Madra agus Cata

That's how you say "Cats and Dogs" (or Dogs and Cats to be precise) in the Irish Language or as Gaeilge as we say over here on this little green island.

Anyway the day started really nicely and we had some great weather until about 6 PM. I had the lawn mower out for the first cut of the year and the mower was running nicely, chewing up grass and clothes pegs equally well and spitting out splinters of wood at my sons chasing around after me with their toy lawn mowers.

I went to the recycle centre with the grass cuttings and paid 5 euros for the privilege. That place is a gold mine. Five quid for a few bags of grass. Huh.

Anyway this evening has been spent listening to eighties music and looking out the window at the lousy weather.

I dumped all the pictures off the digital camera tonight and then tried taking a picture of rain. I think I need some tips on taking a better picture at night perhaps. Here's the best one (I know).


It's good to be blogging again even if the subject matter is crap.

Who framed Roger Hargreaves?

I was reading a Mr. Men story to my son tonight before he went to bed. Mr. Messy to be precise. The story, like just about all the Mr. Men stories, is by Roger Hargreaves.

Anyway right at the start of the book, to illustrate how messy Mr. Messy is, there is a page covered in messy finger prints.

I looked at the page, and thought instantly of the scene in The Bourne Supremacy where the Russian FSB agent Kirill plants Bourne's fingerprints on some explosive detonators in the basement of a building in Berlin to essentially frame Bourne. Sorry if I ruined the movie for you right there.

Anyway, I then wondered what would happen in some FSB agent took Roger Hargreaves prints (stay with me on this one) and framed him for some big mad explosion somewhere.

OK don't panic. First of all Roger Hargreaves passed away sadly a few years back so he's not going to be framed. Second, I think it's not likely that these are Roger Hargreaves' own prints but you never know.

I did not share any of the above insane thoughts with my 5 year-old son.

It's a beautiful day in Dublin

Hello world.

Today is a beautiful day in Dublin Ireland. The sun is shining, the sky is clear of cloud and for some reason today I am feeling very buoyant.

more to follow.