Northern Ireland Day 10: Almost Outta Here, But Not Quite Yet

This was my last full day in Northern Ireland. I know by now, you, my Reader, are probably chockablock and just bursting with the flurry and adventure of this country (in other words, you probably want me to move on), but I love this place, this country, its people, my family there, and this last day, though not packed with individual spectacular events, was spectacular nevertheless (in other words, I really did not want to leave).

I think I slept in again. Which was very customary, given the late nights and late mornings. Basically I woke up at around 11 PM, showered, ate a variegated and ample breakfast, usually consisting of oatmeal, cereal, toast with orange marmalade, and more … (yes, more…) and kind of sat around until Ashleigh and Amanda so graciously came ’round the house again to pick me up.

We went to Dromore High School for the biweekly Scripture Union and then back to Lorraine’s just to chill our for teatime. By the time I took my first photo that day, it was already the late afternoon – surprised?


Amanda Fawn Witzer presenting … a hodgepodge of delectable eats (about to be popped into the oven) – including onion rings, an assortment of frozen-but-pre-grilled vegetables, and indian onion things of which I forget the name …. (I know that the word ends in “i”)


I am the walrus, coo coo kachoo.


She Came In Through the Bathroom Window…


Two Of Us


I’ve Got A Feeling … that this bread is really yummayummayumma.


It Won’t Be Long … before I sneeze and watch bread crumbs parasail out from my lips.


Oh! Darling, I am a crazy mad man (Look at Ashleigh’s large bottle of sweet and sour chili sauce).


“I Want You!”


Hallelujah. I Love Her So, and I’m gonna feed her a scoop of mashed potatoes.


You’ve Got to Hide Your *Face* Away.


Do You Want To Know A Secret? I’m Irish and Tasty.


Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da


I’m Only Sleeping


So I’m tired of writing those captions … but yes, there was a pattern. Figure it out, and you will if you are a fan of four…


Starting to get delirious…


And weird.


Help! Neville being the wacko he is..

2 Comments

  1. Posted June 26, 2008 at 2:43 am | Permalink

    nicely done with the beatles references. you are quite extraordinary! i’m on Penny Lane & If You’ve Got Trouble, get A Ticket to Ride on a plane to meet me there. …it’s Only a Northern Song in norn iron.

  2. Posted June 26, 2008 at 2:44 am | Permalink

    ps thank you for sharing with the world those disgusting photos of me =]


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