Their Love Was Something Which Coloured The

Everything Comes Home, My Mother Used To Say; Every Word Spoken, Every Shadow Cast, Every Footprint In The Sand. It Can't Be Helped; It's Part Of What Makes Us Who We Are.

Nat Parson Says It's The Devil's Mark." "nat Parson's A Gobshite." Maddy Was Torn Between A Natural Feeling Of Sacrilege And A Deep Admiration Of Anyone Who Dared Call A Parson 'gobshite.

I'd Rather Be A Freak Than A Clone.

We Came In The Wind Of The Carnival. A Wind Of Change, Or Promises. The Merry Wind, The Magical Wind, Making March Hares Of Everyone, Tumbling Blossoms And Coat-tails And Hats; Rushing Towards Summer In A Frenzy Of Exuberance.

Garden Work Clears The Mind.