Reflecting reflection

Working in my kitchen one evening last week, I caught my reflection in the back door.

Reflecting reflection

Reflecting reflection

I do enjoy my new phone, but the quality of photographs is not good. It makes me want to rub my eyes to clear them – a reminder of pre cataract surgery days.

Two pet days of calm, dry and 5°C sunshine were just a tease. I managed to go for a walk, stop for a coffee, was introduced by a very proud Dad to his new three week old daughter and then had my thatch chopped.

Today, it is back to the dreary rain soaked greyness. It rained all night and still pours down around me.

watering the garden

watering the garden

Needing distraction I went in search of a new business card…..

New Business Card

New Business Card

My new Business card came from here.


UPDATE: Al thinks (in the comments) I am adorable! I wonder  if this is what he means:



Bits, bobs and spiders.

Inhalers for asthma are in the news lately. While in the Pharmacy on Friday, I overheard the Pharmacist asking a lady to send her son in to collect his inhaler, normally she would collect it for him.

Each inhaler user was being checked to make sure they were using the device in the proper way. I suppose with time, bad habits can take over and the inhaled gas or powder does not act like it should.

If taken in a haphazard way it might:

  • Go down the wrong way, which can do damage.
  • The breathing is incorrect and the contents cannot take effect, wasting money over time.

If you use an inhaler, please go and have a refresher lesson on how to use it. It might save your life!


Spiders do not like conkers. I hear they hate them and will not go anywhere near them.

Elly are you listening?

Leave them in the bathrooms or near open windows and doors, but make sure they are well out of Buffy’s way!

Maybe I should hang a couple near the PIR in my garage, to stop spiders setting off my house alarm.


Delores at Life on a limb wrote about prank calls the other day.

It brought me back to a call my mother answered one day. We were busy in the kitchen cooking and baking for the hoards who were expected to descend on us later in the evening. Apart from the sounds of the kitchen, the rest of the house was as quiet as a grave.

Mammy was closer and her hands were dry so she went to quieten the ring, ring sound on the old heavy fixed phone on the hall table. She was back in double quick time laughing her head off.

“Who was that?” I asked.

Still laughing she told me: “Some young lad who asked if I smoked after intercourse”!

“What did you say?” I said, trying not to giggle.

“I told him I had not checked lately. And hung up!”

Is it any wonder I have a weird sense of humour!

Saturday Treat

Today I have a very special treat for you.

A guest post from a wonderfully intelligent little lady, all of three years old.

It was written in Word, thus the capitalisation, and copied and pasted by me.

I hope you will enjoy reading and give your thoughts on the meaning of the message in the comment box below.

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Will that do?

Will that do?

Buffy is fascinated with Tobias and jumps up on the chair beside me when I want to type. If I play the video clip of her playing with the ball, she goes ballistic and wants to get to the dog on the screen, once it is over she goes round the back of the laptop to find the dog! 😆

Why I was missing

Monday morning and I am still away from home. The glorious sunshine continues and at times the temperatures are way above my comfort zone. I think I was born on a bad day for thermostats… my body copes badly with extreme heat or cold.

My week began well with interesting activities right through to Wednesday night. I was due to move to Elly’s on Thursday and had arranged to meet up with one of my brothers for coffee or lunch.

Alas, I woke with a bug, and after a delayed start I thought I was well enough to keep to my plans…. thinking is one thing….

I set out to join the M50, motorway – a C-shaped ring around the north-eastern, northern, western and southern sides of the capital city, Dublin. I am no stranger to it and have been using it since it was completed in 2005. It is the gateway to reach many of my family and friends.

On Thursday I was headed for junction 13, sure it was a case of taking the slip road followed by a couple of turns and I would be there at my brother’s gate…. thirty minutes at most! Getting to junction 13 slip road was no problem. It was the beginning of a nightmare!

Before you ask, I do not use a GPS, I hate them. I prefer to look at a map, note the places I am going through and follow the road signs.

The area between Dundrum and Sandyford is now like a satellite town, buildings sprouting like weeds everywhere and no recognizable land marks to cling on to. The road signs were confusing. Very confusing. I was going round in circles, the day was getting hotter and my energy levels sinking faster than the air from a burst balloon. I pulled over.

I called my brother and he sorted me out, we had our coffee. I was poor company, but he told me it was the reason he always suggested meeting me on my turf or temporary place of abode, because unless you were actually living in the area, it was impossible to find.

I arrived back at Elly’s house mid afternoon and headed for bed. I slept most of the day and the next. By Saturday evening I was beginning to feel peckish and George tempted my taste buds with tasty morsels. It worked.

Yesterday I was well enough to join the Pratt family for George’s birthday (actual date 17th July) party/BBQ with fifteen people and ten dogs. it was fun! Well worth all the sleep of the previous days! More photos and details to follow.

My Sleeping Partner

I came too slowly, realising that I was not alone in the bed. Mmmm… It has been a long time since I awoke to having my face stroked. I opened my eyes and there he was scurrying away from me, surely I don’t look that bad when I first wake in the morning?

Now wait a minute, you don’t fondle me in my own bed and then make a run for it. I want evidence!
Where is the camera when you need it? Right young man, come out from your hiding place and face the music. Got you, a real beauty!

Do you think I should tell my daughter?