WHERE DID SUMMER GO? I don't know about you peeps but I am scunnered with the dismal weather. There's a pond outside my door. Thank goodness there's a slope otherwise I would be ankle deep in rainwater. The wee Molly Dolly sticks her nose out and backs back in rather than go for a pee. I don't know how she holds on. I was in Belfast to see 42nd Street which was amazing. I couldn't stop tapping my feet. We met some of the cast outside and believe me ... They are beautiful. The singing, dancing and costumes were amazing and those folks were doing another show in the evening. Talk about stamina. Trying to cross Great Victoria Street was a nightmare. It was pouring down and I wasn't wearing waterproof mascara. My feet were soaked wading through the flood running down the sides of the road. One could get drenched from head to toe by passing vehicles. Belfast is an odd place for pedestrians or drivers from the sticks for that matter. No quarter is given. Hand on heart, they would run you down or off the road. What's with that? I would like to think I am a considerate driver and I let peeps out into the flow of traffic. More often than not Belfast drivers would rather ram you than give ground. It's really odd and very sad. I am generalising of course. There has to be other considerate drivers out there. Irony of irony's. I came across an accident on the Kilraughts Road on my way home. Back to the ok corral. His Lordship and I left Brigid in the loving care of Frank et al at the Piano Bar in the Europa and went to retrieve my coat and mobile from Victoria's. I accidently left it there the last time I was on the rip and razzle. There are peeps crazy enough to want to contact me and my phone was hot to trot when I got it back from the lovely Patrick. He was good enough to look up Bs phone number for me before I got there. The Europa has music in the Lobby Bar on Friday and Saturday and it's very good indeed. I love dancing and after a couple of neurophene I can bogey wogey. I have to lay in bed for at least two days afterwards. When the drinks in the wits out and don't tell me you don't know what that is like. Irish peeps know how to PARTY. We're loved the world over and I have jokes that would make you pee your pants. So back to the ok corral again. T, B and M went to Brennans for a nibble. I had Lasagne that actually tasted very good unlike many places where it tastes like nothing. B had the chicken gougons and Timbo the gammon with cabbage and mash and gravy. Good hearty portions and so tasty my mouth is watering thinking about it. They do the most fabulous seafood chowder in Brennan's. Yum yum yum. I feel so sorry for the peeps who have been inundated. It would break my heart to have the homestead flooded. Do you think the scientific Geeks have got the global warming thing wrong? It is more like winter than summer here. I guess the BBQ isn't gonna see the light of day again this year. One of the girls in Trolans Supervalue was telling me that it was colder on the longest day (June 21) than it was in December. It seems to me that we are headed for another Ice Age rather than toasting our toes in sunshine. Root vegetables don't do well in saturated soil, especially spuds. The cost of commodities is soaring. How come we bailed out the banks without being asked and we are now paying record prices for food? Doubly ripped off! You can be sure that those doing it are laughing all the way to those banks. Shame on them. There are always leeches cashing in on misery. One last moan. I am sick of freaks throwing their litter out of cars. They have no respect for the planet or for the good peeps who are thoughtful enough to take it and bin it. And I note that other freaks are still blocking fuel pumps and going shopping and what about those able bodied freaks taking disabled spaces? Shame on you.