Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’Into the futureTime keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’Into the future ‘Fly Like an Eagle’Steve Miller Band I seem to be having a lot of those moments lately. I have no doubt the canny Germans have sprinkled a little vorsprung durch technik magic dust onto a few words and bolted together … More Slip slidin’
Saoirse lost her Mum to cancer when she was twenty-eight. Her Mum was only fifty-nine. Twenty-eight years later, she has lost her Dad. Michael passed away in hospital after a short illness at the age of eighty-eight, and the funeral was last Tuesday. Needless to say, it’s been a rough few weeks for the family. … More Farewell
IN WHICH GARY AND I HAD PLANNED TO DO A LONG OLD RUN AND HIKE AROUND LEITRIM, AND THE IRISH WEATHER SAID ‘HOLD MY BEER…’ Sunday was the last day of Summer, according to the met folk. And in fairness to them, they had also accurately predicted the weekend’s weather. Gary and I had hatched … More Decimated
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