I grow old ... I grow old ...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
TS MisogenistiotQuoting: "While our social welfare services are being continuously improved, there is considerable scope for voluntary effort in providing old people not just with the basic necessities of life but also with some comfort and companionship." I'm not knocking it because keeping Elders up-and-at-'em will ultimately stop
Manhattan Transfer and Route 66 and go Busáras Transfer and out along the N4. Since September last year, I've been
Actually, me being me, I shall probably be too mean to purchase Lunch in Longford so will rather be checking out the park-benches and sharing my 'umble cheese-and-chard sandwich with the pigeons. But I might be tempted to a hot cup of tea at Torc Café, The Wooden Spoon, or the Gallery. But that will be enough, because I have to cover Brunch in Baltinglass, Coffee in Cork [scabbing off Dau.II and hoping for macaroons] and Dinner in Dublin with Dau.I. And like my late much loved MiL, I shall probably start nattering to the unfortunate randomers who are near enough on the train to cough at.