“Ya wide about what’s happening?”

like many people who work, i have two days off a week, and on occasions i must take them when it doesint suit . . . me, such azza Monday, orra Tuesday, orra Wednesday, a Thursday, Friday and so one and on and on and I do like those mid – week days to myself as i spend them listening to RTE Radio 1, which reminds me of my mother, as the channel would always be on at home azza child, and azeye think of her now, i remember her gift to both me and moo moo last Christmas when she produced a gift card for two nights B & B inna hotel outside Galway.

“Now! you two, just relax and leave the dogs at home and . . . and . . . and you two just . . . relax, you’re always going here and going there and you can never just stay in the one place and do nothing, so you enjoy this break and RELAX

. . . and we did, leaving early from work onna Friday afternoon, listening to Newstalk with George Hook, who kept us company the entire journey, which took just under two hours, arriving at our hotel just after six;


where we checked in and took a beer from the bar outside and indjoyed the view from the terrace above the main road;


. . . and when we weer finished we showered and changed and left for the large town behind the hotel, stopping first inna bar called O’Connells onda square;


where we smoked our smokes and drank our drinks in the large yard out tha’back and met Mark witha beard from down south who was alone waiting onna friend, and when she arrived we left but not before saying goodbye to our pals with the tats from Dublin;


We had booked a table for two inna restaurant named Aniar, the only Michelin star’d restaurant inda whest, although i had seen the menu andeyed read the reviews so i thought to myself NO! it seems a bit pricey for what you get so . . . i phoned them and cancelled and booked a different restaurant inna different part of town for the two of us and after our five drinks onda square myself and my stumblie wife walked towards our new adventure and by the tim we got there, well . . . it was dark;


. . .and we waited outside forra while and then weer asked to come in;


. . . where we indjoyed a luvvely meal at luvvely prices and afterwards thought? itz time to go home, so we did where we viewed the view drunk;


. . . and talked the talk offa drunk to Rick from Minneapolis , and then we went to bed, where we slept inna BIG bed.


Ask not what you can do for your county council…


It’s bad enough that, in Ireland, town and county councillors get very well remunerated for doing what was originally designed to be a voluntary or part-time vocation. By the time you add in their lucrative expense accounts, some of them are taking home six figure sums for attending the odd meeting or conference, going to a couple of funerals, turning up at a few GAA clubs and sitting on as many boards as possible (that’s where the real money is!)

But now we hear that those, who are so useless, we eventually copped on and voted them out of their sinecures, are to get golden parachutes to soften their landing.

Councils have set aside over €20m to fund the gratuities to councillors who lost their seats in the recent local elections, which they are contractually obligated to pay.

It’s a win-win situation for our councillors… Get overpaid for doing a handy job (while holding down another) and then get overpaid for being turfed out of that job. Sweet!

Credit where credit is due

luxury dog kennel

Following on from last week’s ECB decision to cut interest rates to a record low of 0.05%, IBEC reports that the average mortgage monthly repayment in Ireland has fallen by €766 per month (€9,000) per year.

Spare a thought for us mugs on a variable mortgage (who didn’t know what a tracker mortgage was).

The banks are losing their shirts on the trackers but making up for it by fleecing those on variables.

Every time the ECB increased rates our variable mortgage went up accordingly, but as they have continued to fall the banks have pocketed the difference.

We now continue to pay a rate of 4.5%.  I estimate the bank is making around €600 per month from us alone.

I have no issue with repaying a loan that I knowingly took out, but it galls me that our repayments are not in line with the market rate on account of the banks trying to offset the losses they are making on loans they aggressively pushed during the credit years.

Kilmashogue Forest Park, Dublin Mountains

While we were on our two week staycation, we took the opportunity to bring Delaney and Bonnie on an afternoon stroll to Kilmashogue Forest Park at the start of the Dublin Mountains. It’s only 10 minutes drive from our house but the views across the city are spectacular and luckily the rain held off.







Dog Day Afternoon

the grass had been cut and the frigo was in the process of defrosting, we hadint taken any alcohol the night before so we were in tip top shape to walk the two bitch faces the five miles into town.  it was my idea and i didint know how this episode would develop, would bonnie manage to escape from her new green harness and get knocked down as she raced across the busy thoroughfares of the black pool?  would delaney howl incessantly at perceived threats from smaller fox looking dawgs?  would moo moo manage to last the distance? only nogodd knew.

we left at nine on our summer adventure into the unknown.

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. . . and the walk took us underneath modern concrete bridges bridging the dothra


. . . past halting sites with funny remarks graffitied on peach coloured walls


. . . and down narrow green countried urban lanes


. . . toward emptying suburban villages on the outskirts of the city.


and when we got tired . . . we bought cardboard cups filled with coffee togo in dog friendly kaffs


. . . and when we were thirsty we drank beer for breakfast outside large industrial food enterprises where delaney just . . . just . . . just thought about why we would drink beer so early onna grey Wednesday morning? and we knew there was no point in explaining to the dawg that thatz how we roll on our holidays


but! we would eat baby, chez max who weed meet on Castle Street, and possibly take a bottle of madiran with . . . anda cheese and meat platter and yewed have none dog, ’cause . . . well yurra dog.

and we did, although i just couldint indjoy itt as i was nervous that the two ones would get the smell of meaty goodness and manage to take of their harnesses and harass the tourists, and awl i could see were flying tables and weeping men with their crying wives, although thankfully none of those premonitions occurred and instead i suffered a stomach of indigestion washed with wedd wine.

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Our adventure was a success, and one weel take again in the near future and it took our mind of the death of poor She Ra, Princess of Power who was put down early Saturday morning as she was not improving and was miserable.

As for the present? we have two tired august gurls asleep in the dynasty room