Greta and Dec

Lindy and Dana returned from hot and cold rocks and flotation in a very good s p a c e indeed. The evening had finally delivered the fine weather that had been peeking through since the storms, and that night was chilly but clear, stars came out and it was generally picture perfect.

Lindy had invited the neighbours, Greta and Declan, over for dinner, as she and John had previously been invited over to their place and we were staying... so it meant a switch of venues. Dec had just started to learn the guitar and knew the chords of G Major, E Minor, A Major, A Major 7th, and D Major, so after Lindy's excellent food (roast chicken, honeyed ham, loads of lovely vegetables) we got out the guitar. Considering he's only just learnt the basics, he was pretty good. He strummed G and I pulled out my G Harmonica and we played.

The evening went on late into the night, fuelled by Long Island Iced Teas, apple pie, fruit flan, and Dustin the Turkey blasting out from the stereo... "Arklow, Arklow, Arklow, County Wicklow... boomchugga boomchugga boomchugga boomchugga" to the tune of "Born Slippy" and "Funky Ford Cortina" to the tune of "Funky Cold Medina". Dec played the guitar until he fell asleep in the chair and Greta kept us all entertained with her stream of cosmic and comic irishness and unbridled affection, until we collapsed up to bed, extremely full and highly relaxed. Thankfully we got our daylight savings time hour back and so, 8.30 am was going to be 9.30 am.. or whatever. Something like that. Zzzzz.