Wednesday, 31 August 2011

Thirty Seven Years Ago


































Today is my mom and dad's wedding anniversary. Happy anniversary ma and pa! We love you both lots and wish we could be there to celebrate and try out that new Portuguese restaurant with you!

I used to love dressing up in that dress when I was thinner younger. Do you still have it mommy? I'd love to see if it still fits.

Tuesday, 30 August 2011

Acutely longing for one's family or home [homesick]

I've been missing home. I'll be working away, watching telly or just going about my day and without warning old scenes will flash in my mind. The flower shop in the centre, the festive display at Makro with all the isles of chocolates, biscuits and tins of sweets, the decorations. And of course my family. It's been a year since I've seen them. I find myself humming 'my hart verlang na die boland' and re watching old South African ads on YouTube... Looking at pictures and feeling nostalgic and wanting so badly to be pulling up outside those big heavy spiked white gates and beeping for them to open up...then getting enthusiastically attacked and mauled by the bull terrier. I miss my mom. I want to sit in a cafĂ© over a pot of tea and a sticky bun and tell her about my year. 
Dad always sang this in the morning when he dropped us off at school. He'd wind his window down and sing it loudly. I've been singing it lately, thankfully only in my head...

Sunday, 28 August 2011

Dublin day trip - part two - the rugby

After our brief stop in Temple bar, we legged it over towards the Aviva stadium. Along the way we passed the Shelbourne Hotel where it turned out the Ireland Rugby Team were staying. A small crowd had gathered outside the front of the hotel where the team bus was waiting to take them to the stadium. We joined the crowd and waited. And waited...and half hour or so later the Ireland team came out. I'm not going to lie, I'm not a sports fan. I don't get competitive sport. I don't swoon over rugby players, or football ones for that matter. I actually rather hate sport (it's true). But Lee loves it and he thought that it was pretty cool that we got to see the Ireland rugby team.
Tommy Bowe?
Brian O'Driscoll?
Who's this boy?
Paul O'Connell?
Geordan Murphy outside Shelbourne Hotel - Dublin

Lee told me who they are or thinks they are, but I don't really know (yes, I'm an idiot). Maybe you can identify them?


Singing the anthems. I sang along to Ireland's Call. Badly and off key.



Surprisingly I had a good day at the rugby. Lee talked me through it and it really wasn't so bad! It would have been better if Ireland had won or at least played a bit better...ah well.

However, after the walk back to the place we were supposed to be staying our day took a bit of a different turn. You may have noticed from the title that we didn't spend the night in Dublin as planned. We'd booked through Expedia and they hadn't sent our reservation details through and so when we went to check in our details were nowhere to be found. We were given a free meal and drinks and the man did everything he could to find us a place to stay. Unfortunately, with the rugby being on and it being a long weekend, there was nothing, so we ended up going back to Connolly station and getting the Enterprise back to Belfast. Which was disappointing because we'd planned a night of fiddle-dee-dee music and a trip to the Guinness factory for today. Thankfully our tickets are valid for a year.

Anyway, so we got the the last train home and had to share a table with three drunk blokes who didn't stop talking until they got off the train at Dundalk. People hey, hmph! I'm not ashamed to say that I pretended to sleep until they got off to avoid having to talk to them. Drunk people are annoying. Thankfully, Lee's starting to agree with me. I've aged him terribly :) I love him :)

So we got to sleep in our own bed last night. And today we're both tired, our legs hurt, the bottoms of my feet burn and I have a mysterious injury to my finger. Gosh...I am not hardcore. 

Dublin day trip - part one

We were away early yesterday morning, up at five and by six we were walking from the car park at our old apartment over to Central Station to get the seven o'clock train from Belfast to Dublin. We ate the filled sodas which Lee had prepared for our breakfast and after we'd eaten it didn't take long before we pulled up at Dublin's Connolly Station.












We were too early to check in so we just left off our bag at the bar we were going to be staying at, and headed off into the city. We took a dander around Temple Bar and stopped in to Oliver St. John Gogartys for a pint o'Guinness. 

I love Temple Bar and all pretty pretty bar and restaurant fronts with hanging baskets, flowers and colourful paintings. Dublin's such a pretty city.

I also love Guinness in the South. I love it in the North too, but in the South, it's just so much nicer.

The streets outside started to fill up with English and Irish rugby supporters while the bars started to fill up inside too. We didn't have as long as I'd liked to have stayed before we had to walk off in the direction of the Aviva Stadium for the rugby match. 

But I'll write more about that in 'part two'. And that will be after I've drunk my fourth cup of tea since being awake in the last 2 hours. I'm very old and tired.


Saturday, 27 August 2011

Fossil Kelly bird icon wallet - I've been shopping

I've been eyeing out this Fossil wallet for a couple of weeks now and I finally went and bought it. I'm rather in love with it.
What's even better is that it matches my new handbag, and it wasn't even planned.
We'll be back from Dublin on Sunday, full of photographs, sore feet and Guinness.

Friday, 26 August 2011

Ireland v England...this weekend

We're away to Dublin this weekend for the rugby. I'd probably be less excited if the rugby was anywhere else, but I've only ever spent 2 hours in Dublin and I'm keen to see some more. So camera batteries are charged, bags are packed and nails are painted green...we're ready to go!


Tuesday, 23 August 2011

23.8.11

Here's a really bad quality video clip from Sunday at the Mussenden temple. We liked the harp girl and 'down by sally gardens'. 

Sunday, 21 August 2011

Downhill dander (also, 'Musings at Mussenden')

Lee's dad wanted to do a painting at Downhill today, so we all piled in to the car and went along. I've been wanting to see the Mussenden Temple and the Downhill ruins for ages so I was pretty pleased with our plans for the day. Lee's ma took Tina for a walk on the beach, his dad painted the scenery and Lee and I took a walk around the ruins and the temple.




A girl with a harp was inside the temple, she started to play 'Down by Sally Gardens' when we walked in. So pretty :)
We walked through the grounds and got our feet thoroughly soaked. Lee was particularly concerned with getting trench foot. We laughed lots. He also mentioned that we should probably save a few things for our retirement as everyone else we encountered along the way were clearly and obviously pensioners. I laughed some more.
Downhill beach from the Mussenden Temple


We met his folks back down on the beach and waited while his dad finished his art. When it was all done and dried we drove over to the Willow Garden Tea Rooms with their peacocks in the garden. We talked about how it reminded us of that tea garden on Hennie Alberts Street, the one we went to with my own ma on our last day in South Africa in 2009. Except that there, it was hot and we drank real milkshakes, and there weren't any wasps. 


At the Willow Garden Tea Room/garden.
I do love a pretty pot of tea. Also, in the sunshine you can really see how bad my regrowth is. Sigh.
We fed really well at Willow Garden and drank lots of tea. The sun shone and we were all in good spirits. Next weekend is going to be really good too, and I've been looking forward to it for weeks! Lee and I are heading to Dublin. Whoohoo!