Blog from the Bog

Sometimes I really miss the glamorous city life I used to live. My Profoundly Superficial friend always has some some stories and great photos to spark nice daydreams.

Life in Currane creativity, daydreams, escapism, glamour, inspirations, Polranny Pirates, Profoundly Superficial

It’s now almost 9 weeks since we gave up smoking. I’ve not mentioned it before because it’s been such a difficult subject to talk about. We’ve done so well so far. It’s a miracle that we haven’t killed each other and amazing that we’ve hardly even argued. We should deserve a huge pat on the back. The problem is, I don’t really feel worthy.

You see, pretty much every night I dream I am buying cigarettes, hiding them and planning to smoke them secretly. Sometimes I’m choosing from rows and rows of beautifully decorated cigarette packets, sparkly, bejewelled and so tempting. Usually I don’t actually smoke in my dreams (although I have once or twice) but I do think about how wonderful it would be to feel that sensation. When I’m awake, I can’t allow myself to think those thoughts.

I wake up feeling so guilty. As a smoker, I never dreamt about smoking, now I can’t stop. Can I really call myself a non-smoker when I spend so much (unconscious) time thinking about it, planning to do it or actually doing it?

Life in Currane achievements, dreams, fags, guilt

It’s a lot quieter in the hen house these days but at least it’s a bit clearer who’s in charge. We did have 6 fully grown male birds- now we have 3. The other 3 have gone to good homes. Dozy, Dee and Roger were very handsome boys and therefore much in demand. We’re left with Beaky, (front left), Mini-Me (back left) and Mungo (middle right). As far as we can tell, the girls seem happy enough with the result.
I’ve been attending a local art group (run by Corr Acla) over the last 9 weeks and the painting above was one of my projects.

Life in Currane achievements, art, chickens, paintings