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Paddy’s Day post

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day to all those Irish people and people of Irish desent (not to those who use St Paddy’s day as an excuse to drink that yearly Guinness)!

I have just returned from walking Ferris for an hour, which was lovely. I worked this morning instead of this afternoon today. It was busy and the time flew passed and then it was home (thanks to a lift from my most lovely one, Mr C), snap and dog walking. So far so good. And all done in a nice green top, in honour of the Republic.

Yesterday was good. It remained grey but did stop the constant pouring (which began, of course, just as we went to help Dad move a dead washing machine out and bring a live one in). We woke up quite early and Mr C bathed and I walked the pooch before we decided to take the kids (neice and neph) avec pup to Instow beach. We also had a spot of lunch in a nearby capitalist shop with attached capitalist cafe. In the evening we had tickets to see a Chicken favourite, Mr Scruff at a place called the Factory in Barnstaple. We had hoped it would be the artists usual brand of chilled, jolly tracks but it proved a big disappointment with mostly thumping dance beats being the order of the day. A shame, and it has left Mr C a little sad. Damn you, Mr Scruff and your little pies, too…

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