SAINT PATRICK’S DAY.
I had a great day, how was yours.
We sang Irish songs for the ‘older’ boys and girls at the Orthodox home down at Byron Bay. The wonderful ‘girls’ from the Mullumbimby C.W.A. Choir drowned out my voice, that’s good.
Some of the oldies dozed of but you could see their feet tapping. Got a lift home with my ‘EX’, she has decided to join the ladies singing group, that’s good.
Norma the lighthouse keepers wife sang a beautiful rendition of GLOCCA MORA, that’s was real good. I am having a little Chardonnay to celebrate The Irish, ‘spose it should have been a Guinness, that’s bloody good.
Monday, March 17, 2008
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