It has indeed been lashing all day here in Toronto......and I feel that I should hold my hands up and apologise. According to my boss today has been 'damn Irish weather' which of course, I am repsonsible for importing.

I apologise to all concerned and I hope it will be over soon.

Glad to see it meself. Good for the grass. Don't want to be paying last year's prices for hay again.

Glad someone's happy. Heck, if I start seeing green grass round here I'll be gettin' all nostalgic.

The old house is still standing tho' the paint is cracked and dry,
and there's that old oak tree I used to play on.

Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries.

Or......

I'm bidding you a long farewell, my Mary kind and true
But I'll not forget you, darling, in the land I'm going to
They say there's bread and work for all, and the sun shines always there
But I'll ne'er forget old Ireland, were it fifty times as fair.

Courtesy of wales2canada

They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old

Not that it's about Canada but that's how it feels out there tonight.

Ah, Mr MacGowan. A fine example of why cutting back on the drink is a good thing. Well maybe.

Ahhh..the green, green, grass of home...sigh

No green, green, grass here this morning. Half an inch of snow on the ground, falling snow, strong winds. Not cold though.

Throw some snow this way....Just windy and a bit cold here.

Were it up to me you could have it all. I wanted to be out barn fixin' not stuck in here with the ironing.

Oh...its beautiful here this morning...blue skies, sunshine, mind you its just 0 at the minute but I was outside for quite a while in the garden, with the dogs, in my PJ's and it felt warm - I can never get over that!!

Charlie...stop with the snow already!!!!!

The thought of you doing ironing is almost enough to convince me that Hitchens and Dawkins were wrong...............There is a God.

Through a turbulent life the one constant has been the ironing. I remember a woman with whom I lived for a couple of years mainly by the box pleats on her white pants, a throwback to the era of Dynasty. I hated those pleats.

Now there's a thing I just don't understand. Ironing. Why? I owned an iron once, but no ironing board. Suffice to say I have never once ironed anything. I don't believe I look at all crumpled, my bed sheets are fairly wrinkle-free. I'm sure there are more pointless household tasks than ironing, but right now I can't think of one.