When we came back from Belgium, Saint Nicolas came with us. He didn’t come last year as we had been back in Ireland several years and he just can’t cover everyone. However, due to persistent local demand, he is coming tonight. At least, I hope he is; boots have been left by the fireplace, a carrot for his donkey in the hall and a bottle of beer on the table. Yes, beer, Leffe, since you ask. He is a Belgian tradition after all.
Watching Paint Dry
I do my online shopping with Superquinn on a Wednesday night. The website never ceases to amaze me. For some reason they have scorned Google’s customised search options to give you their own more quirky approach.
A couple of sample items from tonight’s list:
Kitchen Paper
A search under kitchen paper reveals nothing but yet, somehow, I feel that there must be some kitchen paper in the Superquinn empire. Aha, I am not fooled, I try “kitchen towels” nothing. Using quite amazing cunning, I try “kitchen towel’s”. Bingo. But you know, maybe it would be worth putting them under “kitchen towels” as well, just for those people who don’t know about the obligation to put an apostrophe in all plurals.
Toilet Paper
There is no toilet paper. Ah no, a novice’s mistake, I should have searched under “toilet tissue” which is obvious really.
Washing-up liquid
Searching washing-up liquid gives a paltry few results. Try “Fairy” though and you hit the jackpot.
Cocoa
Cocoa was under cocoa as, mysteriously, were air fresheners.
Double Cream
This returned two items: double cream and “Oil Of Olay Double action Night Cream Sensitive (50 Millilitre)” If you were looking for night cream would you look under double cream? Nope, didn’t think so.
Corn Flakes
Sole item returned: “Crunchy Nut Corn Flakes Portion Pack (35 Gram)” Well that’s not going to feed a family of five for a week is it?
Aren’t we all glad NaBloPoMo is over?
Scraping the Bottom of the Barrel
We had potatoes from the school garden for dinner. It’s not often you get to eat a potato reared in the centre of a big city. They were very nice thank you. Organic but with a significant exposure to exhaust fumes.
Ancient Rome
Herself is doing a project on ancient Rome at school. She’s really enjoying it and has already stripped our local library of its books on Rome and cost us a fortune in printer ink. So you can imagine that I was very pleased when this popped into my inbox last week:
My Museum: A Roman Invasion!
This Sunday, Legion Ireland-the Roman Military History Society of Ireland, will rally their troops and invade the first floor of the National Museum of Ireland-Archaeology! The R.M.S.I. are a society dedicated to portraying the Roman Army and it’s Celtic allies and foes in the first century AD. They use highly accurate reproductions of the equipment and dress of the first century Imperial Army and drill and display, through the use of Latin.
Drop-in to speak with them, try their swords and helmets on for size, explore our Life and Death in Ancient Rome exhibition or have a go at hand-to-hand combat and drill formations!
All ages welcome.
Free of charge!
www.museum.ie
www.romanarmy.ieKind regards,
Education and Outreach Department
National Museum of Ireland-Archaeology
Kildare Street
Dublin 2
We took ourselves off on Sunday. It was a qualified success with the target audience. She talked to the lads in their Roman gear and looked at their extensive kit. She played “Nine Men’s Morris” with a nice legionary and had a go rolling his bones. However, she didn’t have half as much fun as her brothers who spent a good three quarters of an hour in gladiatorial combat directed by a man in a tunic.
My Husband Says I’m Obsessive Compulsive
Why would he say that?
Not for Joining
Herself is keen to drop out of tennis lessons. You will remember that she left ballet and that she no longer comes to GAA training. On the plus side she likes cycling and her swimming is improving. The coach has offered to give her lessons alone as he thinks that she feels that the other children are better than her and this is why she wants to give up. Incidentally, this is not the case, they are all quite dreadful. She has agreed to give this a go and we will monitor progress.
I am reminded of our friend M who said recently that when he was a child, he just wanted to read “Swallows and Amazons” in peace but his parents kept trying to drag him out for sailing lessons. Maybe I should leave her in peace.
