Yesterday while I was trawling back through my blog for some of my favourite posts (see sidebar) I noticed that I hadn’t done the final instalment on my quest for The Blarney Stone. So I feel I must just quickly bring the story of my summer vacation to Ireland to an end.
I didn’t find the Blarney Stone. Damn.
Probably just as well don’t you think? I never wanted to be a politician anyway.
However, I did find something else……
On the return journey, I was on the boat feeling rather joyous knowing that later that same night I would be in my own bed. I’m rather particular about beds. I like them very soft not those tortuous “Excellent support for your back” kind of beds that are like sleeping on a layer of reinforced concrete. Anyway, I was fantasizing about my bed and encountering The Milk Tray Man when suddenly I heard a voice calling to me…..
“Mrs T, Mrs T….. Come hither, come hither….”
It was a seductive, mystical voice …. I felt my body being lifted out of my seat and being pulled gently across the boat……
“Mrs T, Mrs T …Come hither, come hither…..”
I threaded my way across the boat, the crowds opening before me like the parting of the Red Sea…I could not fight this strange overwhelming force….
“A little further Mrs T, a little further….”
My limbs became weak, I felt all resistance seep out of me…. A sweet lingering fragrance began to intoxicate me…. My spirit was lost… I was trapped in the power of the magic….
Suddenly a sharp voice broke me out of my trance…
“Will that be a large bottle of No5 or No 19 Madam?”
“I’ll take both….”
Copyright Jane Turley 2009