3 new families have relocated to our environs in the past month bringing 14 sprogs into the wilds.
The youngsters are excelling themselves, trapping crows in laundry baskets* and excelling in the local school.
The parochial elders organised babysitting arrangements tonight to enable the parents attend a “meet and mingle” event in a local hostelry. This noblest of ideas coincided with a local icons Singer of the Month competition where the laurels went to the wife of one of our new arrivals.
Now Jim generally wins this himself, after a few rounds of voting and several efforts, but tonight he was magnamious in defeat, welcoming in his presentation of the mythical award and a fucking hoor of a night ensued.
Rural Ireland is unbowed, unbroken and unbeatable.
- A rural custom well recognised here.