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Just back from the Bloom Garden Show in Phoenix Park. This was not the day for it to say the least. The torrential rain has just stopped (now that we are home!) We were running late as we had friends over for dinner and what turned out to be a rather late night. This became an early morning - ah yes, children. Rise earlier at weekends to get more out of the day. We had advance tickets but were supposed to be there before 12. What with traffic and fairly chaotic parking, that wasn't going to happen. One would think that given the amount of rain that falls in this country we would be a little better equipped.
But then something amazing happened...
We bundled ourselves up, rain coats and buggy covers and umbrellas, all the requisite summer kit, and trudged through the muddy field masquerading as a car park in the rain, with a few other stalwart souls (those like us too stubborn to forsake the price of their tickets). At the ticket collection point, I handed in my printed sheet with the details and got our ticket. But when I said "We were meant to be here before 12" the guy behind the glass shrugged and went "Don't worry about it".
Huh?
This isn't the money grubbing Celtic Tiger Ireland I have come to know. Inside we found reasonable a lunch in the food market - Superb Cornish Pasties by Prue and Simon, hubbie had a hotdog from Hicks Hotdogs which was yum. I bought a gorgeous acer for a tenner. The gardens were beautiful, and raindrops glistening on everything made it all the more magical in places.
True, it was muddy and damp, and got more crowded as the day went on, but it was the type of days out I remember from my childhood. Before we got spoiled by sunshine and restaurant meals and lattes. It was wet and tiring.
And FUN.
We're all exhausted. I've even just about managed to get over the very nice story rejection I got this morning. As nice as a rejection can be. Sounds bizarre, but true. Very complimentary, personal notes on why the story wasn't accepted and a reminder that of 300 submissions it made it through to the last hurdle of this editors desk. Perhaps its just me. I really do appreciate that kind of feedback, honestly. It makes you believe you are actually getting somewhere. But this is the third in a row. *sigh*
Anyway, I will look at it tomorrow and get it out again. I promise. But not tonight.
Tonight I am going to curl up on the sofa, watch my beloved Dr. Who and try to dry out. Oh, and appreciate the uncommon moment when a stressy, potentially unpleasant day turns out to be just fine!
R
But then something amazing happened...
We bundled ourselves up, rain coats and buggy covers and umbrellas, all the requisite summer kit, and trudged through the muddy field masquerading as a car park in the rain, with a few other stalwart souls (those like us too stubborn to forsake the price of their tickets). At the ticket collection point, I handed in my printed sheet with the details and got our ticket. But when I said "We were meant to be here before 12" the guy behind the glass shrugged and went "Don't worry about it".
Huh?
This isn't the money grubbing Celtic Tiger Ireland I have come to know. Inside we found reasonable a lunch in the food market - Superb Cornish Pasties by Prue and Simon, hubbie had a hotdog from Hicks Hotdogs which was yum. I bought a gorgeous acer for a tenner. The gardens were beautiful, and raindrops glistening on everything made it all the more magical in places.
True, it was muddy and damp, and got more crowded as the day went on, but it was the type of days out I remember from my childhood. Before we got spoiled by sunshine and restaurant meals and lattes. It was wet and tiring.
And FUN.
We're all exhausted. I've even just about managed to get over the very nice story rejection I got this morning. As nice as a rejection can be. Sounds bizarre, but true. Very complimentary, personal notes on why the story wasn't accepted and a reminder that of 300 submissions it made it through to the last hurdle of this editors desk. Perhaps its just me. I really do appreciate that kind of feedback, honestly. It makes you believe you are actually getting somewhere. But this is the third in a row. *sigh*
Anyway, I will look at it tomorrow and get it out again. I promise. But not tonight.
Tonight I am going to curl up on the sofa, watch my beloved Dr. Who and try to dry out. Oh, and appreciate the uncommon moment when a stressy, potentially unpleasant day turns out to be just fine!
R
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