Old Iron

My old man said: "Foller the van,
And don't dilly-dally on the way".
Off went the van wiv me 'ome packed in it.
I walked be'ind wiv me old cock linnet.
But I dillied and dallied,
Dallied and dillied;
Lost me way and don't know where to roam.
Who''ll put you up when you've lost your bedstead
And you can't find your way 'ome?

Obviously a bit too much dillying and dallying going on here for this old bedstead was forgotten altogether. A planning notice has gone up outside this old house and it's to be restored. Well, the door was ajar. A rather nice feel in this old two up two down with some surprisingly bright colours in some of the rooms, the bedrooms particularly. A bright custard yellow, now rather mildewy in this bedroom, and the old bedstead abandoned but neatly stacked. The other bedroom is pink with a cerise fire surround - might save that for another day. It's probably sacrilege to have a cockney song to accompany an Irish bedstead but sing along with this  - I bet you know the words!

A truly foul day weatherwise, murky, heavy rain and chilly but we wend our way through  large puddles across the mountain to Ballydehob to have lunch with our pals Robert and Finola, just back from a month in Canada visiting friends and family. Their fire was blazing, we dined on savoury filo pastry tart (sorry F I've forgotten the posh word for it) and had a good catch up.

Last night we watched Carol , much lauded and tipped for an Oscar. We both agreed it was one of the most boring and dull movies we have ever seen! Was it just us?

Thanks to notowennewittfor hosting Derelict Sunday for the next few weeks.