With a few bob in me pants, and a pint in me belly, dat the ingredients, my Irish neighbour just finished sayin. We were discussing the garden we share between. From there it went onto attitude, and living the life you have, and enjoying this here and now. Be damned the naysayers, and boo-whoo-ers. He said…“I’m getting rather good ya naw at being a bum”. … Continue reading The Mists Of Cornerbrook