martedì 17 marzo 2026

St. Patrick's Day.

 Forget Hairy Bert's Birthday, that was yesterday. Today is St. Patrick's Day!


St. Paddy evidently drove snakes out of Ireland.


Our secondary school ('our' refers to all the old bloggers around here) was named after the snake remover. 

Okay, enough about Paddy.

I didn't get any practice done yesterday. It was one of those days when things kept popping up. We had a plumber here for quite a while. It turns that things are more complicated than I thought. Evidently, the guy who put in our bathroom hand basin plumbing got it all wrong. The plumber is evidently coming back today to put it all back together. Also, the toby that controls water going to our property is broken. This needs to be fixed by the council before the leaks in our two hose pipes can be fixed. I'm glad I didn't try to fix those things myself.

I've got to touch up a few spots on our house with paint but, apart from that, I intend to put a lot of time into music practice today.

I asked Peter who won the golf yesterday and he replied, "God."


I can only assume that he meant God helped Rob win. Well done, Rob. I guess Peter has a lot more practice to do, even more than me on my violin.

Okay, that's it from me this morning.

Vai ad allenarti a golf.

Ciao.

13 commenti:

THE CURMUDGEON ha detto...

Your violin would have been of greater assistance to me yesterday rather than my golf clubs.

Rob ha detto...

Golf was the winner.

Richard (of RBB) ha detto...

But it's easier to stick a golf club up your arse.

Richard (of RBB) ha detto...

It got through his undies okay?

Rob ha detto...

Today is the feast of St Cyril. Tomorrow St Joseph, that's a biggy too.

THE CURMUDGEON ha detto...

They keep coming along hard and fast.
When is the feast day for St Hilarious?
I hear that St James The Dismembered couldn't have a feast day because it would have had to be spread over too many days.

Richard (of RBB) ha detto...

When is Saint Richard's feast day?

THE CURMUDGEON ha detto...

Any Turdsday .... sorry, Thursday.

Richard (of RBB) ha detto...

A cough is heard in the distance. Far away.

THE CURMUDGEON ha detto...

How are things old boy?

Richard (of RBB) ha detto...

I prefer the name Twelve Days Younger Boy.

THE CURMUDGEON ha detto...

12 days of what?
Christmas?
I’d go for 11 days if I were you and get 11 pipers piping.

Richard (of RBB) ha detto...

Shut up!