Just Jo!

Apart from the truly horrible news about Laura, things are much better here.
We (as in Olivia and yours truly) have set up our own Flickr group. Mainly at Olivia’s insistence, but I must admit to having a bit of fun with it too.
I’ve remembered to put up a photo of Olivia’s play, it’s just unfortunate that the day she did it, I really wasn’t in the mood to be faffing around posting photos. So here’s one of her big scene….

I’m also allowed to finally post a photo of Olivia’s stone age scene ‘cos it’s now finished….

We made a flying visit to group on Wednesday. There was another workshop at the museum the same day. Animals in Native American art, so we got to make totems. But first we had to say hello to this beast….

We had one of Olivia’s drama friends with us, who took part in the totem making but refused point blank to go anywhere near the snake.
She came back to our house after and set Olivia up with her own Bebo account. Because Olivia really doesn’t spend enough time on the ‘puter.

I’ve had a birthday, so I’m now older than I was. Whoop de doo. It was going to be postponed ’til next week because we’re all skint. But both the kids took it in turns to make me cups of tea in the morning. Then Olivia disappeared off on a Guides day out, leaving me with the pleasurable company of Adam for most of the day, ’til he disappeared off to work. I had a bath. A long one. With lots of bubbles.
Then Lisa treated me to a lovely night out. Tapas meal, then a club with lots of alcohol.
And a very nice barman, who made the mistake of almost falling onto our table. He was very lucky to escape our clutches!
‘Twas a very lovely night indeed, thanks Lisa!
And my birthday’s not over yet, as Adam is treating us to a meal out somewhere after he gets paid, which is on Friday. But he won’t be here that day. He’ll be up in London being interviewed by Richard Branson. Sort of.
Anyway, I digress, got home at 1:30, then woke up completely and couldn’t get to sleep ’til gone three. Which was not good, as we had to be up early the next day in order to catch a train. We were heading back down to Totnes to be picked up for a drive to Spitchwick, on the edge of Dartmoor. A birthday picnic, not mine, a little friend who is now the grand old age of three. Although I did get Happy Birthday sung ‘at’ me.

We saw ponies too! Well, it is Dartmoor….

One of those truly lovely and relaxed days with friends, plenty of food, plenty of chatting, plenty of giggling….
More pics here.

Boring food shop and bill paying day on Monday so we’ll gloss over that.
But we had another lovely day out yesterday.
Lisa picked Olivia up and I got the bus. Which meant that I obviously got there hours after Lisa and her sister.
Where?
The Amazing Maize Maze at Bickleigh. A gloriously hot sunny day. Picnic first, ride round on go-karts, then the maze. The girls had to find brass rubbings hidden in the maze. The brass rubbings all joined up to spell out “Sir Robert Baden Powell Chief Scout of the world Be Prepared”.

My personal fave from the day….

It turned into a very hot day, not helped by the fact that the last rubbing was incredibly elusive. I’m sure someone kept moving it. But, after purchasing ice lollies, we headed back into the maze determined not to let it beat us! Yay! We found it! Then there was the obligatory paddling to be done.

Lisa took all the girls home. And I missed the bus by seconds.
The driver shrugged apologetically as he pulled away….
Not too concerned though, there is a jolly nice pub across the road.
I took some pics in the garden while supping me shandy….

More pics from the day here.
Yes, another one of them lovely days.

This morning we’ve had a visit from the council man to do the annual gas check. The fire is never used, except as a display area for Olivia’s arty crafty bits and pieces, so we had to clear it off for him. I happened to mention that we never use it and he asked if I wanted it taken away. Ooh! Yes please! So we have a little bit more room in the sitting room now, which will be occupied by a bookcase (currently residing in Olivia’s room) as soon as another council man has bricked up the hole and replastered.
But…. but…. but…. the bestest news is that Adam wasn’t winding me up about the kitchen!!
There is a lady coming this very afternoon to go over colour options with me . Yay!!! Blokey this morning said they take about three weeks to fit it, which means no kitchen for the duration. Do I care? Not a blinkin’ sausage!
And I had a lovely card from my mum and stepdad with a big fat cheque in it.
Adam’s gone to pay it in for me, ‘cos I’m not stepping outside the house, just in case I miss the council ladyand my new kitchen is delayed.

Another one of them weeks.
On Tuesday I had a lovely lovely chat with a schoolfriend I haven’t seen for years. I won’t say an old schoolfriend ‘cos I’m older than her. But it was fantastic to catch up with her.
Then on Wednesday my aunt to be died after what was supposed to have been a simple routine procedure. I’d never met her (they live in the States), but she made my uncle happier and more content than he’s ever been in his life.
I love my uncle Nick to bits and I cannot express how sorry I am for him and Laura’s family.

Thankfully, Adam had to leave for work just after 10 this morning, which meant we had a more peaceful day than yesterday. I like peaceful. It’s soothing to the soul.

I made and received a few phone calls. One from Di to say she’s finally got a dental appointment to deal with her abscess….ugh….she’s suffering too much for me to make any jests about the dentist I discovered yesterday.
But her appointment isn’t ’til next Tuesday, at 12:30, so allotmenting is off again next week. But in another call to Lisa, Tuesday is now taken care of.
Although, after my moan about cars on Wednesday, she is threatening to never give me a lift again. Ever. Anywhere. Not even in the pouring rain.
Being the hypocrite I am, I pointed out that I have no objection to lifts, just the driver only cars blocking up the roads….

Another phonecall from Olivia’s Nan asking what we’re doing next week. I’d already said to Lisa that the usual calls I get from her are guilt-trip ones about not seeing her grandaughter for ages and how her son (Olivia’s dad) has not been able to get hold of us, despite persistent efforts. We’ve not heard from him since last July. He lives ten minutes away. Go figure.
In the past, I’ve always been fairly non-commital, “Really? That’s odd. I’ve not had any messages.”
Olivia’s Nan had major heart surgery late 2005, I’ve thought it best not to add any stress.
But I think she’s more or less out of the woods now, so I was all prepared for supplying a little bit of eye-opening information. “Well, our phone displays numerous amounts of last phonecalls, plus we have a message service, plus he has my mobile number, and he knows how to text, there has been absolutely nothing from him in the last nine months….” But his name didn’t come up once….damn…. D’you know what it’s like when you get yourself all worked up, you’ve got every argument well-defended? And then they don’t play fair?!
We had a nice chat instead. She is lovely and very tolerant, so I wasn’t really gagging for a fight or anything….OK, maybe just a little.
All she phoned for was to ask what we’re doing next week and could Olivia come to stay for a couple of nights. But when we’re free doesn’t tally with when she’s free. So we’re leaving it for a few weeks. I shall not let any opportunity of getting rid of Olivia spending quality time with her grandparents for a few nights slip away that easily.

After lunch, we headed into town hoping that the museum would be open. It wasn’t, and I could have quite easily checked it online, but we had a nice bus ride into town anyway, too hot to cycle. Yes, you read right! It was too hot to cycle into town!!
I suppose I could have worn cut-offs, but I hadn’t bothered shaving my legs in the bath last night and I didn’t really think it was a good look.
So, despite not getting into the museum, we did buy some polystyrene eggs to decorate on Tuesday and have an extra long chat with our friend in Holland and Barrettt, because it was so quiet in there. But not in the rest of town.
I really don’t like the school holidays, there’s far too many people getting in the way. We’re very spoilt in that we get to go everywhere when it’s free of hordes of ‘the public’….

Olivia tackled some maths when we got home. Multiplying decimals. Such fun.
Then, when she’d finished that (ooh, about two hours later), she finished reading The Boy’s Book How To Be The Best At Everything.
Now it’s dinner time and an early night. We have to catch a bus for a lovely day out tomorrow. Hopefully, as long as the weather’s as nice as it’s been today. Olivia is hunting out her flip-flops as I type.

We (being the three of us) all had a long chat with my Mum this morning. It’s her birthday today. Happy Birthday Mummy!! Not that she actually gets to read any of this at the moment. Believe me, if she did, there’d be plenty of comments from her, “JOANNE! BEHAVE!!”….and more in that general vein!

A concious decision was made this morning to have it off. Um….That reads so very, very wrong.
I’ll start again….
We made a concious decision to take the morning off. That’s better!
So we did. I have a vague recollection of what we did this morning. Olivia washed her hair in the bath. She’s managed to remember the plug ever since Sunday’s debacle. Mainly, I think, because any chastisement this week has been, “I have only one word to say to you….”
“….plug,” she mutters, as she shuffles away remorsefully….

I had minor heart palpitations when something I tried putting in my sidebar seemed to demolish everything in sight.
But then I managed to get everything back!
All by myself!!! Whenever I’ve done anything as stoopid as that in the past, I’ve always had to send a frantic email to Lin. But I’m a grown-up now and can do things all by myself!!
Still haven’t put the grotty self-destruct thing on though….
But I have added all the Exeter photos to Flickr. Not sure why, other than I just felt like it, OK?

Adam has been very annoying today. He didn’t have to leave for work ’til about half four, so he just loitered in a very pestering way around the house….all day….
So we discussed what he’ll be taking with him when he moves out. If he hadn’t been soooo annoying, maybe, just maybe, I wouldn’t have felt the urge to rub it in remind him. He’s going in September, to live with his Dad in London for six months before taking off to Spain for another six months.
His room will then be a spare room. I could start taking in foreign students for a bit of income, or I could use it as a classroom type setting. I really can’t make up my mind. More money….or….more space downstairs when all the junk our wonderful resources move into their own lodgings upstairs….hmmm….decisions, decisions….

Olivia has also developed a slightly annoying habit, but if she doesn’t do it again, I’ve promised not to blog it….

Anyways, we made up for the spectacular waste of time this morning with Olivia doing a few pages each of maths, English and science, a few basic Easter worksheets and a paper cut out thingy from Yamaha. It’s Cherry Blossom Viewing week in Japan, so we made a scene….so to speak…. Although it actually started on Sunday, we’ve only just got around to doing something today.

We completely forgot Passover on Tuesday (passed over Passover?)….ahh, but I seem to remember not feeling pukka that day….
Olivia also got her Plants With Attitude all set up.

We’ve tried growing Venus Flytraps from seed before and not had much luck. Diddly squat actually….fingers crossed for this lot. Olivia was pleased that the celery had already started changing colour by the time she went up to bed. The Jerusalem Rose had also started unfurling.

I’ve had a lovely bath this evening, now I’m going to watch Sea of Love. I got it for £2! I do so love a bargain!

As a final thought, I really, sincerely hope this dentist isn’t Eleanor’s. I feel quite ill now!! Thank goodness he’s not mine!!

….I’m feeling very lethargic and aching and sleepy and all bunged up.
Could just be a lovely dose of hayfever, I always get it early, then it disappears, then comes back off and on throughout summer….
I don’t like feeling ill….but long lie-ins and extra long (and hotter) baths make me feel better.
Now I’ve got the added huge effort of trying to remember what we did yesterday.
I think Olivia did some kind of educational stuff….English, she reliably informs me. We went into town and took loads of photos of the new city centre development. We’re going to make them into a little book for my mum and stepdad, because Exeter has changed so much since they left.
We also got some more bits for the goodie box and photo album we’re I’m making. It’s covered in fabric, ribbons, buttons and some of the bradlet thingy’s from Eleanor’s box.
Olivia got some more books from Works, The Boy’s Book How To Be The Best At Everything (they do a Best Mum one too!) which was far cheaper than Smith’s, and Survival, a BBC accompaniment to the Walking With Beasts series.
When we got home, I settled down with the fabric glue. The second pot I bought yesterday, I might add, because someone (mentioning no names!) left the Smith’s bag somewhere in town….
Yes….so I glued, printed out the photos of town and Olivia did another load of Hama. Then the aforementioned extra long bath (Happy Hippy!) and bed.

Ooh! Forgot to say that on Sunday night we watched Persuasion, which was the first ‘proper’ telly we’ve watched in almost two months now.
I mentioned to some friends last Wednesday, that I really resent paying a full TV license for two hours of TV viewing in two months! Hmmm….if they’re so bloomin’ clever that they can find out who’s watching, they should be able to find out how much a person actually watches and adjust the fee accordingly. But seeing as it’s highly unlikely the powers that be will take my suggestion on board, I could just get Adam to pay the license, since he’s the one glued to his TV the second he walks in the door….yeah, I can see that going down a bundle….
On Saturday night we watched a DVD that we’d bought cheaply at the local shop. Whale Rider. It’s lovely! Bit tearjerking though. I did the blokey thing, “Cor, this hayfever’s really making my eyes water!” Fortunately, Olivia was so engrossed that she didn’t notice my sniffling.

Lazy laying in bed this morning. Di had phoned last night, she’s got raging toothache at the moment so asked if she could stay home please…. It also gave me the perfect excuse to gently suggest to Olivia that we not go to the community garden today, but tomorrow instead…. Which she was quite agreeable to….eventually….
I finished the photo album and the city centre photo book/album, Olivia has done some maths, read First News from cover to cover, and done most of the puzzles. She’s busy with the Hama again now, which means that at some point I will have to get the iron out today….in the next few days before the week is out. You can only have so much Hama lying about, ‘waiting’, before the inevitable accident…. “Ooops! I’m sorry!”
I read one of Olivia’s book day books, I Know What You Did Last Wednesday. Olivia has been begging me to read it and I really liked it!

That brings me up to round about now. It must be dinner time now….

Because I have no idea where today’s gone!
We watched all the DVDs last night. I fell asleep during Monet’s Garden, which was the first, then woke up for the other two. Gandhi raised quite a few questions, along the lines of, “Why are people so horrible to each other?”….and after India had won it’s freedom, “But why are they killing each other if they’re supposed to be religious?” Hmmmm….lost count of the number of times I’ve asked that exact same question….and I’m still no nearer the answer….
Golf today has been put off ’til tomorrow, because it looks like it’ll be better weather….well there’s the kiss of death methinks….
We started making a box of goodies to send over to my Mum and stepdad. The main thing is a mini photo album, cards, pressies and various other bits too. And that really has been it today.
No photos, because we’ve been very glued up and sticky.
Adam went out and got another tattoo….oh whoop-dee-b****y-doo!
I don’t like tattos at all. Not even a teeny tiny little bit. I put my foot down when he suggested getting either his name or his initials along with his date of birth….
“But why not?”
“Because it just makes you look stupid, like you need a reminder or something. Like you’re too drunk, too stoned or just TOO B****Y STUPID to remember your own name!!”
“Shall I get something else then?”
“Yes. Get ‘I Love Mum’.”
“That would be stupid!”
He ended up getting ‘Family, Love and Destiny’ in Islamic script, down his leg. I asked if he got it double-checked, because it could say “I’m a moron!” for all he knows….

That’s it today. See? Said it would be a quickie! I shall put dinner on (no idea what we’re having), and iron half a ton of Hama while it’s cooking….whatever it may be….

Oh! I got the second half of my Mother’s Day present from Adam, Lush goodies thrown at me when he whizzed in to wash down his gunky new tattoo. He’d forgotten the wine, but lobbed 71p(?) at me towards a bottle. That I have to go and get myself…. “Let me know how much it costs, and I’ll give you the money back. Alright Ma?!”
“Do I have a choice?”
He’s off for a poker tournament tonight….

….early this morning. Well, fresh air at 9am is very early for us.
Don’t quite know what came over me. So Olivia has had to make me lots of cuppas today while I try and recover from the horror that is early mornings.
I got my oats….for flapjack making….what on earth were you thinking??
But we didn’t make them straight away. Olivia wanted to get going on making a circuit following on from yesterday’s science workbook. She wanted to do it then, but it was gone 6 by the time she’d decided that’s what she wanted. Me, in my wisdom, said that it was too late for faffing around with batteries and wires, so distracted her with making scones. ‘Cos that is so much less faffing….
Back to circuits, she made one. One that she has made on previous occasions too numerous to mention. One that she is still shocked by when the light lights up….
Added a switch to it today as well. She found out on a practical level that plastic coated paper clips do not make the best of switches. So she spent a very patient half hour stripping the plastic off….there is now a light dusting of white plastic shavings over the carpet….looks quite pretty, in a snowy dandruff kind of way….

She’s also very nearly finished her maths book. At one point actually needing to use her toes for additional digits….I promised her I wouldn’t take a photo, but I couldn’t resist….I also promised her I wouldn’t blog it….but if I did, I wouldn’t mention the fact she’s counting on her toes….oops….

We went into the bus timetable thingy from yesterday in much more detail. She wrote down all the trips for April, then wrote out all the bus times, including any connections….which she didn’t do yesterday. It took her about an hour, looking things up in the A-Z, working out which bus stop we’d be needing, finding out what time the bus comes home again, making sure there’s no chance of us missing the last bus home. Because I really don’t fancy spending the night in a bus shelter….

After I’d double-checked everything, I told her she’d have to keep it safe somewhere, unless she wants to spend another hour working it all out again. She doesn’t. So it’s safe. In the middle of the floor. So everyone can see it. Which is not quite what I had in mind….
Had a look at the Gaelic website that Eleanor sent us, via Lin, because I’m slack and hadn’t got round to sending my email address to Eleanor.
It seems to be a Scottish Gaelic site though, which I know is different, but I’m not sure if the pronunciation is different too. So we’ll be quizzing Nan for her expert opinion.
Olivia’s expanded on the menu for next weeks Biblical feast, and we spent a looooonnnggg time trying to find a recipe for bread. We found a recipe for leaven, but that meant leaving things to ferment for a few days….which seemed like way too much faffing around (I have a very low ‘faffing around’ tolerance), so we gave up. We’ll be using pitta bread instead.
Made the flapjacks….

Wrote a poem for English. But I’ve not read it yet, so I have no idea if she will indeed be the next Laureate….or not, as the case may be.
She has also decided that she wants to start her own club on Wednesdays. So she’s been busy in spare moments writing up application forms, membership cards, spare membership cards (because, apparently, “everyone loses membership cards”)….
I asked her what she’s planning on doing in her club…. “Have meetings.”
“For what?”
“To talk.”
“About what?”
“What we want to do.”
I obviously looked like I wasn’t taking her seriously, because she stuck her tongue out at me then.
I did point out that it wouldn’t be fair to leave anyone out, “Yes, I know! That’s why I’ve made lots of forms for everyone!” And waved half a forest at me to prove her point.
Then I muddied the waters by asking if she’s got a ‘constitution’ yet.
“A what??!!”
So, after a quick explanation, writing it kept her quiet long enough for me to make a tomato tart, with herby potatoes and onion, all on my lonesome.
I’m feeling all sensible at the moment, most unlike me, I must be ailing from something….soon remedy that….

Navy Retirement

The Navy found they had too many officers and decided to offer an early retirement bonus. They promised any officer who volunteered for early retirement a bonus of $1,000 for every inch measured in a straight line between any two points in his body. The officers got to choose what those two points would be.

The first officer who accepted, asked that he be measured from the top of his head to the tip of his toes. He was measured at six feet and walked out with a bonus of $72,000.

The second officer who accepted was a little smarter and asked to be measured from the tip of his outstretched hands to his toes. He walked out with $96,000.

The third one was a grizzly old Captain who, when asked where he would like to be measured replied, “From the tip of my penis to my testicles.” It was suggested by the pension man that he may want to reconsider, explaining about the nice checks the previous two officers had received. But the old Captain insisted and they decided to go along with him, providing the measurement was taken by a medical officer.

The medical officer arrived and instructed the Captain to “drop em”, which he did. The medical officer placed the tape measure on the tip of the Captain’s penis and began to work back. “My God!” he suddenly exclaimed, “Where are your testicles?” The Captain calmly replied…”In Vietnam.”

Hee hee!
And on that note….dinner is smelling b****y lovely, so I’m going to eat more than my fair share, then we’re off out for the evening. I’d like to say it’ll be a civilised passeggiata, but I can’t. Too cold for a start…. We’re popping round to our friend’s for a chat….there might possibly be a glass of wine involved….I could be wrong….sincerely hope not though….

Yay!! I was banished to my room for hours this morning!!
Olivia was making stuff downstairs, I had to stay in my room. I was supplied with a cup of tea, marmalade on toast, a cup of tea, baked beans on toast, a cup of tea….
I was finally allowed out about half past one, by which time I’d read most of one of the library books, had a snooze and was desperate for a wee!
Olivia very proudly gave me my Mother’s Day card, “But I haven’t written on it, because it’s an interactive card!”
“Huh?”
“Look!!”
I got a collage picture and a treasure box. The treasure box, which she made out of an old tomato carton, had lots of ‘gold’ coins in it. Some of the coins had words on the back, so the interactive bit was me looking through all the coins to find out what she’d written. Just wish the coins were real gold!

Then she spent what was left of the afternoon making more coins out of different gold (and silver) and writing more sentences on the backs. And making up more ‘games’ for the interactive card. The best Mother’s Day pressie was that I came down to everything tidied away after she’d made the card. But then got it all out again to carry on making stuff.
The plans for getting stuck into the garden were abanoned when I saw raindrops on the window. And it’s cold. No! The heating is not going back on! Except when I’m having a bath, ‘cos then I can stay in longer and not freeze.
Adam came home from work with a weatherbeaten bunch of flowers. He apologised for their tatty state, but it was only the paper and the flowers were fine. He also apologised for not getting white tulips, ‘cos they’re my mostest favouritest flowers of all, in the whole wide world. “See? I remembered?!”
“Yes dear. Thank you dear.”

They’re lovely!
He’s also promised me a bottle of wine and some Lush supplies when he gets paid at the end of the month!! I have witnesses!!
Dinner for two of us was left over Irish stew, and for one of us was cottage pie from the freezer. Pudding for all three of us was fruit strudel. Adam even made the ultimate sacrifice and missed Crap Top Gear tonight, just so we could all have a game of Uno Extreme. First choice was poker, but I have no brain cells tonight, so that was a no go.
I lost.
Two quick chats with my mum, the first one she phoned me just as we were about to start eating. The second time I phoned her, just as they were about to eat.

And a quickie that made me giggle….

Flight Chatter
A stranger was seated next to a little girl on the aeroplane when the stranger turned to her and said, “Let’s talk. I’ve heard that flights go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger.”

The little girl, who had just opened her book, closed it slowly and said to the stranger, “What would you like to talk about?”

“Oh, I don’t know”, said the stranger. “How about nuclear power?”

“OK,” she said. “That could be an interesting topic. But let me ask you a question first. A horse, a cow and a deer all eat grass, the same stuff. Yet a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow turns out a flat patty, and a horse produces clumps of dried grass. Why do you suppose that is?”

The stranger thinks about it and says, “Hmmm, I have no idea.”

“Do you feel qualified to discuss nuclear power when you don’t know s**t?”

Hee hee!!
I’m off for my Lush. And yes, I have turned the heating on again. Olivia just came downstairs, “Thanks for turning the heat on!!”
“It’s only so I can stay in the bath longer.”
“Pleeeease Mum!! Keep it on!!”
“Only ’til I get out of the bath.”
Hope you’ve all had a lovely day. I only stirred to put the heating on. So I can stay in the bath longer!

Happy St. Patrick’s Day to you all!!
Olivia’s dad’s family are very, very Irish. Every single one of them. So we can’t not do St. Patrick’s Day here.
First thing this morning, Olivia finished some fraction work from yesterday and did a couple more book reviews. She read both her library books last night.
Then it was getting stuck into all things green.
Lots of worksheets to start with. They were the serious ones, then I found a fun worksheet to do, the differences between St Patrick and Samuel L. Jackson.
Found a game to play, find the four leafed clover. Yes, I know it’s totally different to shamrock!
Made a St. Patrick’s Day banner from Crayola, a shamrock mobile and a shamrock picture. Spent most of the day wrapped in her Irish flag….

Had another look at Irish For Beginners, and discovered we still have absolutely no idea of pronunciation.
Note to self: Must remember to take it with us next time we go to Chagford to see Nan and Grandad.
Dinner tonight? Irish stew. There’s a surprise! But not with lamb, soya chunks instead, and joy of joys, Olivia didn’t complain once about the meaty texture of the chunks. And we used leeks, because we didn’t have any onions, despite a bike ride down to Lidls and back again.

Olivia is quietly snuggled up in bed now, reading another library book, a suitably Irish one.

Leprechaun Name Your Leprechaun Name is Thong Wearing O’Callaghan Get Your Leprechaun Name at Quizopolis.com

Thong wearing?? It’d get lost!!

WHISKEY
Two Irishmen, Patrick Murphy and Sean O’Brian grew up together and were lifelong friends. But alas, Patrick developed cancer, and was dying. While on his deathbed, Patrick called to his buddy, Sean, “O’Brian, come ‘ere. I ‘ave a request for ye.” Sean walked to his friend’s bedside and kneels.

“Seany ole boy, we’ve been friends all our lives, and now I’m leaving ‘ere. I ‘ave one last request fir ye to do.”

O’Brian burst into tears, “Anything Patrick, anything ye wish. It’s done.”

“Well, under me bed is a box containing a bottle of the finest whiskey in all of Ireland. Bottled the year I was born it was. After I die, and they plant me in the ground, I want you to pour that fine whiskey over me grave so it might soak into me bones and I’ll be able to enjoy it for all eternity.”
O’Brian was overcome by the beauty and in the true Irish spirit of his friend’s request, he asked, “Aye, tis a fine thing you ask of me, and I will pour the whiskey. But, might I strain it through me kidneys first?”

Sadly, I have no whiskey in the house, just sake, but I’m saving that….
I’ll just have to jump into Lush then….something green….ooh! Looky looky!!! That’s me set for the night then!