It’s 19 years since we fled the violence and intimidation of the Twelfth of July antics in Norn Iron and the first time I have not worried about my container plants and worried our glazing being sledgehammered
I love the feeling of peace
It’s 19 years since we fled the violence and intimidation of the Twelfth of July antics in Norn Iron and the first time I have not worried about my container plants and worried our glazing being sledgehammered
I love the feeling of peace
Long may it continue, Twellsy. Sláinte!
Soo xx
Go raibh síocháin agat i gcónaí.
I need a translation for that, Joe.
Carinthia.xx
“May you always have peace”
Thank-you Joe
You too
Carinthia.xx
Thank you too Joe
I have no Gaelic (good prod grammer skooling!) but I will be hard to winkle out of our hovel in its own bee loud glade a few miles south of Yeats’s one in Innisfree
Seeing teenagers and being greeted with smiles and bright conversation rather than vile abuse is a constant joyful surprise as we watch the townland’s yoof grow up