She's getting Married in the Morning

My sister is getting married this weekend! I could not be happier or prouder. I cannot wait to see my family and everything. Due to a slight mess up on my part with flights I have not been home to Ireland for over 8 months. Missed you all and my shire. So basically you probably won't hear from me for a while, but then I guess you are used to that.

Another smaller milestone also reached with this Blog post, this happens to be my 200th Blog post. Well now fancy that, who'd a thunk I'd get this far.

Catch up with you all soon and now why don't you join me in wishing my Sis and her future hubby a big congratulations.

Woop woop

GBM

Real Irish Butter

Why thank you sis! Tastes like past Christmases, summers off school and family holidays.

Om Nom Nom Nom.

GBM

So this Happened....

.... I met Hedwig during my time in Ireland. She was a hoot (sorry).

GBM 

You Know You are Home When....

....you are serenaded to sleep by the sound of a cow and not the usual car alarms.

Ahhh country life.

GBM

Homeward Bound

So I'm flying back home to Ireland today, back to see my dear family and friends, back to the countryside, to the midlands, to the bog, to more pubs than shops, to green, to bogger accents, to Irish bacon, to Mammy's cooking and to the Craic.

I'll be in Ireland for the next 11 days and whilst I hope to do a spot of Blogging there, I suspect my Internet access may be slightly intermittent.

Talk to you all soon.

GBM

GBM Needs a Haircut: Updated

Apologies for my incredibly smug mug
I just felt amazing at this point

My hair has been chopped. Yay I feel so lightheaded now. My guy is an absolute craftsman, watching him work is like watching an artist about about to finish his next masterpiece, the concentration and focus on the man. I mean it's just hair like but then he stands back and you see the finished product and you are all like ahhh, yes you are a genius. No doubt I won't be able to style it again the way it is in the pic, mostly because I am lazy and also I can't really work a hairbrush and hairdryer at the same time, I suck like that.

So three cheers for a light head for these warm summer months, to my visible greys disappearing (had them in the tufts on my side), to looking fabulous and all for just €20. Take that Swiss hairdressers charging 70 francs.

Douchehammers! 

GBM

Back to my Shire

Bit of Sparch, anyone?

Back to the homestead this weekend, back to my green isle. It's a funny one, my mother decided to text me a bit of a warning the other day.

Ma Text: 'Just to let you know, it is lashing here, hope you are prepared for it'


Ominous yesh? Lashing, for those not in the know would be akin to 'raining like a mother fucker' however my mother delicate flower that she is, would never say any such vulgarity. So where did I come from then eh?

I wasn't thinking about it much before she texted me but I guess I wouldn't have been prepared, no. It might come as a bit of a shock to the system given the great weather here. That said Zurich isn't always sunny but after it rains it does tend to clear for a couple of scorchers of days. It's doesn't matter as I'm not coming back for the weather, I'm homeward to see my rag-tag bag of weirdo friends who are ah-mah-zing and my lovely family. Ain't no rain-showers are going to dampen my spirits.

My guest contributor Blog Bomb will be putting me up for the few nights in my old homestead of Galway. No doubt we will come up with some increasingly juvenile crapulence for the Blog together, post on my return.

Us as kids, you'll be happy to know that the wristbands
are no longer part of my wardrobe, thank Husband

Can't wait, let the madness begin.

GBM

GBM needs a Haircut

My hair is ridiculously long and it's driving me mental. I've been holding off getting it cut until I fly home to Ireland tomorrow. Going to go to my regular guy because he is amazing and doesn't cost 100 francs (come on Switzerland, it's mens hair, there ain't much of it). So for the past few days I've been the Ginger Hat Man, not allowing my unruly lion's mane out to be seen.

This is fine for now because I had this trip back to Ireland planned for some time but flying home every few months or so to get a haircut is not maintainable and is a false economy. Eventually I need to find a good barber that won't bankrupt me in der Schweiss. Suggestions welcome readers. What I do know for sure is that come next Wednesday I will look like this again.....

Obviously without the natural sepia tint, that's Instagram's doing (yes I know, I suck). I feel better just thinking about it, ahhhh, soon. A haircut you can set your watch by.

GBM