The odd people were out in force this morning in our local supermarket...there was Potty Penny poring over the latest edition of Hello magazine...the little old man whose personal hygiene leaves much to be desired, was happily poking the fresh bread before he chose the loaf he'd liked...and Henry was wearing his wig. And I'd only gone as far as the cake display...
Then I met with Rita and Pat. They live over the fields from us and since the bridge was closed...two years ago...Pat has kept up an endless litany of complaint because they have further to go to get to town. So every single time I run into him by the tinned soup or the pilchards he accosts me with the same question...When are they going to re-open the bridge...and every time I tell him it won't re-open now because there isn't any money...so if you take it we meet every week, he's asked the same question 104 times and I've given the same reply 104 times...gets awful tiresome.
Rita was once a nun...she joined a silent order where the nuns were only allowed to speak to each other for an hour every day...she's made up for it since though...
Because the little old man who pokes the bread is quite short, he can't reach the top shelf so I always get my bread from there even if it's not really the sort I want or like...don't really want to think about where his fingers have been ...
The Douglas Hyde Annual conference is being held in the rooms above the town library so there was hardly anywhere to park...I needed to go to DewC fruits to get a couple of tins of mixed beans 'cos I forgot until I came out of the supermarket...DewC fruits is our version of a Health Food store...tiny, cramped and dark...I don't think I've ever once seen the light on actually, they just leave the door open which means in the middle of winter it's feckin' freezing...so Himself double-parked and I shot in and out again...
Douglas Hyde was the first President of a United Ireland and used to come down our street in his horse and trap to speak the Irish with the families here...he was heavily involved in bringing back the language. And he went down into the Cave of the Cat and wrote his name on one of the stones inside...I was trying to tell Caitlin that the other evening but with the general uproar of escaped horses and Jamie's puppy skittering about, I'm uncertain as to whether she heard it all.
Caitlin is like a sponge...she listens intently and you can practically see her storing the knowledge away...I'd have liked being a teacher if I'd had a class of children like her...it'd have been such an enormous pleasure. But I'd have had the noisy disruptive small people and I'd not have lasted beyond the first playtime...
It's Jamie's first day with the town tattooist...he's going each Friday to learn the art of tattooing with a view to taking an apprenticeship once he leaves school next year...I hope he remembers to stop talking sometimes.
Reuben and Teresa are sawing and hammering like demons...they're lining their shed with insulation and then putting hardboard over the top and goodness...it looks brilliant. Reuben says he'll do mine the same the next time they come over which will be lovely altogether...
We had a Chinese Takeaway for supper last night and it was seriously delicious...I had Prawn Balls and special fried rice and it was lovely...the batter round the prawns was light and crunchy rather than heavy and soggy...the men had chicken curry and Teresa had a Chow Mein which was such a huge portion she had to give an awful lot of it to the dogs...
Then it absolutely hammered down with rain all night long and kept us all awake...