We went into Roscommon town and the sun shone and everyone was strolling about but the air does have a sharp nip to it out of the sunshine...
It was pleasant though and I managed to get all the odds and ends on my list, apart from the glue I need which wasn't to be had anywhere. France's shop had some off-cuts of what looks like oil-cloth but isn't really...it's a plastic sort of cloth. I bought some to cover the top of my new work bench and put it on with double sided sellotape when we came home...looks fine and has the advantage of being sponge cleanable.
While reading something the other day there was a tip for resting your glue gun when it's on and oozing glue all over the place...a little silicone baking thingy ...apparently the hardened glue comes off really easily. So I went into the horribly named Slaughter House...'we slaughter prices!' and rooted about in there and found a little dish to bake very small cakes in...it was only a euro. And they had packets of paper doilies that I use for the cards I make...so picked one of those up as well...those sort of shops throw up all manner of surprises...everything from cheap furniture to tubes of toothpaste made by firms you've never heard of. The girls who work in there are all Eastern European and have loud raucous laughs and virtually perfect English with strong Irish accents...they are great fun.
There are wide steps coming from the shop entrance where people sit and have a smoke or read the paper...eat an ice-cream and so on. When I came out, there was a young couple with a baby whose face was being stuffed with yoghurt, and a very small Yorkie dog neatly dressed in a little coat with a hood...he didn't have the hood up though. He was licking up the spilt yoghurt with great enthusiasm.
And I met with Jerry who is heavily involved in all manner of charitable events...Jerry is a big man with a long white beard and moustache...he paints his toenails pink and wears a selection of those lovely round embroidered caps that come from the East...only one cap at a time though. Luckily I managed to dodge his bear hug without it looking as though I had...his wife is a bit fierce and looks pained when he hugs his friends...actually, she scowls.
It's Alex's birthday today and I was puzzled as to what small gift we could give him until we went into Lidl's and found some skeletons with light up eyes...they're intended for Halloween, but his birthday is close enough and I thought it'd be the sort of object a nine year old would like. Or else it'll give him the heebie-jeebies and Wendy'll never forgive me...
There were some brilliant cobwebs as well, with a packet of fluorescent spiders to put on...
Wendy doesn't have cobwebs...don't think the spiders would dare make any.
I'm away to find my bike while the dogs are eating their tea and then they won't notice I've gone...