Whoever said that nothing happens in small towns … never lived in Ballinamore.
There I was happily ensconced on the bus for the John McGahern tour … when I realised that it wouldn’t be back in town in time for me to get ready for the Moo Ladies Night.
So I disrupt the nice man who is doing a fantastic commentary so I can get off the bus … and into the pouring rain.
Lucky I don’t embarrass easily.
In the small time I had on the tour I was fascinated and really interested.
Before I got on the bus a lovely woman called Mary Smith (Adrian’s mum) came over to introduce herself.
She is a faithful reader of the blog and enjoys the photos.
By the way Mary … you must have been a child bride as you look waaaay too young to have a great big son like Adrian.
Mary was with her sister in law … another Mary …and her husband. The sister in law Mary was delighted to hear about the blog and wants to let her son in Oz know about it.
So … to Mary’s son in Oz … here are a couple of fine shots of your mum and dad.
Here is a few peek preview shots of the dog show …more tomorrow.
That’s me and Coco before she became Feral Devil Dog.
One of the ladies in the background said to me ‘ is that the dog on that blog?’.
She had been a dote all day and when we had to do the walking thing for the judge … she went demented and was jumping and biting my arm.
At the women’s football match last night we had a special guest … Paris Hilton.
Paris mingled with our more famous celebrities … Maggie and Rosie.
I don’t think Mags moved from that spot all through the game.
But when you look at the fierceness of the play … would you blame her?
And in true metaphoric style … the goal posts actually moved … so that the ball could get in regardless of skill.
The only thing that would get me on that field was the half time drinks … forget your water … bring on the champagne.
I’ve got about an hour to have a nap and get myself dressed for the Ladies Night.
Expect a very very late post here tomorrow.