I can’t believe it either — one whole week down! That’s seven consecutive days of... well, doing something each day and resisting the urge to crawl back under the duvet and wait for autumn.
Frankly, I deserve a medal. Or at least a strong cup of tea and a biscuit I don’t have to feel guilty about.
Who knew that stringing together a week of mini-adventures (and slightly damp ones at that) would feel like such a triumph? I mean, I’ve seen art, I’ve swum laps (sort of), and I’ve even faced off with a dress zip in mortal combat. If that’s not living, I don’t know what is.
Here’s to the next 92 days. May they be a little less rainy, a little more sun-kissed, and just the right amount of ridiculous.
Challenge status: Alive and kicking.
Mood: Mildly triumphant with a side of chocolate.
Today my two sisters Geraldine and Jacqueline and I headed up to visit Auntie Peggy. Now Peggy is nothing short of a legend. She’s turning 92 soon, but honestly, she could give most of us a run for our money. She does the Irish Times crossword daily. Meanwhile, I need Google just to get through the quick clues.
As if that wasn’t impressive enough, she had our dinner waiting for us when we arrived — including the most delicious homemade vegetable soup to start. Mary Berry, eat your heart out.
On the drive up, as only siblings can do, we were hotly debating who was bringing the best gift. The Three Wise Men brought gold, frankincense, and myrrh. Us Three Wise Women?
Fresh strawberries, courtesy of Geraldine
A beautiful bouquet, thanks to Jacqueline
And me? I brought the secret weapon: Tales of Westmeath — History and Folklore from The Schools Collection. Not only was it right up Peggy's alley, but it was written by a man from Raharney — a family she knew well growing up.
When I handed it over, she looked up and said I was "a topper."
So yes, I am officially the favourite niece this week.
Nah nah na nah nah.
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