Sunshine

What is it about sunshine, consistent sunshine, that results in dustbunnies taking over the house and an ironing pile so high that goats start grazing on it?  We haven't even had a decent meal since Sunday (when it rained) as my brain is on . . . . .  a chair in the backgarden in the sunshine.  Anwers please?

We are 10 days shy of school holidays and the only thing planned so far is 7 days in Ballybunion. No ideas as to what to do with the other 8 weeks of the summer holidays so cries of 'I'm bored" will no doubt abound.  Still, we live close to the beach and some great parks so that shall be it.

Made a holy show of myself last Sunday.  We had gone into town to take part in a Space Hopper Guiness Book of Records attempt only to discover that the IRISH TIMES (no less) had given the wrong date and we were a week early.  We dossed in Merrion Square for an hour or so before heading to Howth.  Actually, Merrion Square is well worth a visit.  It's this lovely little park right in the middle of town and yet it is so quiet.  Plus, there are a whole host of artists who peg their work to the railings every Sunday.  Some of them defo worth a look some defo worth a giggle.

So anyway, back to making a show of myself.  There is this tour that goes on in Dublin that involves Duck craft (war vehicles that can drive off the road into the sea/rive/grand canal basin) and sail off.  Very cool actually.  Well, this tour involves vikings.  Basically it's a Viking tour where everyone on the bus/boat learns about viking Dublin with the bumf being told by a Viking.  Thus as they drive around Dublin the lead Viking will say something along the lines of 'see them, let's give a great big Viking roar' whereupon the entire craft roars at some poor unsuspecting fecker walking along the quays.  Usually causing him to either lep out of his skin and fall over, Roar back or tell them they're all bastards.  That's the general drift of the tour.  Mostly people roar back.  I have been both on the boat roaring at the unsuspecting feckers and been the unsuspecting fecker I should add.

So, on Sunday, we were heading back towards Howth on Pearse Street, in the car, when Darren said 'Vikings'.  I said 'Okay, 1, 2, 3 and everyone roars okay?'.  Oh, my sister was in the back.  So, I rolled down windows, did the 1,2,3 thing and roared.  Alone.  Not one of the swines in the car roared with me. 

Just me,  Roaring 'ROAAAAAAAR' out the car window.  Actually, was kinda hanging out of the car window too.  The people in the car beside me quickly put up their window and those on the Viking boat/bus just looked on baffled.  And then kinda sniggered.  They obviously had a bad Viking leader and didn't know that you both roared and were roared at.

Their sniggering was nothing compared to everyone pissing themselves in the car.  Fiona, sister, couldn't catch her breath for a good five minutes ("did yeh see their faces????"), the kids wanted to know what mammy was doing hanging out the window roaring and Darren just snickered quietly to himself and muttered 'f*cking deadly' a lot.  Yeah, so there are some very confused tourists going around and some people in car who will never ever lower their window again in Dublin city.

It was funny though.  Y'know the kind of funny that still makes you giggle three days later. 

If you should see a viking boat/bus ROAR at them.  It's good for the soul.