Kitchen makeover

Hey, I'm back. I know it's been so long since I last wrote. Ireland won the GRAND SLAM..... yeah....!!!! Rugby of course. What a match, I thought I was going to have a heart attack.

I have been redecorating my kitchen well, actually I wanted a new kitchen but, environmentally, that's not a good idea as the structure of the one I have is perfectly sound. The doors and surrounds are dark oak melamine yeuch !! it makes the whole kitchen look dark and old fashioned.
So, I painted the whole lot pale grey. I'm getting a new sink and mixer tap and a new worktop and tiles. Mosaic, bright green, €2 a sheet in the sale.... the whole lot will cost around €400 not bad for a complete new look kitchen.

When it's done I'll put a photo on my blog.

Gardening...

What a glorious weekend, Happy St Patrick's Day to one and all.

It's gardening time now, time to be digging and raking and weeding. Planting seeds in trays ready to plant out in a few weeks time. Cutting grass too, where once we cut grass up until the end of September, now it seems to go on almost all year round, when it's dry enough.....

I went off a couple of weeks ago and got a trailor load of dung from a local stud farm to dig into all my vegetable plots to give them some growing goodness, but, unfortunately, it is too fresh to use so I have to wait until it rots down and that probably means next year. So what will my poor veggies do this year? I shall have to look for some rotted stuff, somewhere.

I am going to plant, leeks, courgettes, peas, beans, onions, swiss chard, lettuce, radishes, cucumbers, peppers and maybe squash. We have tried a few things over the years and have had to rule out certain plants that either don't grow very well for us or that we end up not eating or we don't have room for in the garden.

Can't wait til' we have our own veggies for meals again, tho' we still have a few leeks left in the garden and the onions only ran out a couple of weeks ago, so that isn't too bad.

Moving....

I have been sooo sick, I haven't been able to write the blog at all... so much for Blogwoman.. I had visions of a superwoman type in knickers and tights and flying cape.. yeah right that's me all over... NOT...

I moved my son last week. He was living in the tiniest village in the south of Ireland, beautiful, right on the coast, but not a job to be had anywhere. He studied there as a Outdoor Education Instructor for two years but has now decided he doesn't want to teach kids, so now he has moved to a city in the west and is, I presume, actively looking for work along with the other 16000 people who make up the dole queue there.

Do you know, I am constantly worried about him... I know he is clever and articulate and has a good head on his shoulders but I just don't know how he will survive. €750 per month rent on a fairly minute flat, electricity, food etc how will he do it?

I understand that this is the life for mothers, worrying about their kids. I mean, I did what he's doing only I moved from England to Ireland so it was a new country and I had £70 and an old British motorbike.

to be continued......