Marty

Thanks for the offer, but No, thanks Albert!

I honestly don't think I could stand that sort of weather. Apparently, they're having a heatwave in England as well. A nephew who lives in Manchester tells me the weather there has been as high as 30°C/86°F and extremely humid. He says it's even hotter in the south of England. I'm just glad Ireland isn't suffering such extremes.

Good evening, young Albert.

And the same to you, bro!

That put me in mind of the following track by The Lovin' Spoonful from way back in 1966: It was one of the tracks on a vinyl LP of theirs that I had at the time (1966). I remember myself and my the best friend at the time getting caught out in a summer downpour one day, and singing it to each other as we sat in a shelter in the park waiting for it to stop raining. A bittersweet memory in a way. I was about to head off to university, and he wasn't. We'd effectively been each other's shadow for around six years, and we both knew the closeness between us would be ending when the summer holiday did. We saw each other occasionally over the next few years, but he unfortunately died in a house fire whilst working in the Middle East in the early 1970s.

I'm happy for you, bro!

Hey, Albert! A beautiful day here, so I'm just in for a "bite" to eat.

Don't mention cucumbers! Clo might get overexcited.

For afters this evening I had peppermint tea with a good dash of Irish whiskey added. I think I may have found a replacement for Irish coffee. (Maybe with not quite so much whiskey the next time... )

But... but... but... Page used the "Love" emoticon and Val used the "Like" one...

For my week 17 19 out of 52 Black & White photo challenge this week I uploaded the photograph I shared with you a number of days back of the first lot of potatoes I harvested... Week 17..... That means I'm almost one third of the way through this challenge. [EDIT] I just realised this was actually my week 19 contribution. I'll blame that mistake on the hot whiskey I had after dinner.

Steamed homegrown potatoes and cabbage with a mushroom omelette for me.

To be blunt, @CassieQ, I think @clochette knew exactly what she was doing when she chose her words there...

Maybe she likes something that has... (how did she put it?) ... "a nice length and is perfectly thick" ... to have a bit of hair on it... A sign of maturity, eh?

No comment.

Sorry, bud. I just couldn't resist.

In which case, I won't mention the fact that you actually did mention them.

Hey, bro! I hope you have a great day, as well, buddy.

Erm, no... (Not outdoors, anyway)

Hi there, young man. Hope all's well in Albertsville.

After my earlier reminiscence about my first ever trip to Ireland, I remembered I had a copy of an old blurry black and white photo my sister still has from the holiday in 1956. It shows my dad and my two siblings, along with Uncle John and his four children, and Uncle Jim and two of my cousins, Michael and Francis, who were actually two of my Uncle Paddy's brood. I don't know why Uncle Paddy didn't go on that holiday himself; and I don't remember ever meeting Uncle Jim, although my mum did once tell me that I had been at his wedding when I was a baby. I think he went to America shortly after his wedding. Uncles Jim and Paddy were another two of dad's brothers. A cousin told me a few years back that dad was the youngest of fourteen children. I think I only ever met four of his siblings. I believe many of them finished up in America, and the same cousin told me that I have first and and second cousins scattered about the USA. I must ask my sister whether she still has the original of that photo, and if it is clearer than the copy she shared with our Siblings WhatsApp Group a while back. That copy looked as though she had photographed the original with her phone, so hopefully the original really is a lot clearer. If she has, I might arrange to scan a higher resolution of it when I hope to travel to England for her 80th birthday celebrations towards the end of October (covid-19 restrictions permitting).

Yea, bro. I knew you were really talking about the kilts. But allow me to have my ginger fantasies.

The Ginger Gene is probably as common amongst the Irish as the Scots. They're both members of the Gaelic branch of the Celtic race.

Thanks for reading and commenting, @Valkyrie. You're right. It sadly is still relevant today. Especially as today marks the 75th anniversary of the bomb being dropped on Hiroshima.