Ireland and the I.M.F.

I did say yesterday that we were off to look for garden tools. Well, the expedition turned out to be slow shuffling through just about every type of shop that did not sell such items. Many silly things were purchased, all of which Mrs. Joesblips assures me are quite essential. We eventually arrived at the garden section of a big D.I.Y. Store.

Nothing! Well nothing left on the shelves, which in any way resembled the things we were seeking. It was like as if a plague of locusts had beaten us to it. Lots of other people also attempting to patch up their properties after the big snow.

So, what did herself purchase? This! She assure me that she has been looking for a birdbath like this for ages and here was the very thing at just the right price. Hmmmmm!

I reckon it is our monument to the demise of the Celtic Tiger. Here we have "Ireland", represented by the hairy guy, holding out the begging bowl to the moguls of the I.M.F. to whom we shall be indebted for at least the next 20 years for their "genorosity". It would answer our system better if the parties who ran the cowboy banking system were slapped in jail where we all know they belong. They should stay there too, at least until the very last cent has been repaid by myself and the other citizens on their behalf.