wing 6 June 2009
Our Jam and Jerusalem director always has great stories of the people who live in her village. Yesterday she was talking about those women who GET ON WITH IT no matter what – including one who literally walked home to get help having lost a foot to the hay baler. She also described a great old lady who simply tucks her boobs into the top of her high waisted trousers to get them out of the way (they’re useless according to herself and don’t even warrant a bra) and my own personal favourite the woman who lost her breasts to cancer and now refers to herself as being ‘a wing down’ – priceless.
It’s winter again, which is dreary. I travelled London to Dublin today to check on the G and the Hubby – both are fine – and got drenched in two countries as a result. It’s also COLD and that’s like the final slap in the face as far as I’m concerned. I had hoped to get a bit of gardening done while here but I can’t see any way that will happen unless I row a boat around it trimming as I go. Lovely early-to-bed sober night now listening to the howling wind and rain and feeling safe and cosy under the duvet – that’s the only good thing I can say about it all – I practically have trench foot just looking out at it.
