All that Blarney - A tour of Ireland

by Davina Penny

Copyright Davina Powell 2011

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Chapter 1 – The Build Up

We were sitting in the lounge sometime in January, watching a programme on TV. Don’t ask me what was, I have no idea or memory of what I was watching in January. I would defy anyone to say that they can recall these insignificant details, but they always seem to manage it on the films don’t they? A sure sign of guilt if you ask me. Anyone who recalls the fact they were watching a particular episode of Eastenders 6 months after the event, definitely has to be hiding something. If I was arrested for a murder and asked to account for my movements, I would be stumped. I would even be hard pushed to say if Steve was there, so alibi possibilities are slim indeed. Basically it was just another cold and boring winter evening. The type which makes me want to find a tree stump somewhere where I can hibernate, ready to wake up around April time. I love Autumn, and Spring, but winter does nothing for me. Thank goodness both Steve and myself have formed a habit of heading off to a faraway place each December, only to return once the hassles of Christmas and New Year have passed. Yes, I am the humbug of all humbugs. Dickens’ Scrooge has nothing on me. I do not put up decorations, and refuse point blank to be bullied into doing so. I do not go to Christmas parties at work, and I am sure that I am gossiped about royally for it. Do I care? No. Am I happy with my life in general? Absolutely. It gives me a great deal of personal satisfaction to fly in the face of convention occasionally, and when it comes to Christmas time, I do so as much as possible. Doesn’t get me out of buying presents though. Each year, I am as fleeced as the next person when it comes to trying to find presents for seven nieces and nephews. This task has to be managed with great dexterity and thought. If the presents are different you run the risk of fights breaking out over them, and accusations of “you spent more on Fred than you did Freda,” and such like.

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