Sancho Panza

So the summer is finally starting to behave itself and is giving us some pleasant weather. However fleeting it proves to be, I intend to enjoy it.

"Oh, the summer time is coming,
And the trees are blooming,
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather.

Will you go, lassie, will you go?"

Francis McPeake, Wild Mountain Thyme

Two recent conversations with my father:

1) Funerals

Me: So where do you want to be buried?
Pop: In the graveyard.
Me: I know that, but do you have a plot or something?
Pop: No.
Me: Well, are you going to buy one?
Pop: I will in my shite. I've paid for enough things in this life. After a few days of me stinking, ye will find somewhere to put me down.

2) Incense Burning

Pop: What incense are you burning? ...