House painting
I hate painting. I hate it with a passion normally reserved for Brussels sprouts and Enya albums. I hate it...
Our lives
Paying €60 for a short plank in Dunnes Stores
As the economy goes up, our collective IQ seems to go down in a bizarre see-saw way that might well...
Dog Attacks
My dog is no saint. I know this. That's why I call it the Hound of Satan. My dog has...
Goodbye Auntie
My poor old Auntie departed from us in recent weeks, leaving all who knew her bereft and distraught. We loved our...
Heedy Mortal moves on
Given the choice between a good man and a saint, I'll take the good man any day of the week,...
Hound of Satan chewing my letters
Since the Hound of Satan is no longer able to chew the postman, he's settled for chewing the post instead....
Back on the mainland
Keen-eyed readers will perhaps have noticed that there's been little enough activity on this site for the last few weeks...
Fathers’ Day relaxation
There's something very rejuvenating about Fathers' Day -- an affirmation that we old lads aren't completely bad after all, not...
Springtime Blues
..., the mower broke down and the yard run away with me I’ve taken to sittin’ and watchin’ it grow...
Craft Fair
Billy's on his high horse, the only kind he's able to ride these days. His jodhpurs are grubby and his comb-over...
