Many of my readers have voiced a liking for a character that appears often in my tales of Bog1: "The Mother." Unusually tech savvy for a mother of 6, often is the time she put me and my siblings in our places on-line; unfortunately, she has to contend with Molly now, who is some kind of cunning pod person in the guise of a sweet little girl.1.5
Since I am somewhat occupied writing my thesis, I am happy to bang out a work-light piece of fluff to throw to the masses.2
The following takes place between the hours of 8 p.m. and 10 a.m.:
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1 I originally come from Bog Road... I never saw issue with it until I went to Irish College at the tender age of 12 and the dang city folk mocked me for it; Also it is an allusion to Tales of Yore.
1.5Case in point:
2Maybe more accurate to say mass of readers; I think I have just enough for a single pile of people.
Mairtin, Mairtin, Mairtin, can't you see? Sometimes your posts hypnotise me.
ReplyDeleteBarry, Barry... you need a new rhyming couplet.
ReplyDeleteHa feckin ha! You went to Crystal Palace in a Capri but didn't ye come back in a Beetle??
ReplyDeleteIt seems Jacqui that you know more than I can recall :P
ReplyDeletejacqui, your too young to remember....we went to thornton heath with feckall, sold a blue kadett before we left, 525 FIE, bought the capri from eimhin's godfather gerry, had it written off by your one that came at us from a side street on the day of the night we were going to see the beach boys in fairfield halls, croydon- which we did anyway and then bought a white hatchback passat, with which we returned home , 83 CE 842, a fecken lovely car ...
ReplyDelete... with a red leather interior. Unfortunately we did not have enough room for Cillian so he had to go in the boot.
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