Apologies to Sir George Bernard Shaw for the title. Yes we know he didn't write 'My Fair Lady. However he did write Pygmalion and he used to come to Glengarriff for his holidays. Him and Virginia Wolfe used to stay at the Eccles Hotel, but not in the same room or at the same time I may add.
Any road. Saturday night was a really strange night. I went out to the car about seven in the evening and all it's windows were completely frozen. Old Jack Frost had been painting everywhere. I watched X Factor (what ever happened to 'Tales From The Unexpected') and had a few scoops and retired for the night. Three O'clock in the morning (this is starting to sound like a song) and it starts to piss it down. Yes you heard that right folks. If I said it rained, it would not express or xplain the deluge that fell on our little smallholding. Pray dear reader (readers even) how can it suddenly warm up and the heavens open? It's just not possible is it? Perhaps there is some truth in this 'Global Warming' business?
|A rather splendid sunset taken from our little smallholding on the shores (fields even) of Bantry Bay. My dear old grandmother Elizabeth used to say:|
"The view won't feed you."
She was right!
Where was I? (In the barn piking straw). Yeah that's right. Here's a use for your old Wellington boots. I have even seen them used for gate hinges.
|"Welly Bob' Knife Holder. Must get it patented. "This time next year we will be millionaires."|
Here's a Billy Connolly song for you. It's very topical.
That's a funny one for you folks! See you later.