Sunday’s child So we actually ended up hanging out with the Smiths again on Sunday! Blaise and Orla and the girls were visiting so I really went to see them. Freagh is getting cleverer all the time. I actually saw the counting in action – very impressive. It was a very pleasant afternoon.
We came home and Vinnie cooked up a feast: Pork steak stuffed with Clonakilty Black Pudding and Apricots – I still feel full.
Cool night in I was invited over to my parents’ house for dinner. Mainly to help my mother get things ready. When I arrived you could have cut the atmosphere with a knife. Dad had forgotten to order oil again. This happens every winter on the coldest day of the year. Personally I still thought the house was roasting. I have noticed that they hardly ever use their lovely fireplace so it was a good opportunity to do so. It was a very pleasant evening. However I am absolutely not hanging out with them next Saturday night!
Weekend Goth When I was a teenager this was the name given to kids who only dressed up as Goths at the weekend. These were the kids who didn’t flout school rules by wearing twenty earrings and their hair back-combed and varnished into freakish heights with egg and sugar mixes. Well ladies I am a weekday blogger which explains why there are no entries at the weekend. I am too busy having a life and fun.
This weekend I went ski-ing in Kilternan again. We were there just after 11 on Saturday morning and got some practice in before the class started. There were only 5 of us in the class and we had a very posh instructor called William. At one point he said we would definitely enjoy lessons on our recreational ski-ing holidays as the instructors “tend to be jolly humourous peopple”. Classic! He was also impressed by my ski-ing abilities. Just call me Frosty.
Vinnie told me on the way home that he reckoned I could easily be a ski instructor some day soon – not because of my awesome ability but because I am posh enough. Hmmm.
Bloody Hell So I finally saw the Spire yesterday. It was dark so I did not see it as its best. It is amazing and I say “Whisht!” to the naysayers.
Vinnie and I had arranged to meet there and go out for dinner. If you will excuse the pun, Vinnie was inspired while he was waiting for me beside the giant needle and suggested that we go and give blood. As this was one of my New Year’s Resolutions I agreed.
However, they wouldn’t let me because I got my belly button pierced less than a year ago – goddammit. So Vinnie had to go through the whole thing all on his own. And there we were with this romantic notion that we could give blood and hold hands and smile at each other and think “Ah! What good citizens we are!”. Chances are in August there will be other reasons why I can’t give blood…!
What a coinkydink! In a bizarre twist, who did we meet there but my colleague Fiona. I mean the chances of that happening. Neither she nor I had ever been there before. And before, dear reader, you start to say things like we must have been discussing it, it was also FIona’s fella who suggested they go. He has donated before. Fiona chickened out!
Smokin! The government are making noises again about banning smoking in all workplaces including pubs:
Minister to ban smoking in all public houses and restaurants
By Eithne Donnellan, Health Correspondent
An outright ban on smoking in pubs and restaurants is to be announced today by the Minister for Health, Mr Martin. The ban, which will cause outrage among publicans and smokers alike, will be announced at the launch in Dublin of a report on the ill-effects on health of passive smoking in the workplace.
Hopefully they will do something about it – I’ve just been having a cup of tea with two smoking colleagues and the stink off me. Yeuchh