Porridge with maple syrup, this is not the way the Scots enjoy theirs, but it tastes good anyway. The brother was up early today, and he left some porridge to be reheated. Porridge with yoghurt and maple syrup, a filling breakfast, accompanied by a cup of coffee.And then proceed to the plant nursery, and help out wheeling potted trees from Holland around the garden from the point where they had been unloaded from the trailer to their place of storage in the securely walled garden.
A man visits the garden centre, and introduces and commences to talk. Nobody really wants to know what he is saying, but he tells it all to everybody anyway. He goes on and on, nothing constructive, just anecdotes and his history and a general waste of time. He is friendly enough so that nobody takes a gag to silence him with.
It is very trying indeed.
Later, visit one of the places in Dublin that are well known from childhood. It has changed, the things that have survived and were old then are still old and those buildings that were new then are old and shoddy now. There are schoolchildren everywhere from the nearby school, it is strange.
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