Hot Water revisited, and Funny Names for things.

I have seriously come to the conclusion that even though it sounds like we are speaking the same language, there are some things that get lost in translation. Or in definition, is more like it. Allow me to explain. Let’s take as an example the word rock. One of its meanings is-This is the one I had in mind at the time:
rock |räk|
noun
1 the solid mineral material forming part of the surface of the earth and other similar planets, exposed on the surface or underlying the soil or oceans.
• a mass of such material projecting above the earth's surface or out of the sea : there are dangerous rocks around the island.
• Geology any natural material, hard or soft (e.g., clay), having a distinctive mineral composition.

Now with this in mind, I will embark on my latest adventure. I was in the lovely county of Tipperary, in the town of Cashel. And having some free time on my hands I went to visit the Cashel Rock! You can see where this is going? So, armed with camera, water and comfy shoes, sun hat, and shades. I set off up the hill, looking for this rock. Now considering it is a tourist attraction, I figured it would be a rather large rock, a fair assumption considering there was a thriving shop at the bottom of the hill, and loads of lovely little B&Bs. Well I walked up the hill, entered gate, walked around this rather ancient keep saw the chapel, the cross, and still no rock! Ok, I figured maybe I missed it. I went round the back, looked over the edge, looked up even, still no rock, now I was beginning to feel cheated! Just to be on the safe side, I did another look round, until finally in exasperation I asked someone, where the Rock of Cashel was? They blinked thinking I was taking the piss, and answered, this is the rock. I said, “Where, I don’t see a rock. Is it a small rock hidden in a cupboard? “Then the penny dropped. It wasn’t a rock (see above definition), it was the entire keep that was called the rock! So basically I have been for the better part of an hour or so walking on, in, over, under and around the Rock, I was beginning to feel like a preposition. The poor couple I asked were looking at me a bit funny, I am sure they are still wondering if I was all there.

Ok, this of course got me to thinking, of some more attractive names to call the place, seriously think about it; I love rocks, so I was inclined to trek up a hill to see one, now think of the tourist who isn’t interested in rocks, and would miss a wonderful piece of history. So, I have decided to offer up a few alternative suggestions for the name The Rock Of Cashel.
The Cashel Keep on the Rock
The Hilltop Castle of Cashel
The Rock, but not really a rock but a series buildings, including a chapel and cross, of Cashel
Hilltop View of Cashel.
Just to name a few.

And last but not least. The hot water issue, I am still amazed at the ways they come up with in Ireland to complicate the getting of hot water. It is NEVER straight forward, in addition to flicking switches, and turning knobs, now I have encountered the pulling of strings! Oh for feck’s sake! Oh and of course the string isn’t in the most conspicuous place, sometimes it is in another room all together! If it wasn’t for a kind gentlemen who came to visit me and told me what to look for I would have still been washing myself in the bloody sink. Ah the joys of a traveling escort.

My Cat.

My cat, god love the furry fuzzball, is one of the stupidest creatures know to man, or so I use to think, until I finally sat down and looked at some salient facts.
Fact 1, stupid though he is, he has out lasted my other 4 cats, out living two cousins, having gotten lost twice and was returned once, and rescued once, and being kept over the preference of the other two European short-hairs-Hades and Zeus. Hummmm
Fact 2, is simply adored by all who sees him, and fussed to death.
Fact 3, we keep buying toys in the vain hope he will play with something longer that two bats of his paw.
Fact 4, he is getting on in age, and was never a spry fellow to begin with, so we keep helping him up on to our various beds, and chairs.
Fact 5, he doesn't get thrown over the balcony for scratching up the furniture! He gets yelled at, but he just looks at you with the 'Wha, wha'd I do?" Look, and all is usually forgiven.
Fact 6, we keep feeding him!

So you can feel the question coming here, who is the stupid one, me or him? He can't help it! And neither can I. He is just so adorable. And yes that is him making himself comfortable is one of my well known famous brand bags!

I LOVE MY NEW PICTURES!

I have to say I LOVE MY NEW PHOTOS!!!!! I went to London this week and before heading out I made a booking with this lovely photographer named Joe. Well armed with his camera and make-up artist, the one I met was Andrea, who is adorable and so petite. Ok everyone is petite to me, I am 6ft after all. But standing on her tippy toes, she transformed me in to a vixen bar none. She did a lovely job and wasn't expensive.
Here are the results of that shoot. You can contact Joe at:
www.joesglamourstudio.com

Days of the Week

There is nothing I love more than laying in bed on a Sunday Morning. I know how cliche this sounds, but I have tried it on other mornings and it just isn't the same. I love to get up early, put on my favorite pink fuzzy slippers go into the kitchen make a sinfully wickedly strong cup of espresso, then return to the bed and nest for the rest of the day in pink pajamas. Bliss! I have tried to do this on other days of the week, but it just doesn't seem to work.
Monday mornings are the worst, so many hurried and harassed people rushing to work, as if it is the last place they want to be.
I love Monday mornings for work, I often find I am busiest on a Monday, I guess after having to spend the weekends with the wives, kids, family and girlfriends, my clients are busting to get a bit of undercover lovin'. I am turning people away, cause they all want to come at the same time!
Tuesdays, can be even busier, because some people take a three or four day holiday and stay away ona Monday, so when they return on Tuesday, plus those I couldn't get to on Monday, can make Tuesday a rather busy day. By the end of Tuesday, I am usually looking forward to Wednesday, which we ladies call Wanker Wednesday. It is usually the worst day of the week, I get more No-Shows on a Wednesday than any other day. I have gotten to the point that I usually don't take most appointments seriously on a Wednesday, plus I also NEVER begin a tour on a Wednesday either.
Now Thursday is for some the end of the week, so again they want to get it in before having to go away for the weekend. So Thursdays can be quite busy, or you can have exhausted the client base by then, and it is completely dead.
Friday, again a bit like Thursday.
Saturday, Oi! I stop working on or around 12, because I want my phones off before the pubs close. If it is drunk and has a mobile with internet, it will call! Dear god the amount of messages that are left by drunken men on my phone is comical at best, and down right sad a worst.
Which brings me right around to my favorite day of the week Sunday! Time to go and make that second cup of coffee.