Good Morning everyone
Wakey wakey rise and shine
Another day and all is fine
My favourite day, you all must know
Time to start the loony show
My wine is chilling for tonight
I’m all alone, you are all out of sight:-(
that’s better RJ - bring it on man!! - I like them both anymore like RJ’s found a new day??
OMG she’s gettin worst - here kitty kitty here kitty kitty - now get her in the bag and lets drown her!!
Thank you all kindly for your lovely words of consolation, much appreciated.
We buried poor Tessie on Wednesday morning, a good crowd turned out for the church service, she was very popular in her own area. She would have been proud of her husband for the wonderful wake he gave for her back at their house, well done John me lad.
She had breast cancer 20 years ago and it seemed to be gone when she had a breast removed back then, but late last year the cancer returned with a vengeance and finally took it’s toll. What a cheerful woman she was, always looking at the bright side of things, she was a real joy to be with, I’ll miss her terribly and Wexford, lovely County that it is, will never be the same to me again without me oul pal Tessie, she was 69. God rest her cheerful soul.
Sorry about this long post but I just have to give you some idea of what this wonderful person was like, I had 11 S.I.L.’s and she was by far my favourite.
Tessie, who was my brothers wife, was more than a sister in law to me, she used to work in the office of a jewellers I worked for when she was young, it was me who introduced her to my younger brother, they hit it off straight away.
She was a country girl working in the big city and when they married they lived for a few years in Dublin, but then her mother died in Wexford and they moved into her house down there. He was with the electricity board and managed to get a work transfer. She was always asking Phyllis and me to move down there, but I wasn’t a driver and all my work contacts were in Dublin, when I retired Phyllis said it was too late to change so we never did.
We went down there twice every year and they often came to Killarney with us when we went to Kerry, they in turn would spend some time with us here in the city, we were never short of a laugh when Tessie was around.
She was involved in amateur dramatics and could master any accent in a short time, she was very talented, good looking with a terrific figure that she kept all her life, she could have went far in the acting game had she wanted to, but she was too modest and too wrapped up in her four kids.
I remember on holiday one year the four of us went into a pub in Gorey, it was afternoon midweek so there were only a few regulars in there, we had a few jars and then she took out a script from her handbag, it was Heno McGee’s play “Hatchet”, all about a tough inner city family involved in dodgy dealings, they were putting it on locally, I had seen the play twice and told her so, she then asked me to do the husband who was rowing with his wife in the pub scene, fairly violent with lots of colourful language.
I studied the husbands dialogue for a while and off the pair of us started after giving the barman the nod and the wink. By God she was brilliant and the faces on the locals who thought we were for real, was something else. That gave her more pleasure than an Oscar.
You would have to travel far and wide before you’d meet another woman like Tessie, I miss her already.
Whether they be old tales or new, wanderings or true, we all love them because they come from you.
What more can I say RJ. We’ll just keep ploughing along.
As dear old Joseph Locke sang
“Keep right on to the end of the road,
Keep right on to the end,
If the way be long, let your heart be strong,
Keep right on round the bend.
If you’re tired and weary still journey on,
Till you come to your happy abode,
Where all you love that you’re dreaming of
Will be there at the end of the road”
Maybe we should bring in a new rule Pug me lad
“There shalt not nay be any buggering off before twelve midnight”
‘Cept for me of course who shall definitely be buggering off around tennish for a pint, man cannot live on food alone ya know.
Oh look! it’s lunchtime again, must dash off now, the old lads in the local will think I’m dead.
scrounger!!
Just a little pointer,soze you’s don’t get stung by fraudsters…
…toffee apples aren’t made of toffee!
As always Jem your words create a clear picture and this time of what you yourself have lost. Thank you for sharing your SIL even for a brief moment. I wish you well
We little knew the day that
God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
In death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you didn’t go alone.
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.
You left us peaceful memories.
Your love is still our guide,
And though we cannot see you
You are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken
and nothing seems the same,
but as God calls us one by one
the chain will link again.
Ron Tranmer
THIS LIFE
Life can be so unfair
Sad but still true
Some haven’t a care
Is that true of you?
Who can fathom why
In this world of ours
Some before their time die
Like grass and flowers
What is the purpose of
this temporal form
Destined to die,
our loved ones to mourn
Life flashes by slowly
then faster and then
Comes quickly
your three score and ten
But what does it matter
how long you live
If you embrace life
and to others then give
Fair shares of you talents
and precious time too
What you sow will be
generously returned to you.
© RJ 2018
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That’s a neat new trick RJ, I must try that out the next warm day we get here.
Of course, I believe you Young Robert. x
I needed cheering up. Not a good evening for me earlier.
My son had a fit, and we needed to call an ambulance. He is OK, high blood pressure. But it has shaken me up a bit. So I love funny posts. xxxxx
RJ, it has to be said, if there was a wasp involved, I would have not petted your posterior, we all have our limitations.
I only know one apple joke Pug, it’s very old but with a bit of luck you might have forgotten it.
Once upon a time there was a little man called Fred.
Fred had a few small problems in his life, he was middle aged and fat, bald, ugly, very mean, and he had a wooden leg. He was invited by his boss to attend their annual fancy dress party, but didn’t want to spend much money on a costume, he was mean you see.
Off he goes looking for a bargain and the first stop is “Gings” Theatrcial supplies in Dame Street opposite the Olympia Theatre, Gings are famous for stocking everything in the line of theatre wear, they have been there for centuries, indeed it’s said that Robin of Locksley when on holiday in Dublin, bought his first hood there.
“Good morning Sir” says the smiling salesman “what can I do for you?”
“I’m looking to hire a cheap costume, I’m going to a fancy dress party tonight” says Fred.
“How much had you got in mind to spend Sir?”
“Well not much”
The salesman frowned and then smiles.
“Well let me see now, we have this lovely Judges outfit complete with gavel, only a pound per night to hire” (the ‘Sir’ bit had been dropped)
“Naw… to dear, anything else?”
“How about I give you the wig and gown for ten bob a night?”
“Naw…still a bit out of my bracket”
The salesman is getting annoyed now.
“My final offer, I’ll hire you the wig for five bob, how’s that?” (this was in the days of LSD money)
“Naw…I can’t afford it”
The salesman is frantic, he puts his hands on his hips and says to Fred
“If you don’t mind me asking, how much money have you with you?”
“A shilling”
“Well listen very carefully, the best thing you can do is go down to the grocers at the corner there, buy a tin of Golden Syrup, open it up and pour it over your baldy head, unstrap your wooden leg and stick it up your arse then go as a toffee apple” 
Today I was out shopping with Nurse Gillian, a good day no doubt buoyed up by all the kind posts about my health.
Well you could have knocked me down with a feather; a blue rinsed hair W.I. smiling lady gave me a concerned look. Then she grasped my shirt tail hanging over my trousers and commenced to stroke my bum. Vigorously. Was this really happening?
“There” she said “you had a wasp on you back poised to sting, you were lucky that I was here and that I acted quickly”
With the most gracious of smiles and with the bluest of blue eyes twinkling she squeezed my forearm and disappeared into the crowd.
Do you dear reader believe that there really was a wasp?
lurking in my shirting,
it must be true mustn’t it?
I moved the post about the wasp, don’t ask how.
They’ve just done the oldest joke in the world!!