Páraig likes dreaming of a white Christmas and reblogging old articles. He also likes his new book and some strange satire, but not late-sprouting spuds or cows in his garden.
Here’s my Christmas 2020 post again. It’s on my old unused blog, still alive in the blog cloud. While I’m cycling and having trifle, it’s here for you.
Memory from 2020: “I include in my thoughts those who have a home but are unable to be there because of travel restrictions. Even in a world of Zoom, there’s nothing quite like pulling a cracker.”
Nollaig Shona from us here in South-East Ireland. I wish you all the very best for the year ahead. May your spuds sprout early and your snails drown in beer.
You’d never guess that in 2020 we were three years younger. So we’re YOU. In any case, we love one another better now. You see we’ve had three more years to understand how loving works and we are committed for the long-term.
This message has been sponsored by Baileys
Nath Cainte Gaeilge – Irish Proverb
Bíonn gach duine lách go dtéann bó in a gharraí.
Everyone’s kind until a cow breaks into their garden.
P.
