At the weekend I got back on a train and headed west to visit my outlaw brother and his family, who live their lives outside the law in a rambling old farmhouse in the hills above Galway.
Anne cooked a feast on the stove and the kids messed with the alligator feet from Mississippi and Fergus played the guitar and so we sang Jackson by the fire, loud and bad and happy, and I started every story off with "When I was in Nashville..." or "When I was in Memphis..." just in case any of them had forgotten where I'd just been.
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and will you not be showing us how to make our own christmas decorations out of glue and paper and fabric, like all the other blogs?
ReplyDeleteI fear you are reading the wrong blogs Cecil my friend. Try this chick:
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I really like your writing style. Alligator feet from Mississippi? I would not have guessed.
ReplyDeleteIf I start a story with "When I was in Montreal / Barcelona / Cambodia" I usually get beaten up. Or yawned to death, which is worse.
ReplyDeleteAh, that's where you were. I thought you might have trouble shifting the travelling bug.
ReplyDeleteWell, when I was in Iceland ...
ReplyDeleteSyngen's my favorite. So smiley.
ReplyDeleteI also have Tim's problem. Friends and family threaten violence whenever I start anecdotes with 'When I was in...'
ReplyDeleteThey also get shirty over anecdotes beginning with 'When I met [insert name of vaguely famous person]...'
And they lost the plot when I brought a crocodile foot keyring back as a souvenir from Zimbabwe last year.
Perhaps I need your friends and family, Annie.
I'll stick it on my list for Santa.
I wouldn't normally buy alligator feet for my vegetarian family but the hunter took me out on his boat ("when I was in Mississipi..." etc) and told me they weren't endangered anymore so what could I do.
ReplyDeleteHey there Leesa and thanks :)
That been one heck of a trip! Love the souvenir alligator legs.
ReplyDeleteWhere are you off to next?
I'm back in Wales now with my folks, then to Croydon to see my grandparents. Oh yes, it's one adventure after another with me hey.
ReplyDeleteI recently came across your blog and have been reading along. I thought I would leave my first comment. I don't know what to say except that I have enjoyed reading. Nice blog. I will keep visiting this blog very often.
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