|Family Portrait by Hannah|
All three sisters then went back to Dad's house in Ballyronan which is now empty apart from the spiders. Cobwebs in your face as you open the door for no one has been here since my last visit at the beginning of June. It was sad at first, but soon the children had created chaos and it felt more like home. We didn't go far - it was freezing in NI. We put the heating on and I'd had to purchase a furry hoodie as I hadn't brought enough clothes in my Easyjet permitted hand luggage. So we caught up with extended family - cousins my age visited and we had the old photos out reminiscing. We pulled weeds in the yard and examined the state of the garden. The greenhouse is choked with weeds and there are lots of broken panes of glass. No tomatoes this year - the twins were disappointed. There were lots of plums though, slightly underripe, but very good in the crumble I made after Sunday's roast dinner.
Our only outing was to the marina down the road with the younger children and my daughter to feed the ducks and play in the playground. There was a weather warning in place, and it was more like winter so brother-in law was a bit chilly in his shorts. Good fun for the children as a flock of Canadian geese had taken up residence and the children enjoyed chasing and being chased by them. Only my teenager showed any fear, even when one of the boys had his finger nipped by a particularly greedy goose.
On my trip I made a rather shocking discovery. It seems that some people I actually know read this blog. Although I now have had over 10,000 page views according to Blogger stats, I assumed that most were people who came across the blog by accident when looking for something else, not bothering to read. My all time top post is about Michael Kors handbags, for example. I suppose if I put Ballyronan in the title, then I'm bound to attract local readers. It's not that I mind people reading really, but I am a little concerned that I may have offended someone with my half-formed views on events in NI etc. So please forgive me, reader, if that is you. And if you are an ex-Rainey pupil of my era, yes, I was that slightly mousy one you didn't really talk to much.