I woke up this morning to find the rain had passed, and i was disappointed as i had high hopes for yesterday’s deluge, i had a plan. As i returned home from work yesterday evening, taking the scenic route by the mountains, my thoughts turned to that evening’s entertainment; a front row seat in the dynasty room, with a beer on the table anda pizza in my hand and eyed watch the shower of cloud water fall onto our garden and shout to Moo Moo beside me;
“RUTH! RUTH! Would you look at that rain!”
. . . and she wouldint listen as sheed be playing word dash on her phone, but the weather cruelly hadda different plan, the serious rain was not to pass over Firhouse, only light rain would arrive, and disenchanted i moved to the living room and watched Sarah Conor escape with her male friend from the future, fromma machine determined to ruin her week, and i thought of my rain and how it had ruined mine.
It ragingly POURED here last night. So much so I channeled my Italian friend: this fucking rain! I know, you can’t see the accent here. Just imagine it, if you also have an Italian friend!
You were so lucky witchur Real rain! As awl we had was playschool . . . anyways, hope your indjoyin’ oyster season.
Damn, is it? And I’m so close to Galway… Okay, that’s my plan for tomorrow!
Ach! c’mere now hoy! These are the fundamentals of September! Schools back forever and the Clarenbridge Oyster Festival begins! Getchurr skates on baby!
Ha! No kiddies here so I’d not know about the school schtuff – except for the relief on the faces of my coworkers! But I’m on low-to-no-carb at the mo, so a nice bed of oysters could slide nicely down my gullet!
And to think I was the only one in Ireland who loves watching the rain!! 😉
Well, since we only have poverty 1,2 & 3E on the telly, watching the rain is the best entertainment we have!
Sounds to me where you live you don’t really need tv! 😉
Good call, however we all need a little bit of teevee in our lives sometimes!
And a roaring fire and a good red… or good Irish!! 😈