As always, an interesting read.
I will definitely be checking out the literary talent of Winston Graham. And, we here in The States, also, treasure the ukulele. It possesses a certain je ne sais quoi.
Key West’s infamously famous Green Parrot Bar also treasures the ukulele. So much so they have their own club:
Off the top of my head:
The rain has stopped. That’s something. And the wind; our youngest trees are leaning 45 degrees towards northeast. That’s what the Gulfstream will do for you. I wonder is that why we Irish seem to brace a little, lean forward with a wary smile, as if waiting for the next onslaught.
I walked into a butcher’s shop yesterday, hood up and head bowed.
‘Miserable, huh?’was the butchers greeting. I could only agree. If it was bad enough that we couldn’t go out it might be better. I didn’t bother wearing a coat when I walked the dog. It was warm and it seemed easier to not fight and just get wet. I am weathered.
Actually, if you want a true insight into the Irish pysche you should read John Boyne’s A History of Loneliness. I’ve been intending to write about it for weeks…
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