Mammy Mary’s Musings: Spring has Sprung
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Mammy Mary’s Musings: Spring has Sprung

Each week, Mammy Mary will be letting us know what’s been going on down her neck of the woods and making sure we’re kept up to date on all the scandal. She’s a gas woman altogether, so make sure you take a gawk at this week’s letter...

Mammy Mary Rain

Dia duit,

You’d think that February would have had the good grace to bring a bit of sunshine with it, but it seems as if it just couldn’t be bothered. If I wake up to another grey, dreary day I swear to God I’ll hit the roof. The worst thing is that it’s not even proper rain that’s falling! It’s that misty shite rain that gets you all wet when you’re going to get a bag of turf from the shed. I had to throw out my good slippers that I got for Christmas because the grass was like sludge!

I had to do a Zoom call with Seán’s year head the other day and I’m fairly sure he had my Seán mixed up with Theresa’s Shawn from down the road. Talking about how he logs on every morning, has all his bits submitted middling quick and - wait ‘til you hear this - has been excelling in maths! I had to pretend the internet was gone while I was composing myself. Seán takes after his father in that way… two plus two is five in their world! Unlike myself, who earned an A in the maths intercert!

Speaking of Pádraig, didn’t he come in with an armful of rushes there Monday afternoon for us to make a few Brigid’s crosses out of. Isn’t he a dote and a half? The two of us sat down together and spent the evening folding and weaving them into shape until I got a cramp in my wrist and we said feck it, we’ll go in and turn on the telly. We’ll soon have everything watched!! Sure lookit, what else would you be at?

Le meas,

Mary Mulvanerty

Mammy Mary

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