it has been stormy. perfect weather for appreciating pretty little things. like pink rowan berries. who knew? (up close that wall-to-wall has nice colours but the overall effect it a bit nauseating. i dream of the wood floor beneath...)
the old irish coins are fascinating and stylish. whoever designed the eurocoins deserves a slap in the face, all values have the same ol' harp on them. having said that, i wouldn't mind having more of 'em... the purse strings are wound tight shut, but i need a fluffy, warm, long cardigan or knit dress. and we all know a shopping trip to cork will not amount to the mere €50 it ought to...
the house is full of people downstairs, but i don't feel like mingling. napping, more like.
