Shopping this morning,but none of the weird and wonderful people were out and about so I didn't have to hide down by the freezers.

I saw Jenny has been playing with flies again...her photograph reminded me of a film I saw years ago about a chap who was a lunatic...in the days when people were named so...he spent much time standing by the window of his room catching flies and popping them into his mouth. Then, when he grew bored of doing that, he asked the Doctor who was looking after him if he would be allowed a kitten as a pet...

Millie has a poorly foot...she's been licking it for the past few days and limping when she runs after her ball but she pulls it away hastily when I try to look at it...today I managed to see what was wrong and one of her claws is hanging on by a thread. I hope it'll just come off on it's own or maybe she'll lick it off. If not then she'll need to go to the vet and I suspect they'd say it'll come off in it's own good time and charge us twenty-five € for the advice.

We saw something amazing when coming home from shopping...a young Traveller couple...the girl is one of Tina's daughters...walking home from town and the lad was pushing a pushchair! Practically unheard of to see one of the Traveller men doing what is considered to be womens work...though the girl does have baby twins which she was pushing along in another pushchair, so perhaps he had little choice in the matter and had to take charge of the older toddler, women's work or not...

The headlines of the Irish newspapers are all about the Dublin person who won disgusting amounts of money on the Euro millions...94 million€...it doesn't bear thinking about. I bet our family would suddenly decide they liked Ireland and didn't mind us being eccentric after all...they'd probably hire a 'bus and descend on us en masse with big smiles and even bigger hugs.

It'd be worth it just to see all of them together under one roof...would probably end in a massacre...and I'd end up in prison serving several life sentences...

The sun came out this afternoon after a gloomy start to the day, so I sat outside and did some cross-stitch...I'm making cross-stitch lavender bags using the lavender I saved from last year but I'll go back to patchwork after tomorrow 'cos we're going into Sligo town to see if Teresa was right. While I was in hospital they stopped at the farmers store on Sligo quay and Teresa went to the upstairs part and she said it's full of fabric! Jelly rolls and fat quarters and all manner of goodies apparently...quite why it's on the top floor of the store that sells calf castrators and waterproof jackets and barbed wire I'm not too sure. Maybe it's dawned on them that farmers wives don't always tramp about in muddy boots shouting at cows...

I do have plenty of fabric...it's not that my stash has disappeared you understand...just that I don't have the fabric I actually need.

Himself is having proper sausages for his supper tonight...they'll still spit and flare up under the grill in an alarming fashion of course, whether they are proper sausages or not...and I'm having my favourite of cauliflower cheese...and we have carrots and York cabbage and new potatoes to go with it.