Yet another beautiful day in Ireland today - weather man says it might get up to 20 degrees. B and I had a really lovely walk this morning: watching the cows grazing in the mist as it was burnt off by the sunshine (and sniffing for rabbits obviously). In fact, all was wondrous apart from the fact that my wellies are chafing somewhat (no rude remarks please - they’re Hubby’s and they’re too big) and I need to buy a pair. I sent J a text this morning saying ‘I’m after getting myself a pair of those pink patterned ones’, then realised that I’d inadvertently gone all Irish! What’s come over me? I’ve started to say ‘thanks a million’ to people too.

Last night it was quite nippy and the boys and I built a roaring fire - complete with several very bad impressions of Sid the Sloth from Ice Age (must be spoken through clenched teeth):

Sid: ‘With this stick, and my highly evolved brain, I will create…FIRE! From now on you’ll have to refer to me as Sid, Lord of the Flame!’

Manfred: ‘Hey Lord of the Flame, your tail’s on fire’.

Well it made us laugh (easily pleased). When we finally got a chance to sit down and have a glass of wine in front of the fire, Hubby and I wondered whether the children will start to speak with Irish accents. Apart from picking up a few phrases I can’t believe that he and I will ever lilt, but will our children? We’ve already noticed that they’re losing their more horrendous mock-cockney English-isms picked up from school, such as ‘well wicked!’, ’nuffing’ and my personal favourite ‘that’s well good, innit’. I therefore would be eternally grateful for lilting Irish children. I find listening to Irish people talking very therapeutic (apart from the swearing, obviously), and the radio is currently my saviour on the horrendously long school run. In fact, its well wicked (sorry).

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