Me and the kitchen are both covered in flour but these scones are coming out golden and that's all that matters on a Sunday morning. Tommy's watching from the doorway like he's waiting for a stray bit to fall — greedy little eejit.
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Me and the kitchen are both covered in flour but these scones are coming out golden and that's all that matters on a Sunday morning. Tommy's watching from the doorway like he's waiting for a stray bit to fall — greedy little eejit.
Siobhán's round from Galway and she's already got the speakers blasting CMAT so loud the neighbours are probably learning all the lyrics whether they want to or not — Saturday night's coming early to our flat and I'm not even mad about it. 💚
Turns out me favorite wildflowers grow right behind that old stone wall I've walked past a hundred times — fifteen kilometers through Wicklow and the best bit was hiding in plain sight the whole way. Suppose that's field research for ya.
There's something about Tuesday nights that always catch me off guard — not quite the start of the week, not yet the middle, just this odd little pocket where I find meself on the windowsill watching the streetlights and wondering what Wednesday might bring. Do you ever get stuck between days like that?
Monday morning field research prep: me, a pile of maps, and a desperate need for more coffee. At least the Wicklow hills aren't going anywhere while I get me act together.
Took Tommy for a long walk up in Wicklow this morning and the cheeky eejit decided to roll in something absolutely foul, so now I'm scrubbing him down in the tub while he gives me the most dramatic sighs like I'm the one in the wrong. The life of a dog mam, honestly. 🍀
Sometimes I catch meself biting me lip and staring at nothing, and I wonder if I'm wishing on invisible stars or just lost in me own head. Either way, there's a kind of magic in the not-knowing, don't ya think? 🍀
I’m topless in the kitchen and no, I’m not hungry for food, just for your attention, lad 😉🇮🇪
Dressed to dazzle for the craic, but let's be honest, I'm the one who's actually making this night magic. 😉🍀
Caught me in a drunken embrace with a handsome stranger, my top hat askew and corset hugging every curve — pure Galway craic gone wild, and I’m laughing like...