Dispatches from Wexford, from your embedded blogger, Jill

Hmm – Mark changed the blog name without consulting me. You’re probably lucky that was the only reference he made to his tooth woes and didn’t actually go into all the painful detail in a post. Quick poll of readers: Who is the boss of the blog? Me, or Mark? Actually, don’t even bother, because I am the supreme overlord overlady of the blog, but I will grant him this name change as I feel sorry for his ickle sore head.

Ah now I’m feeling guilty. Like I’m being neglectful or something. Really, there’s not a whole lot to report on this my second stint in wexford. I’ve hung curtains and fixed ladders and caught a mouse this week. I marched out today to get some sort of electromagneticy ultrasonicy thing to do said job before I get eaten up with guilt over barbaric rusty mousetraps that were probably catching mice when I were a nipper. Tomorrow I’m going to try my hand at amateur electrics and change the fittings on some lights so that ma’s new shades will fit properly on them. If I fail, please cremate me as the electrics of the house will probably have started the job.

Here, I got a new schmancy phone today - its luvrly, but its kinda driving me demented trying to access all its functions. I’m sure I’ll learn though. Anyway point is, I was getting it in the phone store this afternoon and as the guy was going through the motions of my contract, and saw my address and all that, he goes “you’re not Ross’s sister are you?” I said yes. He rang up the transaction, and mysteriously put a debit for the cost of the phone straight after the charge for it, putting in some special offer thingy that I had no entitlement to at all. After spending my teenage years bemoaning the fact that everyone I met in this town referred to me as “Ross’s sister” I think it’s time I reaped the rewards of his infamy. Free phone I tells ya! Free!

Tomorrow I have another post-Canada reunion – Sinead and my paths finally cross at home in Wexford. Sinead is my jetsetting opera singer friend, who I don’t see half as much as I like, and I haven’t seen since ages before we went away. I might try out the new 2 megapixel camera on my phone on her if yissers are lucky.

Ps. I think Dmian is Damian’s evil twin. I hope he doesn’t come to Ireland, him and his salty ways. and Julie you have to update Levon’s blog or at least email some photos, he’s growing up without us there to watch every twitchy bit of it!

Later, dahlings.