My momentum on this series about the family economy has been interrupted by a case of flu virus, which came to me, compliments of my son, who got it from his girlfriend. I felt it coming on and called up reinforcements.... Colloidal silver, garlic, vitamin C, zinc... all to no avail.
Yes, I know it’s an Irish song. I’m Irish too. The Scots, The Irish, they fought together, right? I saw the movie.
Were I to have heard The Pipes, I assure you, I would have risen from my bed and gone to battle, because the pipes have that effect on a man, no matter how feverish he may be. I would have grabbed my grandfather’s 1825 militia musket and charged out into the night wearing nothing more than my tartan pajama bottoms.
And wouldn't she be surprised! She's the one who insists that she's going to die before me…. because I'm so healthy. Yeah, right, I used to be so healthy.
For now, I'm pleased to report, Eric Sloane has agreed to take over as guest blogger here for the rest of January.