Thought it was 4-30pm and it's actually 5-30pm and why do I look at the clock or my watch and not on the laptop screen for the time...time don't half gallop along while I'm struggling along in its wake...calling out feebly...wait for me...wait for meee. Don't go so fast I can't keep up...
And I am loathe to say it but we could actually do with some rain...limestone is so porous that water simply drains away and a few days of brilliant sunshine means everything begins to look decidedly thirsty and starts shedding leaves in protest.
The poor tadpoles were struggling to swim in half an inch of mud so I put the hose in the ditch...much to Himself's initial disgust...he was muttering about water meters...then he saw how joyful they became ( joyful tadpoles? Oh well...) and relented and said it was a good idea after all.
We went to Roscommon town yesterday and I bought some more wool 'cos I'm going to make a Granny Square blanket...Frances has an offer on...four big balls of wool for ten euro which is cheaper than buying it on-line. And I saw some pretty cotton fabric...made myself a pair of pyjama trousers out of that this afternoon...there's enough leftover to make some lavender bags, edged with the lace I found years ago at the car boot and put away...just in case. It does seem fairly daft I suppose to make dainty little sachets that only I see but on the other hand, why not...
Most of the flocks of sheep we saw in the fields on the way to Roscommon have been shorn...they look quite strange until their fleece begins to grow isn't used for anything nowadays...just thrown onto the muck heap or burnt. They are sheep for eating rather than sheep for wool. Much the nicest wool for knitting is from the alpaca...very soft and not in the least itchy. Sheep's wool can be awful scratchy...well, the wool isn't, but it can make your skin itch.
There was a time when Roscommon town was the centre of the wool and lamb trade for Connaught...there are still many flocks kept but there are no longer wool auctions. The people who knit now have grown used to brightly hued acrylic I suppose, that can be thrown into the washing machine though there are some diehards who still spin and weave using the original fleece.
A butcher in the town sells whole use as a rug or on the bed...I'd love one, but daren't go in and ask him how much they are and anyway it'd get covered in dog hair after half an hour. Some are au natural and some are dyed shocking pink and violent blue...
Wouldn't want a dyed one.
Himself has a couple of courgette plants with dozens of baby courgettes in the poly-tunnel...along with other my next item on the to do list is to make Ratatouille to put in the freezer...not overly keen on aubergines so I'll probably leave them out. They always look so appealing but I think they taste sort of...soggy.
Supper next methinks.