Hello Parkys of Ireland,
One thing about this club is that you can't be in it if you are wimpy. Nope, PD aint for wimps.
I just got back from a walk up the hill to the woods. Halfway up the hill I realized that my legs were burning like they were going to fall off. I was dead on my feet. Then I took my gloves off, set down my walking stick, grabbed my belt and loosened it a notch. I could feel the blood starting to rush down my arteries and the burning pain stopped. As I have aged, I have lost my bum and I tend to wear a tight belt to keep my pants from sliding down. Hah, I have been wearing the belt too tight and it interferes with the blood flow to my legs. Imagine that, what a relief.
The doctor is in. Burning pain in the legs, loosen your belt, take an aspirin and call me in the morning.
Earthquake? Wow Lucy, was it scary? When the world vibrates and shakes for the rest of the world, they can understand Parkys better perhaps.
Patsy, good to see you. I will check the link to Emmas Castle.
Katie, about time you got back. We missed you. How are you doing Girl?
And Marie too, I saw you here a few days back. Sorry about your aches, hope you are getting around again.
Clem, I would love to see your museum. I can only imagine the interesting things to be found within those walls.
Once upon a time, on an enchanted Island Nation, A princes named Emma, lived in her Castle at Kilkenny. It had so many rooms and hallways that she was forever running around with the vacuum cleaner. By the time she had all the rooms cleaned it was time to start again. She used to have many servants and cooks and chambermaids but she liked doing her own housework and had let them all go. Her son skateboarded through the corridors and great halls. The castle was so big that they could both be home and not see each other for days. When Lucy and other friends came to tea, they would arrange what door to knock at.
One Day, after making fresh scones for the seniors at the centre, Princess Emma......