Did you hand in your homework?
I am very tired after my busy day so you will have to be patient for all my news.
Full house
Good talks
Good craic
Good food
Oh! So you want the answer. I wondered why you were all hanging around.
Da Dah!
POLISH !!!!
Don’t believe me…scroll on down!
That fooled you!
Now you all know to behave while Grannymar is at CreativeCamp in Belfast. It might be a long day. I hear tell that Davy Mc is giving a demo! No, I refuse to be a model. Andy & Phil might be a better bet.
In the mean time…
Nancy will be in charge. She has sent a little puzzle to tax your brains..
Can you guess the nationality?
Now no cheeking cheating down the back of the room.
Answer tomorrow if I survive! 
Meet Speckled hen:
If I am not in, I can’t win!
You can’t have an election with only one candidate so I am throwing my cap in
the ring.
Word has reached me that Krishna De is putting herself forward for the race to The White House. Now I think she needs some healthy competition. Off with the gloves and down to business. The time has come to see what my Toyboys are made off.
Steph, as my Manager you need to organise the campaign. If only we had Paddy Bloggit to sort out the policies it would be a doddle.
Darragh is proving to be fickle and with Mr Sneezy he seems to have jumped the gate. Darren has gone in search of Oxegen 08.
Rally round now, remember there are still some badges to be earned. Rick where are you when I need you.
While down south for the BIG MOVE a few weeks ago it was boxes here, boxes there, in fact there were even boxes in or on boxes everywhere! We worked our way through them until a pathway appeared across the room. I didn’t want to spend much time hanging around in case George decided to put me in one of the empty boxes, so I took a break and went chasing Toyboys to visit some Bloggers in the real world.
I arrived back one evening to find that the living room looked so much bigger, a complete wall of bookcases were filled, the chairs rearranged and the TV screen was sitting on the floor against a wall. The TV stand and coffee table were on order, the windows were bare, but it still felt like a bright inviting comfortable home.
Some friends called by and once the ‘tour’ was completed we sat and cracked open my IBA Bubbly. Before I knew it the screen came to life and a Wii game appeared. The Toyboy visitor jumped up to try it out.
And again
Then Elly said “Mum you are next!”
Me! What would I do that for? I was soon told to remove my shoes and socks and stand on the white box.
That daughter of mine is devious! The machine wanted my vital statistics…. my heigth, my AGE, but not what I had for breakfast. The machine must have a scales because it told them my weight. Then up popped a screen telling us my BMI was 20.07! Not half bad for an ould biddy! 
For the next part I needed to stand on one leg!!!
Since my right hip misbehaves I stood on the left one. Standing still causes me to topple so I agreed to give it a try so long as there was somebody ready to catch me if I felt dizzy. Thats my excuse and I’m sticking to it 
I think that told us I leaned more to the right. The figure on screen said R 54%.
Then the shock!!!
My Wii Age appeared………………… You better sit down. I had to!
The dark shadow to the left of the screen is really me>
Inside every older person is a younger person wondering, ‘What the heck happened?’
To my deafness I’m accustomed,
To my dentures I’m resigned,
I can manage my bifocals,
But Oh! How I miss my mind……
I have no idea who wrote it, do you?
Dublin’s Fair City
Laugh and the whole world laughs with you, cry and……..you have to blow your nose!
If at first you don’t succeed………get new batteries
Where there’s a will … I want to be in it.
Change is inevitable, except from vending machines.
On the other hand, you have different fingers.
I’ve taken a vow of poverty. To annoy me, send money.
Ever stop to think, and forget to start again?
Do you have a favourite saying?
On the 16th December 1756 George II granted to the Earl of Donegal the right to hold: ‘Two fairs yearly at the Town and Lands of Ballyclare’.
At first the fairs were markets for buying and selling animals and goods but soon they grew to four in a year. The May and November fairs became the most important as it was there that the farmers hired their labouring men and servant girls for the next six months. The May Fair was traditionally held on a Tuesday in late May but in the nineteenth century such was the demand for horses that the Monday was given over to the trade.
Local farmers needed horses to plough and transport their produce, while Belfast traders sought carriage horses and sturdy animals to pull carts. Any of the bakeries alone would need a hundred animals. The great days of the horse fair ended with the First World War and growing mechanisation.
Old photo thanks to Ballyclare Historical Society.
This photograph was taken in 1907 the Thatch pub on the left was replaced by an Ulster Bank branch. The small cottage on the extreme right is the oldest dwelling in Ballyclare where the Presbyterian minister hid some United Irishmen after the Battle of Antrim in 1798
In the nineteenth century the working day was from dawn to dusk the May Fair day was the only break in the year when young farm hands could be free to enjoy some simple fun.
This year’s Fair began yesterday with the Main Street again echoing to the sound of horses being exercised and dealers shouting, while the area around the Town Hall saw the return of Cullen’s amusements, a Continental market and live music performances. The local football ground at Dixon Park played host to a Shetland pony show, a Teddy Bear’s Picnic and a display by the Police Service for Northern Ireland (PSNI) Dog Team.
The Fair will reach its climax on Saturday 24th May with the Mayor’s Parade and a host of activities in the Sixmile Park, including a rodeo show by visitors from the borough’s sister city of Gilbert, Arizona, helicopter rides, Trialstars Motorbike Team, World of Owls, a climbing wall, laser clay pigeon shooting and a military vehicle show. The festivities conclude with a fireworks display at 10pm in the grounds of the Leisure Centre.
My Elly’s post yesterday was short and sweet. For anyone with an eye to Fundraising it is worth a glance.
Elly, as you all know was married last June. Unlike most brides she did not want the usual Bridal Photo Album. She produced her own wedding book on Blurb.com and had copies printed for family members and those playing a special part in the day. It contained photos, readings, vows, menus, table settings and a flavour of the party atmosphere later in the day. Since then she compiled a Honeymoon Book for George and I am aware of a third book that is still under wraps, so I am unable to give details at the moment. The fact that she has gone back more than once, is enough of a recommendation for me.
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We have a new Asda Supermarket in our Town and yesterday I went looking for Treacle & Golden Syrup. I had to ask for help to find them, that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it, pun intended! The young man asked if there was anything else I needed help with, I thanked him and said “No thank you!”
“Well if you think of anything, just grab some of the staff and ask” he said.
“Literally” I asked with a twinkle in my eyes…
“Well yes, if you really want to!” He said.
Somehow I don’t think he heard of Grannymar and her reputation…. 
Alice from My Wintersong has given me a task - To write my own six word memoir - at least its not 1000 words! She was tagged by Colleen over at Meanderings.
The rules:
So let me think…
CANNILY CACKLING CĂBOCHON
CONSTANTLY CAUSING CHAOS
Now for the fun part 
Let’s see what the Toyboys are made of Are you ready?
