Wednesday, 26 July 2017


So, last night I had this dream. I dreamed the world I lived in, people's brains were still active for ten days after they died. Certain (chosen) people (of which I was one) looked after the deceased for these ten days, washing them, changing their clothes daily, talking to them and holding them until it was time for them to move on to the next phase.
The previous night I dreamed zombies were trying to drag me out of my house throughout the letterbox.

Monday, 17 July 2017

Fire, Death & Cider

My wife's oldest brother, Ger, died this time last year. He had a heart attack and died instantly.  He was a year older than me.
His anniversary mass was held yesterday, I didn't go, I was doing the catering for about thirty people.  Apparently I'm good at it.  But I think I'm just better at catering than being in church.
Turns out it was a rather fun day and not a bit solemn,  and everyone loved my food. Which is always good.

I lit a fire in the pit tonight, played some old style country music and drank cider.