The mini van that took us on camping trips
to Rossnowlagh had no hand-brake, so
we took along a cement block, which
we placed behind the front seat to use
when we got to the top of that hill
in Ballyshannon. For Murphy's law
determined that our right of way was blocked
at the cross, at the top of the street
that climbed, that hill; it was then that the appointed
go-fer was called on to jump out to fix
the block behind the front wheel and as we
teetered on brink of destruction we'd discuss
the fact that it was here Mary Shelly's gran
and Bram Stoker's granda were born and
it was just as well that they never met up.
Friday, September 4, 2009
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