Was back in Sligo over the weekend, and it was a bank holiday weekend so it only finished yesterday. I could’ve posted, we’ve now got broadband at home, but I didn’t.
Main reason for travelling was the school reunion.
It was weird being back in the school, weirder cause it was different, and even weirder cause we took a wander around the nun’s quarters. They aren’t there any more, but it still creepy, though there was less of a smell of cabbage about the place.
B#5 collected my from the station and told me that the cat had been hit by a car. Or maybe not. It was grand, but there had been a squealing of breaks and a bawling whining cat stuck under the neighbours shed. Eventually he was rescued and came home. He has bit of a battered face, but nothing too bad. Maybe he’ll get some scars that’ll make him look all distinguished, and then he can boast to the other cats about his time in the “war”.
Or maybe not.
Most likely he'll talk about how he "won the fight with the huge snarling monster"
Cats are proud like that.
Proud, or liars? :)
I could only imagine how that corridor must be like, with no lights on in the pitch darkness of night.
It'd be lit up by the ectoplasmic glow of the nun ghosts.
My cat is a total liar. But I don't say it too loud. She'll be taking over the world soon, and I want a place in her Cabinet.
I can't imagine a place that looks like that, smelling like cabbage.
Creepy'd be one way to describe it Sir Jorge.
Nuns don't glow H, they emit darkness.
Heather Anne, she'll fit in with all the other politicians so.
Cabbage and dust and mould Terri. Not the nicest.