Thursday Special ~ Good News


The other day my neighbour came running up to me in the driveway just jumping for joy! I didn’t know why she was jumping for joy. I thought, what the heck, and I starting jumping up and down along with her.

She said, “Sally, I have some really great news!”

I said, “Great. Tell me why you’re so happy.”

She stopped jumping and, breathing heavily from all the jumping up and down, told me that she was pregnant!

I knew that she had been trying for a while so I told her, “That’s great! I couldn’t be happier for you!”

Then she said, “There’s more.”

I asked, “What do you mean ‘more’?”

She said, “Well, we are not having just one baby. We are going to have twins Amazed at how she could know so soon after getting pregnant, I asked her how she knew.

She said… “That was the easy part. I went to Wal-Mart and they actually had a home pregnancy kit in a twin-pack. Both tests came out positive!”

Pins and needles

Not the kind that tingles in your arms or legs.

The kind you sew with.

Elly heard me bleat about knocking over my pin box on many an occasion, as I scrambled about on hands and knees trying to retrieve them.

When she came at the weekend, she had a little surprise for me. I like Elly’s surprises!

I resurrected my Flip camera to give you a little demonstration, mind you, it is so long since I used it that I almost forgot how it worked!

If you wish to have a go the ingredients necessary are:

A dish with a deep recess on the underside.
Strong magnet/s.

WARNING: Keep the strong magnets well away from mobile phones, bank & credit cards and from pacemakers.


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I no longer bother with decorating the house at Christmas, there is nobody only me to see it. Sometimes I am here and then other years I am away. There is nothing as bad as coming home to an empty dark house, that has been abandoned for several days, to an unlit tree and other trinkets needing to be packed away in boxes for another twelve months.

My Elly, George & Buffy were here for the weekend and that is our celebration over and done with. Sometimes she feels bad about not spending Christmas with me, but it is after all only one day and a short one at that. I cannot see the point in rushing around on the roads in bad weather and poor light. Roads filled with stressed drivers or others who are once a year drivers unsure of where thy are going, or those with drink taken.


We can have a fun day together at our leisure, in the summer when the weather is better, the days longer and the world calmer – Double the value, in my book.

I heard of one young lady, Molly, who was asked, at the nudging from aunts and uncles what she wanted for Christmas.

Her answer: A token of time! I love this child.

If each one devoted a few hours or a day, spread out over the year, It would be fabulous.

A TOKEN OF TIME AND A FEW HUGS…. Heaven at any age!

Hello world


My blog should be back to normal by Morning. Thanks to everyone who offered helpful suggestions or aid to sort out the problem. It was a real beastie with redirects on all Posts.

A VERY BIG THANK YOU must go to Gerard McGarry for his time, patience, and Kung Fu skills to beat the nasties. He did it BIGTIME. I highly recommend his Kung Fu Technological problem solving skills and his humour is not bad either.

My new header is in Gerard’s honour. No. That is not his house, he lives next door! ;)

Phil & the Engineers at Blacknight played their part too.

To Elly, Donncha, Anders, and Darren, who were all ready to step up to the plate, I appreciate the offer of help.

May you’re new year ahead bring, food to your table, work that you enjoy and sunshine to lighten your hearts.

Lán grá


Thursday Special ~ It was in the Bible!

A little boy opened the big family Bible.

He was fascinated as he fingered through the old pages. Suddenly, something fell out of the Bible. He picked up the object and looked at it.

What he saw was an old leaf that had been pressed in between the pages.

“Mama, look what I found,” the boy called out.

“What have you got there, dear?”

With astonishment in the young boy’s voice, he answered:

“I think it’s Adam’s underwear!” 

Thank you Ramana for this weeks little tale>

A cup of coffee and more….

Photographer Roy McKeown bought the derelict Raceview Woollen Mill set in 16 acres in Broughshane – “Garden Village of Ulster”. It was destined for demolition, but rather than demolish it, Roy wanted to create a “village within a village,” featuring a mixture of housing, enterprise units and hospitality. Thus using the site to generate around 100 jobs and draw tourists to the village.

 Raceview Mill 20ft turbine

Raceview Mill 20ft turbine photo credit: Belfast Telegraph

This 20ft turbine which once powered the mill has now been sandblasted, cleaned up and painted and been installed at the front of the site as a focal point. Still very much a work in progress, the first phase designed in a similar style to the old mill buildings, provides new workspace for local Art & Craft enterprises. We arrived on a very cold wintery morning to a warm welcome from happy faces beavering away like Santa’s elves at Fiddlesticks Fabrics. It was all part of Free Make & Take Week from Monday to Sunday 1st-7th December.

Janet & GM

Janet & GM

We were invited to join in and sew a Christmas decoration, before taking it home as a memento of our visit – Free of charge. Like a naughty school girl, I was so busy chatting, that I brought mine home unfinished, but I have plenty of stuffing for the task and hope to finish it today. We learned that we were a day early for the ‘Winter Wonderland at Raceview Mill’, an event taking place over first two weekends of December. Among the attractions are:

  • Santa, together with Mother Christmas reading stories and much more!
  • approx 100 Christmas Market stalls – all indoors under a Victorian Roof
  • spacious pop up restaurant.
  • music and entyertainment from top bands such as Pure Blarney until late
  • Childrens fairground

I didn’t manage to return the next day, but maybe next weekend…. if my Elly wants to be a child once more! ;) Fiddlesticks Fabrics is my kind of wonderland, below are some of the photos I took, when not chatting or struggling to thread a needle with invisible thread! This age lark is definitely not for wimps.

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I might be a regular visitor in the year ahead. We eventually adjourned to The Red Brick coffee shop, at Raceview Mill where morning coffee became lunch with wonderful parsnip, celery and apple soup served with wheaten bread, followed by a coffee! Yum, yum, warm tum! I might be a regular visitor in the year ahead to explore the many units that were not ready for business on Friday. Shop fitters were in evidence everywhere, and those open to the public were still in a state of growing into their space. Another attraction will be a riverside path, planted to attract butterflies, connecting with the existing Broughshane buttermilk path.  Drum roll please!

Gino Gingerbread

Gino Gingerbread

Gino Gingerbread is finished! Now I have a new game to play… What to do with these little buttons:-

Tiny novelty buttons

Tiny novelty buttons

Spools, safety pins and thimbles. The pack said eighteen pieces. I think I did well. How many can you count?

The End is never the End ~ Part 20

The remainder of the day seemed to pass in the blinking of an eye. Each person present played a part in making it a memorable occasion. Talk of the wedding, the reception, the music and dancing, as well as a curiosity about the destination of the honeymoon were the constant topics for the week while Alice and Morgan were away. George had pulled a master stroke with the wedding cake. Everyone loved it. Each detail of the decoration was recalled . George had surprised the couple with a Morgan Roadster on top of the cake, with a bride and groom sitting inside it. The trailer attached to a tow bar at the back of the car, held a tiny cake on a stand, decorated with Birthday greetings for the bride and Groom! He must have used a very strong magnifying glass to see what he was writing on that tiny cake!

The afternoon the newly weds returned from honeymoon, was another special day. All the staff, whether on duty or not, had turned out in uniform and lined up like a guard of honour to welcome them home to Hour House. The couple were relaxed and happy and made time to speak to everyone. Afternoon tea was served in the library and Morgan thanked them for the part they played in making the wedding so special and again for the welcome home.

“Tomorrow, we begin work in earnest, to put Hour House on the map. We all have a part to play, in order to build a reputation for the place we are now proud to live and work in. A happy workforce makes for happy guests. Happy guests do not save their breath to cool their porridge. No. They spread the word and encourage others to come and share in the experience. We want no cooled porridge, we want the warm breath of encouragement and regular patter of many feet crossing the threshold.

There may well be days when the sun does not shine, occasions when a customer feels unhappy, or we have personal difficulties at home. Please, do not bottle up these problems and let them fester. Share your problems and difficulties with, George, Gigi, Alice or myself. Remember: a problem shared is a problem halved. Working together as a family is the way forward, we want you all to enjoy the experience. Thank you all, for this wonderful beginning.”

With that, Morgan lifted his wife up in his arms and carried her out of the library to their own private quarters.

One hour later Gigi cast an eye over the library and smiled. ‘Leave the place as you would like to find it’, she could clearly hear that old mantra of her mother’s in her head, as she looked around. Her staff had done so without any asking. Inviting all the staff to be part of the wedding in the first place, was a master stroke and would pay dividends as time went on. What was it her father said….? ‘A good beginning was half the work’, yes that was it, and they were certainly starting on the right foot.

“My dear Mrs Troy, we need to contact our solicitor to update our wills, now that we are married.”

Alice almost jumped in her chair. She had been reading through her large bundle of post as they finished breakfast. Being called Mrs Troy, still seemed a little strange, no doubt she would soon get used to it. Only yesterday, she had signed her name as Alice Slythe. She smiled at Morgan and agreed.

“Yes. We do need to see to it soon and we also need to think seriously about choosing a guardian for Lovell, should anything unforeseen happen to us. I’ll phone the solicitor later this morning and set up an appointment. I’ll let you know the date and time as soon as I talk to him.” Said Alice.

“By the way, did you know that Lovell was now on the pay roll?” asked Alice. “Gigi and Carolyn have been teaching her to fold napkins like standing fans, she has done such a good job, they asked her to do it every day in the Oratory. For wages!”

“Really?” questioned Morgan.

“Yes.” Said Alice. “Her face was a picture when she told me.”

“I’ll have to tease her about having enough money to pay for looking after me, in my old age, but I’ll let her have the pleasure of telling me about the job first.” Said Morgan. “Do you want another cup of coffee before we meet the girls to sort out our diaries for the week ahead and see how plans are for the opening on the first of December?”

“No more coffee for me at the moment, thank you. Unless you want me spinning like a whirling dervish for the remainder of the day!”

“Alice, I have decided that funnymoons are bad for me and I refuse to go on any more of them!”

“Funnymoons? What do you mean, they are bad for you?” asked Alice.

“They make me lazy, and I could just sit reading a book all morning, instead of going to work!” Said Morgan.

“Sorry Mr Troy. There is no time for laziness, you are already at work and we have plenty of books for you to read, account books for one! I seem to remember that you wanted to talk to Wacky about cows.”

We live over the shop these days, so there is no getting away from the fact that

The End is never the End.


All the previous episodes can be found on their own page under the header.

Thursday Special ~ Games

A married man was having an affair with his secretary. One day, their passions overcame them in the office and they took off for her house. Exhausted from the afternoon’s activities, they fell asleep and awoke at around 8 p.m.

As the man threw on his clothes, he told the woman to take his shoes outside and rub them through the grass and dirt. Confused, she nonetheless complied and he slipped into his shoes and drove home.

“Where have you been?” demanded his wife when he entered the house.

“Darling,” replied the man, “I can’t lie to you. I’ve been having an affair with my secretary. I fell asleep in her bed and didn’t wake up until eight o’clock.”

The wife glanced down at his shoes and said, “You liar! You’ve been playing golf!”

Thank you Ian, only a golfer would send this to me!