Sunday, July 11, 2010

Polly says "Ah, this is the life...!"

Hi ya!

Just a quickie to say hello from Sunny Dingle!!! Yes, we do have sun and just a spot or two of spitting drizzle... every now and again!

Just had a lovely brunch including some of Margaret's Oldfarm sausages, lots and lots of tea and hopefully Murphy's ice-cream to follow. Found a wonderful takeaway in town last night and were lucky enough to catch last orders last night, all the way to bleedin' Kerry and what did we have for dinner? An Indian and Donna Kebabs! And it was so funny watching Gypsophillus-the-dog coughing this morning as she ate her breakfast out of one of the left over takeaway containers... (especially considering that she's quite a conoisseur of spicy food these days!)

The Rainbow Hostel is lovely! The staff are friendly and helpful, the rates are certainly affordable, considering the situation and the fact that we've full access to all the facilities, except the beds. The only draw back is that any washing has to be done by hand or submitted to the laundry service provided by the staff. I'm sure the cost is reasonable, but I'm probably too mean to pay for it anyway - we'll see! Ironically, the hostel not only has a cat, but her name is Gypsophillus too! It's inclined to be somewhat confusing when the boys call the cat and I turn around to see how our own girlie got off the lead...

I have to admit that it does seem a little silly to be sitting half in and half out of our eight-man tent, typing away on the laptop in the lovely Kingdom of Kerry rather than going down to the town, shoreline, harbour or Murphy's Ice-Cream Parlour. That said, this is our annual holiday and it's a time for rest and relaxation which comes in all forms, shapes and sizes including sitting in the garden of the Rainbow Hostel using their wifi, reading On Writing by Stephen King (which by the way is very good), The Rough Guide to Ireland, and generally dossing...  



DG took himself, LB and G into the convenience store earlier on and brought back his copy of the Sunday Times affording a little bit of peace and quiet for the first time since 6.30am (we woke a little earlier than usual...)

That said, my new watch appears to have a dud battery in it for the second time since it was purchased. Last week I was woken by the sound of the Scouts chatting and playing the maraca at 5.30am. By the time I eventually came to and remarked on their outrageously early energy levels I was unceremoniously told that I was crazy - given the fact that it was actually 8.30am...

Still, isn't that what holidays are all about? Losing track of time and date, just like the Californian lady I was speaking to earlier on this morning! Ah, this is the life...

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