Grafton Street’s a Wonderland….

A lady was walking down Grafton Street when she was accosted by a particularly dirty and shabby-looking homeless woman who asked her for a couple of Euro for food.

The woman took out her purse, produced €50 and asked, "If I give you this money, will you buy some chocolate with it instead of dinner?"

"No," I had to stop chocolate years ago, the homeless woman replied.

Will you use it to go shopping instead of buying food?" the woman asked.

"No," I don't waste time shopping, the homeless woman said. "I need to spend all my time trying to stay alive."

"Will you spend this at the Hairdresser’s instead of food?" the woman asked.

"Are you NUTS!" replied the homeless woman. "I haven't had my hair done in 20 years!"

"Well," said the woman, "I'm not going to give you the money. Instead, I'm going to take you out for dinner with my hubby and myself tonight.

The homeless Woman was astounded. "Won't your hubby be furious with you for doing that? I know I'm dirty, and I probably smell pretty well disgusting."

The woman replied, "That's okay. It's important for him to see what a woman looks like after she has given up shopping, hairdresser appointments, and chocolate.

I thought you had moved

This afternoon I met an acquaintance that I had not seen for months. His greeting was “I thought you had moved” The tone was almost as if he had said “Why are you still here”!

As I went on my way I tossed this over in my mind.

Was it time to really think of starting over somewhere else? If I did move where would I think of moving to? Dublin is not the place I left 30 years ago. I still have family and friends there but they, like me have moved on and have their own commitments and interests to fill their time. Would I see them any more than I do while living here in Northern Ireland?

It is not something to be hasty about so I will sleep on the matter and perhaps some suggestions from my blogging friends might throw some light on this situation.

Service with a Smile…

My brother who lives in Dublin, phoned me a short while ago.
He was back from his morning routine walk and purchasing
a newspaper at the local petrol station shop.

A foreign visitor was ahead of him in the queue and on reaching the desk
he asked for €5 worth of gas..... 

The guy at the till smiled, farted and gave him a receipt.