As well as all the usual awesome stuff I have been getting up to, I got the call to go shooting on Wednesday afternoon with CK where we walked around his folks' garden for a couple of hours, peppering a few pigeons with the shotguns. Kablammo!!! Luckily for the birds of County Down they will all live to see another day. Great day for it in the snow and the sun.
On Thursday I got my friend FF to take me tree climbing. He is a tree surgeon and as it is something I plan to get myself into I thought it would be a good idea to go up a tree first to see what it is like. I have what has proved up to this point to be a healthy fear of heights and was worried I would not be able to get up a tree, or worse still, get back down once I was up.
I went over to Seaforde where they have another nice view of the Mourne mountains - been there done that.
When it was time to go up the tree FF went up first to get the rope up. He has all the kit and the skills and I knew I was in good hands as he shot up.
Where's he gone? Whoah Nelly!!
At this stage I think I shouted up that this first time up I only wanted to go really bloody high, I didn't need to go up to the twig level and would be happy sticking to the branches. I hauled myself up afterwards and got about as high as he was here - more than high enough for me. I was pretty happy with my ability and skill. Then, before he had me out walking along the twigs, I said lets go down (slowly) and get some lunch.
Luckily FF's mum had put on some soup so I didn't have to rely on his culinary talents alone. FF had taken me into his kitchen for a coffee before we went out and had offered me some mealworms. I thought he was joking until he showed them to me - these of course being raised to feed some of the animals in the butterfly house. Then we started talking about eating insects and he said he had been given a book about it, and as well as that he just so happened to have some large edible ants lying about the place as well.
I can now say that I have eaten an ant. A giant toasted one at that. I am in no rush to eat another one and mealworms will have to wait for another day.
Suitably impressed with my high levels of masculinity, I thought I was on a roll and the only thing for it was to go and get some tools from the hardware store. Off to Jacky Brown's I goes and came home with these -
A new hatchet and blowtorch for me. LL had better behave herself from now on or else. I have used the hatchet to make kindling to light the fire with but in all likelihood the blowtorch will only be used to burn excess feathers of pheasants and toast the top of creme brulees which is OK with me.
That night LL had a wine tasting evening and as a swallower not a spitter I was undeniably merry before too long. Of the wines that caught my eye was this - produced by one of the less well known and certainly less popular of the Saints.
Saint Bris - the patron Saint of circumcision. Just when the monks thought that a life of abstinence and spiritual contemplation was going to be tough enough, Saint Bris came along and really burst their bubbles.
Dinner party at CK's on friday with great food and wine, cigars and sloe potcheen (a local moonshine made from potatoes and great for stripping paint), and a new game (for me) on the snooker table - called Freda (I think) where you have to throw the white to hit a single red ball before it stops moving or you lose a life - awesome fun and a lot easier than real snooker. Good fun.
After all of the fun man stuff I had been doing karma was bound to come and bite me on the arse. True to form LL had organised a babysitting trip for me to her sister's house down south where for one night only we were looking after five girls between 2 and 7 years old. It turned out to be a very good laugh and the girls were all very well behaved and stayed friends for most of the time at least. I made it out of there without having any makeup applied and only had to sit through the first half of the best of Abba CD whilst they were showing off their dance moves.
Home at last and able to relax. Well done Matt winning the X-Factor. I always thought he was the best one.
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