This morning (7am)
Dardistown Cemetery, Old Airport Road, County Dublin.
Stephen Fuller writes:
Happy Mother’s Day to all Mothers – whether in this world or the next!
Meanwhile…
This evening.
Nollaig Brennan writes:
The sun setting on the Waterford/Greenway [County Waterford]…
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Nice one, Stephen
(there’s no next world, though)
Well that’s comforting in the circumstances.
Might be – maybe he’s feeling guilty about not visiting more often
Ha ha Barnabas. How ridiculous and conceited you sound trumpeting your little certainties just like the dogma of those you probably dismiss as ‘brainwashed’.
Don’t you know we know nothing?
Have a little humility there son.
hardly trumpeting, you little android – I put it in brackets.
I don’t believe the one about the three little piggies blowing the houses down either, by the way
Tootle tootle toot
Angry little fellow
Not even a teeny bit cross :)
Eh?
Brits out.
Haha! :)
Brother Bananas is right as surely the limited room in heaven*, the place filled out eons ago, or like, a long long time ago
*citation: Jehovah’s Witnessesises
…the next world Stephen…citation needed…
Eh you could try the bible..
Here’s one I recall -“My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you?”
he probably meant a credible citation
“Eh you could try the bible..”
Or perhaps The Lord of the Rings, another well known fantasy novel.
that’s a lovely sentiment, especially given the context of the post and how people are feeling today rp :-/
If you’re Mormon, you don’t get a room, you get a planet.
Because they need More, Man!
I have a planet.
It’s great craic. You should get one.
I notice a disturbing tend here in relation to the Good Mammies. First Tesco offers them ‘urns’ for Mothers day – now Broadsheet.ie offers them this!! What’s going on – the public demand an answer.
Cryptic…
Not really. However, I had hoped that my air of mystery might excite you ;-D
You do carry a general air of flamboyancy and mystique that I have to admit to being intrigued.
Flamboyancy has been my M.O. for years now.
I haz an upset :(
Oh my dear Nice Young Chap!
You are the very definition of flamboyancy! *hugs*
Have that boy washed. and brought to my tent. ;-)
No mammies anymore. They’re all mums & mummy’s now.
I’m a mammy. If my child called me ‘Mummy’ there’s a chance I might disown her.
Even Ma is preferable.
Don’t get me started on ‘Mom’.
I sense a certain forgotedness (I know it’s not a real word – but somehow should be). I thought in light of a recent post that commenters were getting along? It appears the honeymoon period is over?
Look at them fickin’ fancy legitimate children with their marked graves.
Notions!
It’s a lovely photo, dunno what ya’d be doin’ down around them things at that hour of the mornin’ but I’m grateful none the less for your sharing of this pic…
my Ma liked it
People are dyin’ to get into those places and be seen.
Fun unreal
What was Stephen doing in a graveyard at 7am?
Concealing a freshly murdered corpse?
You’re dead right