panada with white bread and warm milk and a wee taste of sugar?
But we don't have any white bread.
She turned to me and snarled,
I don't know what kind of a hoose it is with no white bread!
Anyways Mergeret got the bread from Pearlie's kitchen and made her the slop and she spooned sugar over it and ate it with affected relish.
Well I won't go into details but it appeared that Pearlie was in no mood for birthdays and it all ended in tears. I did my best to keep my patience but ended up falling to the gin. And worser again ate two extra dishes of ice cream. This gin'll have to stop for it's evident it leads to harder stuff.
Now last week Matty was in despair about her best friend forgetting to take her to the chapel. Never mind it was the coldest Sunday in the world and her friend probably assumed she wouldn't want to go. Matty says to me,
I'm not going to go begging round the country for a lift to the chapel!
I spent a while last week talking her round, trying to get her to see the thing from the other person's point of view. Today I'm in despair about my relationship with Pearlie and Matty does the same job for me. And it worked. I feel much better.
That's mothers and daughters for you. Now mothers and sons - that's a whole different story.
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
First - the rules
1. link to the person who tagged you.
2. post the rules on your blog.
3. share six non-important things/ habits/ quirks about yourself
4. tag at least 3 mammals at the end of the post and link to their blog
5. let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog
I don't actually have a blog which is why I'm using Nelly's. I do have a Bebo page but I hardly ever look at it as Bebo's a bit naff. Nelly uses it to hunt out recent photographs of her old boyfriends on their children's Bebo pages. But hey! that's one of Nelly's quirks, not mine. She'll bloody kill me for telling youse about that Bebo stuff.
1. They don't know what age I am. See they 'rescued' me about 15 months ago when I was on the scunge with this Labrador. Truth is they know damn all about me. They'd heard I was ill-treated and sure I wasn't in the best of shape. But then who'd be in great shape if they weren't getting enough grub? Nelly wasn't that keen on keeping me at the start but I could tell she liked me. I took a bit of a notion of her too so I did that thing us dogs do on soft people like her. I just kept looking at her with big, sad and googly eyes and had her by the third day.
2. Unlike those other two eedjit dogs I don't do the scunging thing any more. Don't get me wrong - I like a bit of a run out as much as the next dog - but knowing my luck somebody would nab me and keep me just like Nelly did and maybe next time I wouldn't like my dognapper so much. Another thing about not doing scunging is that when the other two get away Nelly says things to me like, "At least we've got one good dog," and gives me lots of extra attention. I like attention. Anyway Nelly takes me out every single time she goes for a walk. Them other two have to take turns.
3. I'm a bit of a cat fan. Their cat is a total arse but you couldn't help but love it. Even Bert likes it and he totally hates cats. He calls it His Wee Titty.
4. I'm a bit affronted to be telling you this but I'm not actually that brave. People associate us German Shepherds with aggression and security and fearlessness. But strange dogs frighten me. What I really hate are those dogs that slippytit out of gateways and start attacking me when I'm out walking with Nells. I actually get scared going past gateways and walk as far away from them as I can.
5. I like pigs. But they don't like me. I like chasing them even if they just run round in boring circles. Nelly laughs and says, "If Clint could see her running the bacon off them!"
6. Before I get into a van or car I need to run around it once or twice to make sure that there are no enemies hiding underneath it. I don't know what I'd actually do if there was an enemy lurking there. S'pose I'd just bark a lot and hope somebody'd come and poke at them with a sharp stick.
Although I don't think Tycho will oblige. I hear his master never lets anybody near his oul blog. Then Tycho is a pedigree and probably too snobby to mix with us hoi-polloi. And of course he's awfully young. Probably doesn't even know about blogging yet. Or Bebo.
Sunday, February 03, 2008
I've decided. New spring coat needed. That oul farmer coat was getting to be too big for me anyway.
I thought 7 of these were crap. Five were OK, six were pretty good and American History X was the best of the lot.
One or two of the others I've seen bits of but not watched all the way through. Forrest Gump is one of those. The most recent film I watched was the 4o year old virgin one. It was shite. Waterworld was shite too.
Rocky Horror Picture Show
Pirates of the Caribbean
Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest
Starsky and Hutch
Lemony Snicket: A Series Of Unfortunate Events
Along Came Polly
Never Been Kissed
Meet The Parents
Meet the Fockers
Eight Crazy Nights
King Kong (1933)
King Kong (1976)
King Kong (2005)
Total so far: 4
A Cinderella Story
The Lizzie McGuire Movie
Passport to Paris
Dumb & Dumber
Dumber & Dumberer (filmed right here in May-Retta!)
Final Destination 2
Final Destination 3
The Ring 2
Total so far: 5
Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle
I Am Sam
The Whole Nine Yards
The Whole Ten Yards
Total so far: 5
The Day After Tomorrow
Seed of Chucky
Bride of Chucky
Ten Things I Hate About You
Nightmare on Elm Street
Remember the Titans
The Grudge 2
Son Of The Mask
Total so far: 5
Bad Boys 2
Lucky Number Slevin
Bedazzled--the 60s version
Ice Age 2: The Meltdown
Total so far: 5
A Bronx Tale
Children of the Corn
My Boss’s Daughter
Maid in Manhattan
War of the Worlds (1953)
War of the Worlds (2005)
Rush Hour 2
Total so far: 8
How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
She’s All That
The Wizard of Oz
Big Trouble in Little China
The Terminator 2
The Terminator 3
Total so far: 8
Jeepers Creepers 2
Catch Me If You Can
The Little Mermaid
Reign of Fire
Cruel Intentions 2
The Hot Chick
Total so far: 9
Miracle on 34th Street
A Walk to Remember
The 40-Year-Old Virgin
Total so far: 11
Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring
Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers
Lord of the Rings: Return Of the King
Raiders of the Lost Ark
Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom
Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade
Total so far: 11
Waiting for Guffman
House of 1000 Corpses
American History X
Total so far: 13
Kung Fu Hustle
Monty Python and the Holy Grail
Shaun Of the Dead
Total so far: 15
Dawn Of the Dead
Chronicles Of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
28 days later
Total so far: 17
Kill Bill, Volume 1
Kill Bill, Volume 2
Kingdom of Heaven
The Hills Have Eyes
I Spit on Your Grave, AKA The Day of the Woman
The Last House on the Left
Army of Darkness
Total so far: 17
Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope
Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back
Star Wars: Episode VI - Return of the Jedi
Star Wars: Episode I - The Phantom Menace
Star Wars: Episode II - Attack of the Clones
Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith
Ewoks: Caravan Of Courage, AKA The Ewok Adventure
Ewoks: The Battle For Endor
Total so far: 18
The Matrix Reloaded
The Matrix Revolutions
Evil Dead 2
Team America: World Police
Silence of the Lambs
Saturday, February 02, 2008
Clint has man flu. He came into the kitchen this morning to get warm water for the calves and I said,
I thought you’d been up already or I would have fed them.
I wish I’d known that for it was hard rolling out of bed this morning. I’m dying!
What’s up with you?
I ache all over. I feel terrible.
Well don’t worry. I’ll do the calves at lunchtime and I’ll get them tomorrow morning as well.
Sure I’ll have to get up anyway to see to the geese.
But you won’t have to go off your own yard. I’ll do the calves tomorrow.
That would be great. I could do with a morning off.
Meanwhile Bert is lying softly snoring in his cosy warm bed.
He gets up at around eleven o’clock.
Poor Clint is sick again. He’s always poorly, isn’t he?
Huh! Little wonder for sure isn’t he always standing about in some cold hole!
What do you mean? What’s he been at?
Take yesterday – one of the coldest days in the world. He’s standing foundering in an open-sided shed painting oul hen-houses. What need did he have to be at that!
Meanwhile you’re sensibly sitting in front of a warm stove playing your clarinet and as warm and toasty as can be.
But Clint always has to be at something doesn’t he?
Aye. Oul eedjit. D’ye know what Peter says Clint’s version of DIY is?
No. What is it?
Clint’s idea of DIY is Done It Yesterday!
Wouldn’t you wonder what drives him on?