En blogg av en irländska, skriven på svenska och engelska.
Just scroll down to find the English bits among the Swedish, or vice versa.
Ta Gaeilge agam freisin, más é an rud é go bhfuil éinne eile le Gaeilge ag léamh mo bhlagsa.
Ich verstehe auch ein bisschen Deutsch, je parle un petit peu francais och klarar av lite norska med.
Wondering about the background of the blog? They're the Cliffs of Moher, in the neighbouring county, County Clare, 8km long, 700m high, and magnificent. Well worth a visit if anyone is around the West of Ireland
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
I'm back at work. Summer 2012 came and went in a flurry of Rain. Sometimes it drizzled, sometimes it flogged, on at least one occasion it veritably rained cats and dogs; these wet days were interspersed with soft days (Irish euphemism for rainy day), damp days, muggy humid days and thunderstorms, but boy, did it rain.....
Apparently the wettest summer since 1956? or was it 1596? yes, wet it indeed was....
Sweden was also wettter than usual, but that did not deter us, as we Irish knew that no matter how rainy it was in Sweden, it was inevitably much much worse back home on the ould sod, (aka Ireland). All they get in Sweden is the leftover drizzle after the Atlantic has unburdened itself wholeheartedly over Ireland. Ah, the Swedes, I don't think they know how good they have it....
The summer passed in a (damp, humid) haze of days we didn't actually count as Summer because the essential element of Summer, (the Sun), never made an appearance.
We went to the beach in Fanore and people were wearing army surplus store jackets, hats, scarves and everything they could find in the boot of the car, to shelter from the strong wind. That day, I rented a child's Winter-weight wetsuit, with long sleeves and full length legs and matching shoes, for my son (6 yrs old), just so he could go in the water and paddle. He loved it.
My children got into the habit very early on in the holidays of sleeping late and staying up till all hours, so when I was making lunch, children emerged looking for rice crispies. Nothing like that to mess up any plans to actually 'do anything' on a day, so nothing much got done this summer....
And now I'm back at work. Hoarse, voice dry and rasping already, (occupational hazard); over-worked, tired, but trying to keep it all together.
Oh, and I bought me a beautiful Ashford spinning wheel, an Elizabeth, a beautiful wheel.