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This is Paddy O'Micron. He lives under that rickety old bridge between the town and the green pastures on the hillside. It is where our animals fatten themselves in the summertime and where I have enjoyed many a happy picnic. I may have seen you frolicking there. It is reported that Paddy O'Micron has been scaring the be-jabbers out of folk who cross "his" bridge which was in fact built by the town council. He shouts up, "Who's that criss-crossing my bridge?" The other day, I yelled back, "It's me, the great big Yorkshire Pudding! I'm going up the hillside to lie in the lush green grass. Maybe I will write a poem about a treehouse or a leprechaun who lived under a rickety old bridge!" And Paddy O'Micron yelled back, "Well oim a nasty leprechaun and oim going to eat you for my supper!" But when his ugly old head appeared above the parapet of the bridge, he caught sight of me with my muscular bulk and thought bett...

 My nephew phoned me this afternoon  To see if I was ok.  His mum , my sister had told him I had been unwell And he was concerned. It was a nice conversation  He’s going through a divorce and so I understand his emotions, So we talked about them….. …after a long time as we parted he laughed  This was a conversation about you and all we’ve talked about me  He said My other nephew messaged me minutes later with an in depth review of the new Spider-Man film He wrote a good review and I told him so  He sent me 😁 Hey ho  from Going Gently https://ift.tt/3sqbYaS

The light is strange this afternoon. It’s not cold, but it is slightly misty with the promise of cold and the view from the cottage feels almost ethereal . The village is almost circled by a curve of low hills, with the open valley end dropping away down towards the sea miles to the North West. The hills are now topped with a mist through which the low sun is shining and the sky is glowing with a strange warmth. Bwthyn y Llan’s lime stone walls drink up the sun too and the cottage glows with a life of its own. It faces south, so is used to the sun. The cottage is best viewed in warm sunshine. As I stood up in the churchyard looking west, Irene bleated a short hello from the livery stable fields beyond the green brown hawthorn hedges. I am home   from Going Gently https://ift.tt/3FbjcmK