11-12-2016, 05:46 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
"On a day like today, we all just passed away"
love that Gumbud.
I have a sneaky suspicion something is being planned behind me back for this years Christmas and it ain’t no Panto.
Two of the wife’s widowed sisters are visiting more frequently than usual, nearly everyday now since last Monday, the three sisters congregate in the kitchen for so called coffee mornings, cool red coffee in crystal glasses poured from dark bottles. Whispers whisp through the kitchen door every time the dog pushes his way in and out, as small dogs will, and by careful analyses of the whisps I have pieced together a vision of a four day Christmas break in the Gleneagles Hotel in Killarney.
I happen to know that Phyllis will be free this year, no cooking dinners for the whole family as per usual, I would love to go off with her for the holiday but why all the hush hush? She knows I hate surprises. Could it be, and God forbid, that she plans to take the two merry widows with us? I brace meself fearing the worst and hoping for the best. She’ll have to book quickly and that’s when I’ll know for sure as she’ll be putting the hammer on me for the dosh.
Three women for four days! ’tis a strong man you’d be wanting for that. But if it’s to be it’ll be I’ll just have to grin and bear it, not like me to spoil things for the three darlin sisters, if only they wouldn’t natter so much when they get together, you have to chisel your way into the conversation.
I pitied John Wayne in the Quiet Man, I’m a quiet man meself, and Maureen O’Hara with her stage Irish.
Oh begosh and begorrah, I’m thinking there might be an auld oirish song comin to me now to be sure to be sure, “Ah sure it’s Christmas in Killarney and the little people dance all day, the shamrocks stickin out me arse and the wife is nattering away…"