Monday, 30 July 2012

Gone Fishing.

Mr. & Mrs. Map and the youngest Maplet are away for the next few days to the (hopefully) sunny south-east.

I'm expecting you lot to mind the shop, and as the older maplets are home alone maybe some of you (Séamus) could keep an eye out for visiting boyfriends!

(We'll be staying here if you need to contact me!)

Saturday, 28 July 2012


Just home from the third of four gigs this weekend. (I could really do with most weeks being like this!)

All very different. But one was to an audience of deaf people, well at least 95% of the audience was deaf.

We had signers on stage with us, for some of the gig.
But for most of the night, the majority of the audience had their back to us.
I might be going out on a limb here, but I thought that was quite ignorant.

Tuesday, 24 July 2012

Wet In A Different City

Frank McCourt portrayed our lovely little city as being constantly wet, damp, drizzled upon and miserable in his book Angela's Ashes. If you were to visit us in the very recent past one could hardly convince you otherwise.
(Because it has been wet, damp, drizzled and downpoured upon, though it's hardly ever miserable! The music alone in this town would cheer Scrooge!)

So today we took ourselves on a day trip to Cork City, about 100Km from here. They seem to have taken a like to our weather!
(At least we were wet in a different city!)

All in all it was a good day out, and I did something I very rarely do.
I bought shoes! (Albeit special shoes, said to make one's hair grow back (maybe not!) but could possibly help ease my back problems.)

The English Market in Cork City is a wonderful joy of smells and sounds and sights.

Friday, 20 July 2012


22 years ago the lovely Miss Annette Hogan said 'I Do'.
And so did I. :¬)

Sunday, 15 July 2012

Busy! :¬)

I could do with most months being July!
Or September.
They seem to be the busy months for weddings.
I'm singing my proverbial heart out this month and I am as happy as a pig in shit!
August is a bit quieter, but I shall enjoy the break, and hopefully the weather will pick up and I'll get some swims in the Atlantic!
And then September. Busy again.
Thank you all you couples who give us the honour of entertaining you and your guests!
I am blessed and privileged!

Friday, 13 July 2012

My Father's Coat

When I was small my father's coat was our duvet.
And it kept us warm.
And when his coat was on our bed it meant he was home from work.
And we felt safe.

I can still smell it.