My liver and plants are delighted that the Ballinamore Festival is over.
A very good time was had by a multitude of people … at a pile of events.
Pity about the rain … but what’s out of our control … gives us something to moan about.
Dessie has posted a great slide show of the Premier Event of the festival … the Fancy Dress Parade and mad party at the marque behind Priors.
Now saying marque makes it all sound far too posh – it’s a tent in a field and when you dance off the dance floor … you sink up to your knees in mud.
Maggie knows all about that … don’t you Mags?
And what truth to the rumour that one of the 2 portaloos fell over … I didn’t hear about any major gusts of wind that evening … so how did it fall over? … but I did hear about 2 people emerging from the fallen portaloo.
Truth? In Ballinamore some people go where no one has gone before …
Thanks heaps to both Maggie and Adrian for your care and concern over my poor plants.
They got thrown around on Saturday morning and again this morning.
I can just hear the plants saying to each other …
‘ Do we look like bleedin’ birds’ …as they are thrown in the air for the second night running.
Adrian brought the plant barrow back and Maggie and the street cleaners (thanks lads) helped pick up the poor traumatised plants.
I’ve replanted them again.
Big happy hugs to Adrian’s dog Boysie who scared the living daylights out of a drunken man who was lurking in our lane near Mrs Hamill’s.
Message to drunken men who nip behind our houses to vomit and do their business … Maggie and I do let the dogs out late at night so they can do their business …you never know when …
And I think the score will always be Dogs .. 100 … Drunken Men … nil.
How fast can you run?
Me and Coco are taking to our beds for the next 2 days … I feel a great need for some peace and quiet.
We will be able to sleep a night through without the drunken noise of revellers at 2am … 3 am … 4am … 6am…
Ah well … it’s the festival and the majority of people are great and had a great time catching up.
Oh yeh … to the man who decided to share his thoughts through a loudspeaker at 5.30am on Sunday morning outside my window … I’m doing a special wishing on the next dark moon regarding your sexual prowess and attractiveness.
Be afraid …
I’ve just been in correspondence with a reader in LA who is tracing her grandmothers birth cert so she can come and live in Ireland.
I’m going to help her track it down and go get it for her.
What fun … Liz Lennon … heritage detective … hmmm … family tree sleuth …
The Centre here in Ballinamore and other places have been very helpful.
I love the way all sorts of people read this blog from around the world.
If you ever want me to take a picture of anything specific in Ballinamore … a place or person … leave a comment and I’ll do what I can.
I may stop lolling long enough tomorrow to post the last of the festival photos.