Mmm...I'd intended to write about the Tuatha De Danann...especially about Dagda's Cauldron which was one of the Four Treasures...but it's a bit complicated and my brain is clogged up and I daresay I'd get the story all wrong if I wrote it now...
There I was safely hidden away in my little shed when Jamie turned up wanting a chat...sometimes he talks a lot of rot actually...he is a teenager after all. This afternoon was no exception when he said his Mum had told him she'd get him a shed like mine...the caravan is still parked at a wonky angle and is gradually falling to bits and it's surrounded by mud and horse shite...
Good idea I said...and told him what mine had cost whereupon he almost keeled over in shock...so I patiently explained that the cost included delivery and erection and Jamie announced he'd build one in woodwork in school and it would only cost €90...that'll be grand said I...problem solved said I.
Then I asked him why two Guardia cars were parked outside their cottage at midnight the other night...he looked shifty and came up with a highly unlikely tale about 'reports of stuff being stolen from outside the cottage'...didn't believe a single word, especially as he was shuffling his feet and not looking at me while he wove this story. He said it was probably the tinkers...so I said they're not about until the warmer weather and someone would have seen them anyway...poor Jamie. Hubert would have been there in a flash with his shotgun if any suspect Travellers were around...he's itching to shoot one after Himselfs bicycle was nicked from outside our gate...
In the end Jamie sloped away looking more miserable than he had when he first arrived and I came indoors and poked about in the freezer to see if anything looked good enough to have for supper...