My earlier post on peace-keeping chickens has shown up on a bird flu aggregator. It’s an ill wind that a Google Adsense entrepreneur doesn’t make an aggregator out of to make a killing on modern paranoia.
My son’s favourite motif in his drawings at the moment. Should I be worried? Only that he’s going to turn out like me, but that’s a good thing. Yes it is. Quiet down the back.
“Rest In Quiet”?
I find this really reassuring: the guy is smiling the whole way through his life, right up to the end. You’re born, you live, then you die. So why worry?
So don’t worry. Just keep smiling and waving.
Clearly word’s got out about the Bernard Matthews Massacre among the chicken community. Not only are chickens everywhere on their best behaviour, the’re keeping the peace among other species as well.
Went for a Sunday drive with the family to Lettermullen in Connemara yesterday after visiting the Coral Beach past Carraroe. As we neared the top of a hill we could see what appeared to be distant mountains- except they were moving. As we crested the hill we saw a sight that took our breath away. … Read more
“I love my woman. She loves me. She knows it and I know it and lots of other people know it too.
Sometimes quite out of the blue I become burdened in the chest region, and I have to tell her I love her. Sometimes it’s when leaving or returning from overseas; after joyous acts of kindness; intimate moments… there is no definitive list.
“The point is that there are certain moments when saying ‘I love you’ is perfect, and there are an infinite amount of other times when it is pointless.”