What a great weekend and it seemed to go on forever :-) After 6 years of having 1.5 channels the Sky man visited us on friday, waved his magic wand and bestowed tonnes of channels on us. After channel hopping for a few hours there was still nothing on, hee hee.
All i can say about Saturday is girlie shopping & lunch with my best gal, then drinkies (pub crawl style) that night with another best gal ;-) with plans for more looney juice drinking. Sunday was a bit of a blur until Louise rang for coffee, I ended up (with her help) getting the cutest dress... YES, Dress! for a wee shindig on friday, I'll take a photo of that one to preserve for prosperity!
After all that rest... Monday was set aside for Shona and her best buds. We headed on a road trip, firstly doing 2 geocahes in Ennis. This was the girls first Geocache anfd they loved it. Not only was it their first/second but they were both Nano Caches... look at the size of the cache and we still found them ;-) they've asked can they go with us again. Hooked!
After lunch it was then off to Turoe Pet Farm outside Loughrea in Galway. Just as we landed it started to pour but we donned our raincoats and headed for the nearest pen. This is a great set up, not only are there loads of (farm) animals to meet there is also an inflatable city, indoor wall to wall bouncy castle. At the entrance each kid gets a bag of food to feed the goats, sheep, horses, donkeys. The girls loved that!
In spite of the crap weather the girls had such fun, even in the play ground and there was plenty of trees for me to shelter under :-) There is even a coffee shop to warm yourself up before the drive home.
Not far from Gort we stopped off at Thoor Ballylee, the home (for a period of time) of William Butler Yeats. I was trying to remember what we learned in school and all I could think of was Maud Gonne and that and the poem No Second Troy, I had to google it:
Why should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little streets upon the great.
Had they but courage equal to desire?
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That nobleness made simple as a fire,
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this,
Being high and solitary and most stern?
Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?
Right, need to chill before heading to UK again tomorrow, but at least its a really short week with a wee do on friday, woohoo.
Night all!