Salt streaked window pane

No, my windows aren't dirty. Those streaks are salt, compliments of today's big north-westerly.
How's the surf at Malahide?

Ohhhhh why are we waiting!

Where is the most talented, most entertaining Sybil these days? How are those of us chained to a desk job supposed to be entertained on a Monday morning?

I DEMAND a new blog!

(Or at least a few pics of the new puppy...)

The Tale of the Portapotty

Once upon a time there was a portapotty that lived inside a cupboard sized bathroom where the sun never shone. One day a kindly hurricane passed over and liberated the portapotty from the up-ended camper van or perhaps the shattered mobile home where it had been confined. Happily the portapotty floated on the ocean, singing glad portapotty freedom songs. "Now I am free from creatures that pee," it sang as it danced on the waves.

Then one evening it washed up on to a sandy beach that faced west into the sunset. The portapotty said, "I will make this place my home. I will sit forever on this sandy beach, watching the sun go down while I think beautiful sunset thoughts".

Alas.

A dog happened upon the spot where the portapotty was cast high and dry by the turning tide. "Woah," said the dog. "What is this? A portapotty? How very convenient."

And he lifted his leg . . .