A horrid very wet day today...and it's chilly.

Shopping this morning, where I was constantly dodging out of the way of various folk I'd prefer not be become entangled with. Quite why we know so many of the lost and bewildered I honestly can't imagine...unless they spot a kindred spirit of course...!

I'd have cheerfully kicked Himself on the shins as well when he said too loudly and too clearly that 'it's like being in the Punjab' when we were passing a group of the Indian people who work in the supermarket...luckliy they were chattering to each other and I doubt they heard him...anyway, he hasn't a clue what being in the Punjab is like. One of them is such a miserable grump...he's in charge of the butchery department and is always sour-faced and constantly using his mobile 'phone...I like Asif though...he's young and handsome and lifts big bags of potatoes into my trolley and always greets customers with 'How're you doing' which is proper Irish.

Having so many Indians working there has huge advantages because they are selling more and more in the way of Indian foods...including terribly exoctic looking fruit and strange vegetables...well, they're strange to me but not if I knew what to do with them...could ask I suppose but I tend to stay with broccoli and carrots and suchlike...there are big bags of basmati rice...I did buy one of those and the rice tastes much better than the rice sold in the smaller bags...there are Indian biscuits and hundreds of different spices and chutneys which I think are to be put into curries rather than eaten the way we do with a cheese sandwich or a pork pie.

I walk along the aisles having a look at this and that...carrot jam? and then discovered a stand of incense which I burn practically all the time 'cos it disguises the smell of wet dog quite effectively...it is seriously cheap and awful pungent. The lavender one smells nothing much like lavender at all actually though it does hide the smell of Lilys breath when she yawns.

There is a special offer in the shampoo and facecreams and so on...buy two and get the third free so I hunted about for stuff I thought I needed...some anti-wrinkle face cream sounded good though I doubt it can tackle my wrinkles, they've gone too far and are quite beyond help now...and a yummy smelling hand cream and a sort of pretend perfume spray. All for 5€...I'm totally useless at finding decent bargains so I was pleased with my purchases.

This afternoon was wet and throughly miserable so I had some time on the PC and Ancestry...and found a relative who died in Oman in the early 1800's which I thought was made up by someone with a vivid imagination but looked the whole address up and lo and behold it does exist. Can't find out anymore about her yet..I wonder if she was a missionary...

Des found another Irish relative who was in the R.I.C....the Royal Ulster Constabulary...he was stationed in a barracks in a village near where we live in the 1920's so next time we go through there I'm going to see if the barracks still exist. The one in our village is now a private house, which is probably the same as most of them nowadays. We have several R.I.C. people in the family...one was shot dead in a skirmish leaving a young widow and many children,
but most lived until a ripe old age on a meagre pension.

Des found a forger recently...he was a bank clerk and was sentenced to six months in Cork prison which can't have been a pleasant experince at the turn of the twenthieth century...he is or was, a one of those third times removed cousins of a first cousin...so not a close ancestor.

I'm still dithering over whether or not to put everybody I find down in the tree...there are so many babies who didn't survive beyond their first year...poor little beggars probably died of something really simple that a baby nowadays would brush off with no harm done...but the average family was so enormous...twelve or fourteen children and then when one spouse died the remaining husband or wife remarried and went on to have even more children...the record so far is a paternal cousin who married three times and had twenty-four children with his wives. And he called all the third batch by the same names he'd chosen for the first family...mind you, most of the first family had died by the time he married for the third and last time so I don't suppose it much mattered...

But just imagine putting all those people down on paper on a proper tree...I think I have just over four thousand relatives so far in the Irish and English families...and that isn't counting Himselfs people. If we had a spare wall...which we haven't...I thought one way of remembering them all would be to write their names and dates on a wall...in decent writing of course so they weren't just scribbled anyoldhow...come to think...I do have a spare bit of wall in the kitchen.

So, that was my day...I'm away to make the supper now...Himself has a meat pie from the meat counter and I'm going to have my second best favourite of pasta and cheese 'cos the caulifowers were not worth the buying...