Grannymar’s post on a Woman’s Poem and a Man’s Poem reminded me next weekend two of my best friends celebrate their 12th wedding anniversary. I knew the 25th anniversary is silver and the 50th gold, but I had to check Wikipedia for the 12th. Why would I bother? Well because Pat will call me today, [...]
You’ve probably realised from the title and some previous stories that I take the P out of the postman quite a bit. Sometimes I get the upper hand, sometimes I don’t. Why is that? you may ask. Well, I may tell you, we grew up together and have been playing practical jokes on each other [...]
I noticed one of the letters the substitute postman had dropped in the door wasn’t for me and went after him. This isn’t mine. Are you sure? Yeah, I’m sure. It’s Morris Harney’s pension cheque from Roadstone. You opened it? No I didn’t. It says “Roadstone – Pensions Department” on it. So how come you [...]
I had my suspicions this wasn’t the first pub Peadar had visited today – he came through the door like a chicken with rubber legs. I buried my head in the newspaper. Not fast enough – he’d seen me and the free stool beside me. · Practising reading upside down I see, Sneezy. · Drunk [...]
A man I never knew passed away the other morning. I wish I had known him. I know his son-in-law since we were infants. In Infants. Baby Infants. I know his wife almost as long. The Irish grapevine might get messages mangled more often than not, but if the message is important it spreads fast [...]
Thursday was bitter cold. Bitter as a 70-year-old virgin. The painter’s fingers quickly turned a Smurf blue as he put masking tape on the windows. I helped as best I could with coaching and encouragement – Another one down, Lar. You’re motoring now. I’m sure he appreciated my assistance though he never said. Must be [...]
Click to biggilize
Recent Comments