I now understand the meaning of the word gobsmacked, the dictionary definition is flabbergasted or astounded. It is Sunday morning towards the end of October 2021, the world is trying its best to vanish up its own arse hole to escape the profundity of a thing they have called Covid. […]
Tag: Boyle
Historic Boyle Part 4
We are well into the town of Boyle on our walking tour of the history of this beautiful place. 7. Main Street We are on Main Street with the main gates of King House behind us. An impressive street acting as the main approach to King House or the Barracks […]
Historic Boyle Part 2
On my walk into town from our abode at the Wooden Bridge we have come to Shilling Hill, in the townland of Knocknashee, a reasonably modern area, with Boyle Abbey and Abbeytown Bridge on our left. This road and roundabout area was reconstructed about 30 years or more ago when […]
Historic Boyle Part 1
One of the problems of coming from the colonial world is that white people have no history except for the native history of the indigenous people they pushed to one side. That history has no real place in the European mind so they hunt farther afield. They yearn for the […]
Hangings On The Wall. Part 1
In these Covid-infested times when life is bleak and relationships can turn sour unless carefully nurtured and massaged (and plenty of that please), we need to think of the past pleasures. Life’s enjoyment has stopped, possibly forever so we need to rekindle all those lovely things that made life worthwhile. […]
Helen Patricia Teresa Malpas nee Towey
She died at 5.30pm on Christmas Day 2016 in an isolated single room in the Women’s Medical Ward of Sligo Hospital. 43 years and 252 days after our “I wills” were said on St Patrick’s Day 1973. 43 years and252 days of hard work, six kids, much happiness, some sadness, […]
The Road To Morocco – My Diary, Part 7
Having left the party early, 30 minutes after sunset, I was up before sunrise and in the watery paleness before dawn I am writing this while the bull frogs sleep and the peacocks are bristling their feathers. The dogs are alert waiting for their next adventure and the cats are […]
The Road To Morocco – My Diary, Part 3
During my third night in Marakech the dogs had been disturbed more than likely by animals but maybe they are just a tad paranoid and after little sleep I arose at 6.30am to blazing sunshine. It is going to be a scorcher. The kids must have been given tranquilisers, they […]
The Road To Morocco – My Diary, Part 2.
Well here I am enjoying my first day in Marakech, learning new things by the minute. A lunch is put out on the table: a delicious lentil soup followed by a Chicken tagine, spicy rice and a salad of beetroot, carrot and lettuce all pulled from the garden minutes prior […]
Smart Meters – A Step Too Far Part 2
Well day 2 of this magnificent struggle of one against many came to an end. An appalling day of rain and hailstones but all in all a damp squib. I was up early 3.15am ready to repel all invaders but if the truth was known,to write up yesterday’s blog posting. The […]