St Patricks Dat

Thanks @Hope4me

Yes - I did need to know that - my Gran was not born in Ireland but she was really Irish in her nature - no doubt her Irish parents taught all of their many children about the mythology and leprechauns were part of my education but that was a long time ago and I am interested

In Northern Ireland the leprechauns were red clothes - I didn't know that - of course - after I read your post I had to look up Wikipedia

Thanks for the info

Dec

But I looked up Northern Irish Leprechauns in clipart and they are all green - true

Whatever the colour - they work for me

🤗💚💕 @Hope4me

Well there you go @Owlunar. Who would'a thunk?! I'm glad you got something out of my tid-bit of Irish banter. lol 🌈 💚

And also thanks to @Faith-and-Hope for your lovely emoji's. 💚🖐

Ah...to be sure, to be sure...xo

thanks @Owlunar sorry I went of for a nap

Sorry I couldn't make it, this is my sick note below 🙂

Dear Sir,

I write this note to you to tell you of me plight

and at the time of writing, I am not a pretty sight;

me body is all black and blue, me face a deathly gray

and I write this note to say why Paddy's not at work today.

While working on the fourteenth floor some bricks I had to clear;

now, to throw them down from such a height was not a good idea.

the foreman wasn't very pleased, he being an awkward sod

he said I'd have to cart them down the ladders in me hod.

Now, clearing all these bricks by hand it was so very slow,

so I hoisted up a barrel and secured the rope below.

But in me haste to do the job I was too blind to see

that a barrel full of building bricks was heavier than me.

So when I untied the rope the barrel fell like lead

and clinging tightly to the rope I started up instead.

Well, I shot up like a rocket till to my dismay I found

that halfway up I met the bloody barrel coming down.

Well, the barrel broke me shoulder as to the ground it sped,

and when I reached the top I banged the pulley with my head.

Well, I clung on tight through numbed shock from this almighty blow

and the barrel spilled out half the bricks fourteen floors below.

Now, when these bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floor

I then outweighed the barrel and so started down once more;

still clinging tightly to the rope, I sped towards the ground,

and I landed on the broken bricks that were all scattered round.

Well, I lay there groaning on the ground, I thought I'd passed the worst,

when the barrel hit the pulley-wheel and then the bottom burst.

Well, a shower of bricks rained down on me, I hadn't got a hope

as I lay there moaning on the ground, I let go of the bloody rope.

The barrel then being heavier, it started down once more,

and landed right across me, as I lay upon the floor.

Well, it broke three ribs and my left arm and I can only say

that I hope you'll understand why Paddy's not a work today.

LOL 🙂