Tis true, I am not telling YOU gross fibs, there are, at this very moment, three Irish Dear Readers reading MY Blog.. yippee.. yippee!
Do YOU think they know that SHE lived in Ireland in 1957, it was such a very happy, happy time. The family lived in Dublin, 14. Wellington Road, Ballsbridge to be precise. They lived in part of a house owned by Pamela O'Connor, a very lovely old friend of Constance.
Constance, MY human uncle and SHE left early in 1958, Hugo's main job had been accomplished and he only needed to work there in Ireland a couple of days a month.
So they had moved back to England and rented a house whilst Constance looked for a house to buy and to get the children into schools.
SHE didn't go back to Ireland for, oh, such a lonng time and then a charming Interior Decorator in Dublin recommended HER to one of his clients down in Co.Wexford and whoosh, off SHE went.
SHE flew in the day before and spent the night in a lovely hotel, sorry, the name escapes HER. SHE called the client and they verbally liaised for their meeting the next day, then SHE went for a long walk.. to find HER old Irish home.
SHE has written about this extraordinary trip before but suffice to say.. when SHE saw the house again, SHE felt quite faint and had to sit down on the kerb.
For suddenly, SHE was seven years old again, swinging on a big rope from the big tree (that's still there, the tree not the rope). And being taught to ride a bike by Roderick O'Connor.
SHE drove down towards Courtown Harbour the next day, HER decorator colleague was right, there was a huge amount of work to do. They drew up a schedule of works and that was the first of many happy trips down to Co.Wexford.
SHE and HER team worked on this house for several years but sadly, the project was finally completed so there was no further need to go to Ireland and apart from two short trips to Co.Clare to stay with friends, SHE has not been back to the Emerald Isle.
Which is such a lovely place with charming people, with some of God's own country.
And, of, course, the very best Stout in the world, Guinness. Which is one of the world's wonders, best drunk with some friends enjoying some good craic.
GeeGee Parrot.
January 8th, 2014.
Do YOU think they know that SHE lived in Ireland in 1957, it was such a very happy, happy time. The family lived in Dublin, 14. Wellington Road, Ballsbridge to be precise. They lived in part of a house owned by Pamela O'Connor, a very lovely old friend of Constance.
Constance, MY human uncle and SHE left early in 1958, Hugo's main job had been accomplished and he only needed to work there in Ireland a couple of days a month.
So they had moved back to England and rented a house whilst Constance looked for a house to buy and to get the children into schools.
SHE didn't go back to Ireland for, oh, such a lonng time and then a charming Interior Decorator in Dublin recommended HER to one of his clients down in Co.Wexford and whoosh, off SHE went.
SHE flew in the day before and spent the night in a lovely hotel, sorry, the name escapes HER. SHE called the client and they verbally liaised for their meeting the next day, then SHE went for a long walk.. to find HER old Irish home.
SHE has written about this extraordinary trip before but suffice to say.. when SHE saw the house again, SHE felt quite faint and had to sit down on the kerb.
For suddenly, SHE was seven years old again, swinging on a big rope from the big tree (that's still there, the tree not the rope). And being taught to ride a bike by Roderick O'Connor.
SHE drove down towards Courtown Harbour the next day, HER decorator colleague was right, there was a huge amount of work to do. They drew up a schedule of works and that was the first of many happy trips down to Co.Wexford.
SHE and HER team worked on this house for several years but sadly, the project was finally completed so there was no further need to go to Ireland and apart from two short trips to Co.Clare to stay with friends, SHE has not been back to the Emerald Isle.
Which is such a lovely place with charming people, with some of God's own country.
And, of, course, the very best Stout in the world, Guinness. Which is one of the world's wonders, best drunk with some friends enjoying some good craic.
GeeGee Parrot.
January 8th, 2014.
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