I wouldn’t give that to a dog.
Neither would I.
Delicious.
In all fairness that looks like a lovely dinner.
I hope that’s not breakfast
I’ve two cans of red stripe for that.
I found Loughnanes Guinness and leek sausages in Sainsburys, made in Galway, when I was reading the ingredients and noticed they were made in Galway I was transported back to the top of the mullagmore for a few seconds, looking out over the Burren and towards Gort, unknown to myself I had started crying in Sainsburys, wishing for something, But I don’t know what, something was stirring inside me, a sense of home
I think you need to go back to the doctor mate if this tumour keeps stirring inside you
Ring the Asian girl again. She’ll stop the stirring quick enough
The stone hills are going nowhere pal. Stick with the plan. The timing is not right.
the timing might never be right, maybe that is what is wrong with me,
Have you inquired about getting the young lad into any of the local schools. That would be the first step.
You’d want to do the green cert too.
Sorrow and sadness, bitterness, grief
Memories I have of you, won’t leave me in peace
My mind is running back, to the west coast of Clare
Thinking of you, the times we had there
I walked to Spanish Point, I knew I’d find you there
I stood on the white strand, and you were everywhere
Vivid memories faint, but the mood still remains
I wish I could go back, and be with you again
I walk along the shore
The rain in my face
My mind is numb with grief
Of you there is no trace
I’ll think of this again
In far off lands I roam
Walking with you
By this cold Atlantic fog
Savage.
Perfection. A lovely bit of English mustard too.