If we keep building bypasses round NI towns with problematic traffic we’ll eventually just end up with one big loop round Lough Neagh with exits to Applegreens
Early summer, loveliest season,
World is being coloured in.
While daylight lasts on the horizon, Sudden, throaty blackbirds sing.
The dusty-coloured cuckoo cuckoos. “Welcome, summer,”is what he says.
Why do I constantly worry about my future wedding? I have no bf, no prospect of a bf but not a day goes past where I don’t consider the guest list, the weather… will it shine for me, will the playlist have a good mix of genres, is everybody having fun, should I have a free bar!?
He would drink by himself And raise a weathered thumb Towards the high shelf, Calling another rum And blackcurrant, without Having to raise his voice, Or order a quick stout By a lifting of the eyes And a discreet dumb-show Of pulling off the top;