The Irish Tales

A very Irish wedding.
　
　
I start drinking once we land at Rosslare and I don’t stop until we board the return ferry.
It’s not as if I have a choice.

The groom starts drinking at 8am with a voddy and water for breakfast and doesn’t ever stop. It would be the height of discourtesy not to join him, would it not ?

The groom is my very good friend and possible twin, Tomas Dunne. I taught him to ride when he was very young and took him ...

Chapter Sixteen
　
And so, a few days later, Patsy spoke, quietly but fondly:
"I can tell you where Impy has gone. And where the other Friendly Monsters are. And why your sock drawer contains nothing but socks these days."

Jay spoke no words, but her eyes were full of questions.

"I can tell you why the postman no longer stands on his hands to deliver the mail. And why tomorrow, the milkman will no longer bark."

...

Chapter Fifteen

(Goodbye to all that…..)
　
One crisp, brisk winter morning, as the sun rose over the hills and the milkman barked hello, Jay stared through the ice on her bedroom window and wondered.

She wondered what was for breakfast, she wondered if Desert Orchid * was happy in his retirement and she wondered if the Postman would ever manage to post that thick, heavy letter through the letter-box, whilst standing on his hands.

(He did.) ...

　
There is no Chapter Thirteen because it’s bad luck.
So let’s skip straight to Chapter Fourteen.
　
Chapter Fourteen
　
"Come on Patsy ! Let’s go !" yelled Jay excitedly. But Patsy simply yawned, stretched and slurped down some water from the trough.

"What’s your hurry,?" she asked languidly.
"But…there’s a monster to be found !" replied Jay. For the life of her, she couldn’t understand why Patsy wasn’t champing ...

Chapter Twelve



Getting Patsy to agree to come to the Show was one thing.
Getting her up at nine in the morning was quite another.

When Jay first knocked on the trapdoor, she was ignored. When she knocked again, a surly voice advised her to "Go away."

When she knocked a third time, a tremendous roar of anger sped from the attic, followed by the head of a very angry-looking Scaremonster.

"WHAT ???" roared ...