I've put a photo of Furze/ Gorse on here 'cos I couldn't put two photos on the last blog...the flowers smell like custard...a lovely sweet heady sort of scent and the bees love them...but they are smothered in incredibly sharp thorns...

Shopping this morning and the shop was as quiet as the grave...Potty Penny was engrossed in the latest copy of Hello magazine...and the usual music had been replaced with the outside broadcast from North-West radio...it wasn't actually outside...it was coming from Durkins, the big 'pub on the market square 'cos there's a big match on Sunday at Croke park in Dublin...Mayo play Dublin in the all-Ireland final and the town's gone slightly mad with banners and flags...the supermarket has had it's surrounding fences painted in the Mayo colours and everyones cars are adorned with pennants...and you can buy silly hats...if you want to. Mayo won't win of course...but everyone likes to imagine they might. And if you're thinking '''but Sue lives in Roscommon...' it's Roscommon now but it used to be Mayo so when it comes to any kind of sports everyone supports Mayo....and you pronounce it...May-Oh...
We fly the Roscommon flag just to be awkward. Well, I don't 'cos football leaves me cold, but Himself flys the Roscommon flag over our gateway...
The headlines of all the tabloids was about that mean, money grasping, O'Leary bloke who owns Ryanair and charged that poor man who's entire family was killed extra money for changing his flight...it wasn't about the cash...he could well afford it...it was the principle really...anyway O'Leary has apologised...after a fashion, and said they'll refund the extra charges. He did once moot the idea of having standing passengers on his aircraft....and someone famously suggested printing his photo on the toilet paper used on his 'planes which would quite like you to fly yourself then they could save money on having a proper pilot...
The rest of the day...after stuffing packets of cheap pasta....for the dogs, into the trolley...and deciding whether to get Ginger Nut biscuits or plain digestives and dithering over lambs liver versus pigs for Himself like it really matters and then almost shop-lifting a New Home card that I'd stuffed behind my handbag and forgotten about until after I'd paid the horrible bill...but Mary just laughed so that was alright 'cos I don't want to turn into one of those old ladies who try to walk out with a bottle of Whiskey and have to appear before the magistrates, wringing my hands and saying 'I don't know what came over me your Honour'
The rest of the day was sort of much like the day before really...picked another big bowlful of Blackberries...put the shopping away....did a bit of sewing and had half an hour on Ancestry which didn't throw up much other than an ancestor who died of the plague in Ireland...I have a feeling that the plague was confined to Dublin and its environs, but I'll have to look that up again to make sure.
The lecky man was at Jasons this morning, so I hope it's all sorted and connected and then they can finally move in...
And the biting cat came with me when I was picking the Blackberries...he yowled and cried and bit my ankles and leapt into the hedge after small defenceless creatures and peed on nettles and wound around my legs and then sat in the middle of the road and washed his bottom...
So it was an ordinary sort of a day.