Monday. It feels like Sunday.

Today is a normal working day in Northern Ireland, yet in my head it feels like Sunday. If I lived one hundred miles down the road, it would be a holiday. August bank holiday weekend.

I had visitors for lunch. We had a wonderful, happy and cheerful lunch.

Buffy brought Elly, George and the wonderful Peter Donegan to share lunch with me. George did the driving and Buffy made sure he was on the right road.

It was all over too quickly and they are heading back south as I type. The house is very quiet now. I am sitting with my feet up and reliving the few very pleasant hours.

Happy hugs do my heart good! Thank you, Elly, George, Peter & Buffy.

14 thoughts on “Monday. It feels like Sunday.

    1. Grannymar Post author

      I Found you, Peter! You were loitering in the wilderness. 🙁 Peter you were a delightful guest, I look forward to the next visit.

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  1. SchmidleysScribbling

    Hugs are good medicine. My friend Kathy has been sharing her visit to “the old sod.” As she calls it…Ireland of course. She is a second generation migrant from Ireland and born in Boston of course.

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    1. Grannymar Post author

      I hope I know what day I am at, when I waken in the morning. What comes after Monday?

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    1. Grannymar Post author

      WWW, Buffy was really excited when she arrived, She almost jumped out of the car window when she saw me.

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  2. rummuser

    My Monday went like a shot. I saw a movie about which you will shortly see a review post. Because of the rains, traffic was slow as pedestrians and two wheelers were less in number!

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    1. Grannymar Post author

      Yesterday we had a dry day, but this morning we are back to rain with more in the pipeline for the remainder of the week!

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