dash 8 May 2009
Eh, no, Richard, I did not post the ‘eyes’ blog twice cos there are 2 of them…seems I got a wise-ass husband, eh?
Devon looked so beautiful as I left this morning. A dream would be if we could make the whole series of Jam and Jerusalem there but that would be prohibitively expensive. I stayed with my lovely friends Ella, Dan and Dave the Dog last night in North Tawton (which is Clatterford in the series) and they cooked pork from one of their own pigs, who lived and died happily by all accounts – totally delicious and a different and much better taste to what we all buy in the supermarket. Fab.
I travelled back to Dublin this morning in the exotically named DeHavilland Dash – it’s a turbo prop kinda aircraft (apparently). I think that sounds so…well…dashing. I just wish the actual travelling was as exotic or glamorous. I’m guessing that the only truly glamorous journey left anymore is on the Orient Express which is quite formal with dressing for dinner and the like. Other than that, for me, travelling is a waste of time and a bit of a pain in the butt.
I really did think the house would be finished when I got back – it ain’t. A few things happened today but it’ll be another week…ah well…
The G cat also seems to have issues with her living arrangements if the amount of chatting and complaining I’ve heard this afternoon are anything to go by.
And the garden is attempting to go feral again – time to lure Richard out there and try to get him to fall in love with it.
Off to a Sausages and Mash and Fine Wine OCTOBER reunion chez Ms Vic Smurfit tonight and thrilled to be seeing the lads and lassies of that production again. More on that anon!
