Tagged: Why do I blog?
Apr 12th, 2007 by Granny
I started to blog to clear my good name.
Long before it came to my attention, Grandad was slurring my character on line. He was portraying a woman with no depth or aptitude, apart from spending endless hours shopping.
The kind of woman who lunches and spends a fortune on frocks in the name of charity, but it’s really about having their photograph in the Prada dress on the cover of Social and Personal.
The kind of woman I despise, and pity with equanimity!
A less materialistic woman you could not find. You are as likely to find me in Oxfam. I donate my newish books there and as our branch has an excellent, up to date library of almost new books, I am likely to buy a few more, aware that I am
- Donating to the Third World
- Recycling
- I’m highly entertained by the characters
I need you to know that I’m a nice self effacing girl. I have not been to Grafton Street since the days of the fortnightly cheque from R.T.E..
I will admit to having had an account at Arnotts then. It was part of the job description to look smart and well turned out.
Now I have friends on line. Women like Grannymar and Flirty, and others like John and Dario, who will alert me to Grandad’s treachery, and action can be taken.
I am not extravagant with my money. I bought the inexpensive pair for the Ploughing Championships. It was a ‘two-pair for one’ offer
so I sent one pair to Grannymar in Belfast for the Easter Parade. She caused a riot. But they are used to riots in Belfast.
So that is my Tag done, K8. Stop feeding the child Guinness please and start grooming her for the cat walk. Someone has to keep us in our old age. You would be well advised to take up that invitation from that nice American man. He owns his own small-holding. What more could you want?
Wha?
What did I do now? I just awoke from a nap. I’m going to get a glass of water.
Is romance in the air? I smell a good story for a chick-lit writer …
I’m sure Cecilia will be by soon.
“that invitation from that nice American man.”
I’m so confused!
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Granny I forgot to thank you for the shoes.
You are a little mixed up so I put it down to the bug you had.
Were you ‘Under the Doctor’ as they say up here in wee Norn Iron?
You sent me a pair of gaudy red shoes large enough to fit both ‘Ugly Sisters’ at once. I tried my best but they were like canal barges, so naturally I toppled off them and am suffering ever since.
I still have to buy shoes for ‘The Wedding of the Century’ in 10 weeks time, I only hope my ankles are back to normal.
Keep well, Is the power back?
Brian,
Don’t be confused, pet.
It’s just that I’m trying to find a husband for our Kate. We can’t have a son-in-law called The Accidental Terrorist. And The Accidental Terrorist doesn’t have a small-holding.
So we are putting her up for auction, and she carries a handsome dowry.
We also want somewhere to stay in America in the holidays. It gets mighty cold in the mountains up here where we live.
God Bless the two of you (and America)
Grannymar,
whatever you do, don’t change your hairstyle before the wedding. I had a perm, the day before we went to France and ended up with a clump of straw standing on edge, like I had just had an ECT course.
I ended up wearing a white, tight, wide hairband, and Grandad said I looked like something out of Casualty.
Just put the shoes on eBay. Pretend they are the Gucci pair. The proceeds will get you a lovely frock for the wedding.
Ma, obviously you’ve never SEEN me fella’s holding. It’s quite adequate, thank you.
And what’s this about a dowry? I ain’t seen no dowry. Are you talking about the pigs and chickens.. because that ancient bag of dubloons you have stuffed up the chimney isn’t legal tender anymore.
I gave one dowry to your boyfriend - over €200,000 in used notes. He has obviously spent it on DVDs and video games. He’s not getting another penny. The rest is for Brianf.
Hey K8, shhhhhh! Don’t let anyone else hear us. I’ll pop over there. Pick me up at Shannon. I’ll be the lost looking American guy with a ball cap on. We can jump through their hoops for a week and when I get the bag of dubloons we’ll all duck out and head over to Christies auction house in London, sell them off, split the profits and voile…..We’re home free.
Hey, but like I said, let’s not let anyone else know about our plan, OK?
I’ve just put up a post under Seniors about you and Granddad
http://murder.booklocker.com/2007/04/20/bloggers-not-cloggers-irish-that-is/. Hope to hear more from you.
Bugger, didn’t realise I had to report on GD, will add to my ever increasing, to do list. Like the shoes!