Easter Sunday

There was an encouraging comment from Brighid about this series of posts on my Flickr pictures which was very much appreciated for I was beginning to think nobody cared. I will continue until the end of April or thereabouts.

Easter Sunday. Weather wise - not a bad day. I gardened a little (sowed Swiss chard) and entertained Swisser for a couple of hours. She gave Nellybert chocolate and we reciprocated with freshly laid eggs and a couple of bottles of dandelion wine. Those new hens have been a blessing. We can give everyone eggs and call it an Easter present. Too easy. Thanks chickens.

To Flickr then. They are good ones today.

That's Hannah in the middle on her First Communion day. She only got to wear one of her new white shoes as she had sprained her ankle a few days before. She made her First Communion using a little crutch. I like this picture because the little girls had already posed for dozens of photographs and now they were having some down time. I like that they are all looking in different directions and none are looking at the camera. Technically it is not that great a shot, too much bright but it is one of my favourites. It has had 1,386 views.

This picture, the fifth most interesting, was taken on a walk close to where we live. I liked the idea of a broken down recovery truck. 345 views.

A Night In Front Of The Telly

Tonight I sat myself down in front of the television and prepared myself to be entertained and, to a certain extent, shocked. And I was. First I watched the 'Big Fat Gypsy Wedding' thing and I was horrified at that poor child galumphing to her First Communion in a pink meringue of a dress that, we were told, weighed twice as much as she did. I'd like to have seen Father Davey or Cassie O'Neill's faces if any child had appeared at the altar rails wearing that contraption. I actually don't mind the dresses that these girls favour - it is, after all, their style, their thing but the huge gowns do not enhance the wearer's grace or elegance. That 16 year old girl who got married looked like she was tramping through a muddy ploughed field instead of gliding up the aisle. Oh well. I should talk. I do a fair bit of galumphing myself and that without being hampered by a dress that weighs more than I do.

Then I watched 'Shameless' but not for long. Far, far, too rude and gory. Hard to take when you're sober. Early night for me I think.

And four more days of work to go. And an orange to eat.