Christmas stuff in our supermarket! Practically on the next shelves to the Halloween rubbish...and the Halloween stuff is seriously rubbishy...plastic pumpkins in bright orange filled with peanuts and extremely unscary witches...also in plastic...with wands that light-up in the dark. They're next to, what I strongly suspect are left over from last year, tins of fancy biscuits...all half price so they're worth getting if you happen to like fancy biscuits. I just read the list of ingredients which would easily cover both sides of a piece of A4 paper and that immediately puts me off buying them...

Himself does love sweet things, so I get a tin for him and squirrel it away where I hope he won't find it...

They've started a savings scheme in the shop...you get a stamp for one euro and put it on a card and you can save it up or spend it as you wish...so I've joined 'cos there aren't any catches or obligations and I read the small print very carefully before splashing out on five euros worth of stamps and sticking them down on my new card...Jurgita was ferreting about in a plastic sandwich box under the counter for the stamps so it isn't terribily well organised yet...

The shop owner, who used to play Gaelic football for Mayo in his youth, had all the wooden fences painted in Mayo colours before the big match in Dublin last weekend...Mayo lost of course...I'm wondering if he'll have them repainted now...they didn't stand much chance of winning, but had so much support...

I read about a total eejit in England who has been accused of violent affray after a football match there in April...he thumped a Police horse on the nose. He's forty-five years old....wouldn't you honestly think he could get a feckin' grip of himself and behave properly when he's out. The Police horse...whose name is Bud...wasn't hurt.

And another daft news item...since William and Kate poised with the baby and a black spaniel, the black market in black spaniels has gone through the roof...gangs are stealing peoples pets to order. My parents had spaniels when we lived in France and they both suffered from epilepsy and used to get ear canker and mites and ticks and used to come out of the forest with dead things hanging out of their mouths...don't suppose William and Kates spaniel would be allowed to have fits or pick up things long dead and smelly...

There was a not quite expired mouse in one of the traps in my workroom yesterday and Eilis took it outside and buried it...poor little sod was still waving it's legs in the air...so Himself dug it up again and despatched it.

I haven't done much on Ancestry this week apart from knocking people off the tree who ought not to have been there in the first place...I do tend to get quite carried away and add people without making certain they belong where I've put them. But I am related to William the Bastard or William the Conqueror as he's better known... and through him to King Henry1st and Duncan 1st of Scotland and then down through the centuries to me. Black Agnes is there and the wife of the man who was hung, drawn and quartered and then the tree veers off at a tangent to some early American settlers before coming back to England with occasional forays back to Scotland and Ireland...there are a couple of Abbots...a Reverend, though I suspect he was a self-styled Bible thumping Rev...some Barons, a Viscount, and a sprinkling of Sirs.

Oddly enough, there is little verified information about William the Conqueror apart from the certain fact he was bastard born. It's actually easier to get much further back by following another branch of the tree when you begin to come across the Vikings and Icelanders...I'm still waiting for a flash of inspiration to put all those branches together...wouldn't it be grand so to have all those people written down in one enormous tree!