I'm getting old, no really, I am.
Last week I just had to take myself back home for several days and let Middlest go to Dublin with Eldest...for why?
I missed my kitchen!
How sad is that?
Not the size, or the crockery, or the pans, but being able to have it clean! Living with a bunch of students is no problem, they are lovely and very chatty...but the dirty kitchen pushed me beyond my limits!
I'm back in Dublin now though, and this morning wrote her notes for her Set Design presentation, before heading out into town to do her stage prop shopping for the next play!
I ask you!
Do I look like a personal shopper?
And if you did but know my haphazard shopping methods, its certainly not me you'd be sending out to do the job!
3 blue cushion covers
2 blue and white dinner plates
2 matching mugs
12 assorted picture frames
...couldn't find a cheap blue floor rug...
...and a small toy tiger for Youngest.
There was a great trident in one of the 'pound shops', but Eldest insisted I left it there...sure couldn't the script be changed just a teeney bit to include a trident? I would've!
Her Presentation went alright, she thinks, she's passed the Module anyhow. Now, after the play that she's setting up this weekend, there's the Dissertation for the 8th, and Play Writing piece for the 19th. Then Viva Voces and exams, various.
She's out to a quick lunch now, before setting in to write for the afternoon, and I got a text to say there was potato salad she'd left for me...raided from my kitchen earlier in the week, I'll have you know!! I opened the box...not just potato salad, but lovely furry potato salad...thanks, kiddo!!
Your generosity knows no bounds, I see!
So gradually getting there...and I so want to thank you for all the prayers and positive thoughts yous are sending to us! Despite the kitchen moan, I do feel very much that we are being 'bourne up' through this time- so:
Go Raibh Míle Maith Agaibh!!
A Thousand Thanks to Yez!