Mrs. Donovan was walking down O’Connell Street in Dublin when she met up with Father Flaherty. The Father said, ‘Top of’ the mornin’ To you! Aren't you Mrs. Donovan And didn’t I marry you and your Husband two years ago?’ She replied, ‘Aye, that you did, Father.’ The Father asked, ‘And be there Any wee little ones yet?’ She replied, ‘No, not yet, Father.’ The Father said, ‘Well now, I’m going to Rome next week And I’ll light a fertility candle for you And your husband.’ She replied, ‘Oh, thank you, Father…’ They then parted ways.. Some years later they met again. The Father asked, ‘Well now, Mrs. Donovan, how are you these days?’ She replied, ‘Oh, very well, Father!’ The Father asked, ‘And tell me , Have you any wee ones yet?’ She replied, ‘Oh yes, Father! Two sets of twins and six singles, Ten in all!’ The Father said, ‘That’s wonderful! And how is your loving husband doing?’ She replied, ‘he’s gone to Rome to blow out your fookin’ candle!
My wife says I'm tight, so to prove her wrong I’m taking her out for tea and biscuits today... It should be quite exciting as she's never given blood before.
Back in the days of tanners and bobs, When Mothers had patience and Fathers had jobs. When football team families wore hand me down shoes, And T.V gave only two channels to choose. Back in the days of three penny bits, when schools employed nurses to search for your nits. When snowballs were harmless; ice slides were permitted and all of your jumpers were warm and hand knitted. Back in the days of hot ginger beers, when children remained so for more than six years. When children respected what older folks said, and pot was a thing you kept under your bed. Back in the days of Listen with Mother, when neighbours were friendly and talked to each other. When cars were so rare you could play in the street. When Doctors made house calls and Police walked the beat. Back in the days of Milligan's Goons, when butter was butter and songs all had tunes. It was dumplings for dinner and trifle for tea, and your annual break was a day by the sea. Back in the days of Dixon's Dock Green, Crackerjack pens and Lyons ice cream. When children could freely wear National Health glasses, and teachers all stood at the FRONT of their classes. Back in the days of rocking and reeling, when mobiles were things that you hung from the ceiling. When woodwork and pottery got taught in schools, and everyone dreamed of a win on the pools. Back in the days when I was a lad, I can't help but smile for the fun that I had. Hopscotch and roller skates; snowballs to lob
I tried out one of those Escape Room parties recently. The floor was covered with Welsh cheese, I had to tread Caerphilly.
