The other morning in the cafe, while I was wiping a table clean, I overheard a customer saying the word shenanigans to his son.
‘He’s been up to his
usual shenanigans...’
Shenanigans is a good enough word in itself (in fact, I’d
forgotten all about it till I heard him using it. I want to try and slip it
into a sentence soon). What made the word even better was the customer’s accent.
He’s got a voice that sounds a little like Sean Connery (in that he
prnounshesh hish wordsh like thish – by way of an exshplanashion). So the word
actually came out like: she-nani-ginsshhh.
I smiled.
♥
[These pictures are from my birthday earlier this month. While I wasn’t completely excited about turning 23 (I don’t feel
tall enough to merit the age), I was glad about saying goodbye to being 22 (my least favourite year so far). And it was such a lovely day.
Going to a Play, a Pie and a Pint at the Oran Mor, wandering round the Botanic Gardens, hearing the rain hissing on the
glass roof (for just a few minutes), eating a delicious picnic that my Mum had wrapped in
brown paper and string (Salad Niçoise tiger-bread baguettes; goats’ cheese, pecan
and roast pepper sandwiches; hummus, tomato and avocado thins; Italian lemonade;
Kettle crisps; strawberries...)
...catching sight of a black butterfly with whispering wings, sitting on
a picnic rug in the park watching wedding photographers, enjoying a big fried
breakfast-for-dinner back at home (why not?). A day full of eating: my favourite sort.]
