The Ring of Kerry, another wedding, and finally another wedding!!!
Bonjour Mes Amies,
36 degrees, not a cloud in the sky, only 3 hours to go before the ceremony, and the Bride calmly suggests that 30 tablecloths need ironing! Suddenly there is not a soul in sight; 30 seconds before we had a house full! My brother in law, Mike (aka, yours truly, The Gerbil), the one that corrects Olif’s grammar and created this website, finds the ironing board, plugs in the iron and away he goes. I thought it was only horses that sweat, men just perspire and Olif’s lose heat (actually I don’t, thank you Joe, marvellous stuff this HRT!). Well, after 2 hours of solid ironing in such temperatures, tablecloths looked super creaseless, and Mike resembled a hot horse!
“Sort out a quick trip to see the Irish Vanessa. I fancy a Guinness or two after pregnancies, chocolate drop arrivals and a wedding” suggests JS a few days before the Wedding Day!
“Fine” I replied. “I haven’t got much to do today, having just arrived back from the birthing bit in England, secured a tear in the tent, opened up and fixed about a thousand marriage decoration packages from China, calmed the Bride to be, and encouraged the wilting plants to buck their ideas up and try and look glam,”
Ryanair from Nice to Dublin for 7 euros each. I was told by our mate Colin, the Pilot, that Ryanair frequently runs out of fuel mid-flight, and often land at a different airport than planned, but a good price anyway Vanessa!!
We find Ireland, and then head off to the Ring of Kerry.
179km circuit of the Iveragh peninsula, is a panoramic road that winds past pristine beaches, medieval castles, mountains and loughs, with ever changing views of the island dotted Atlantic… The Lonely Planet guide 1999 edition. I nicked it from the Ryanair seat in front of me!
I am sure they are right, but there was no mention of thick fog however, Frank Spencer driving a rented orange Fiat 500, and me doing the navigation. Honestly we looked like Fred and Wilma Flintstone. Every bit of cred I had was entirely lost, even the tourist coaches never expected us coming round the corner.
“What’s the view like Nessie”, as we swerve from the left to the right and visa versa.
“This is such fun” exclaims John.
“Which bit is fun, JS?”
Kissing the Blarney stone was fun, however, my driver nearly fell through the grid and for a split second I thought he was a gonna, I can upgrade the car!
The chocolate drops.
Growing fast, Remy weighing in at 16lbs, and Indy at a delicate girly weight of 11lbs.
Remy has attended his first Birmingham City football match with his Dad and Indy to her first delights, of a beauty therapist. She is definitely following in the footsteps of both her Mum and Grandma!
JS may never recover from the births, a wedding, Brexit and the exchange rate!
So, a rather busy 2016!
Love to all
“I always said if they have a golf course like this in Heaven, I want to be the head pro.”
-Gary Player, on the Masters. Xxxxxxxxxxxx