On Christmas Day it was 10C.
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
A Mild Christmas.
Its been a mild Christmas in South Tipperary.
On Christmas Day it was 10C.
The hills have been a scene of constant change, sometimes clouded in fog and rain, sometimes resplendent in their winter coats. This is a photo looking across the Knockmealdowns from the early in December.
On Christmas Day it was 10C.
The Boss ......... Developments
As promised. Well....... time has elapsed, but the boss, while physically recovered "down there", still suffers from the emotional trauma associated with such an event.
Having discussed "the event" with his missus, ( who is a few years older than him, and hence more experienced in the ways of the world) he has concluded that though passion may return, it will be all talk and no action. This, as all will acknowledge, puts a severe damper on a donkeys self expression.
However it being Christmas time, and since one of his mates was responsible for giving "Himself" a lift into Bethlehem, over 2000 years ago, the Boss has magnanimously decided to postpone the final conclusion. Surely if "Himself" could raise a few lads from the dead, he could sort the boss's issues.
He asked that the following photo be included to demonstrate his commitment to the holy Season, though is not yet prepared to show his own face.
The missus, takes pride of place, sporting the Christmas Ribbon.
Having discussed "the event" with his missus, ( who is a few years older than him, and hence more experienced in the ways of the world) he has concluded that though passion may return, it will be all talk and no action. This, as all will acknowledge, puts a severe damper on a donkeys self expression.
However it being Christmas time, and since one of his mates was responsible for giving "Himself" a lift into Bethlehem, over 2000 years ago, the Boss has magnanimously decided to postpone the final conclusion. Surely if "Himself" could raise a few lads from the dead, he could sort the boss's issues.
He asked that the following photo be included to demonstrate his commitment to the holy Season, though is not yet prepared to show his own face.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Good News / Bad News
Lets start with the good news, because of my Irish heritage, we always like to keep the bad news till last, just in case anyone should leave our company in a positive frame of mind.
The good news concerns the Boss.
You may remember in a previous post I recorded the saving of the hay and the Boss's supervision of same.
The final line, again in keeping with Irish tradition ( even donkeys are affected, or should that be infected) issued a request that a shed be built to cope with the coming winter. Well the good news is that the shed has been completed, and not alone that, but it is in full compliance with the directives issued by the boss.
The Boss and the Missus in the new shed.
Now that's all very fine, but the bad news now has to be relayed.
The Boss has suffered a crisis of confidence. Now he dos'nt want this to be widely known. so keep it to yourself.
You see, one day last week he was enticed into a house in the farmyard with the offer of some rolled barley Having eaten the barley, a stranger in a white coat entered the house, with a funny smell from her. Shortly after the boss woke up, not even knowing that he had fallen asleep, and felt a nasty pain "down there".
He has no recollection of what happened, but feels...........well.....different.
The pain has gone now but so has the passion. ( you know yourself what he means, you are an adult)
He likes being the boss and wonders if lack of passion might disqualify him.
He said to say he will keep you posted.
The good news concerns the Boss.
You may remember in a previous post I recorded the saving of the hay and the Boss's supervision of same.
The final line, again in keeping with Irish tradition ( even donkeys are affected, or should that be infected) issued a request that a shed be built to cope with the coming winter. Well the good news is that the shed has been completed, and not alone that, but it is in full compliance with the directives issued by the boss.
Now that's all very fine, but the bad news now has to be relayed.
The Boss has suffered a crisis of confidence. Now he dos'nt want this to be widely known. so keep it to yourself.
You see, one day last week he was enticed into a house in the farmyard with the offer of some rolled barley Having eaten the barley, a stranger in a white coat entered the house, with a funny smell from her. Shortly after the boss woke up, not even knowing that he had fallen asleep, and felt a nasty pain "down there".
He has no recollection of what happened, but feels...........well.....different.
The pain has gone now but so has the passion. ( you know yourself what he means, you are an adult)
He likes being the boss and wonders if lack of passion might disqualify him.
He said to say he will keep you posted.
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