Part Two – You can Make me Whole Again!

If you missed part one of Mohotma’s adventures, you can read it here!

So, Mohotma Coatalay was wrecked after all the sightseeing in Bali, and she was looking forward to her flight to Darwin. On the plane she was sitting next to a lovely little Filipino man, who introduced himself as Homobono. He sat nice and tidy in his seat so she had plenty of elbow room and leg space.

Homobono was very friendly and he chatted away to Mohotma as they sipped their drinks and nibbled on their snacks. But Mohotma was so knackered that she dozed off unknown to herself. She was out like a light and her head slumped onto Homobono’s shoulder; mouth wide open she drooled Merlot tainted slobbers all over his lovely Bench cotton shirt. Oops!

She got over her embarrassment though, and cheered up when she discovered upon checking into her hotel in Darwin, that she got a room upgrade. Jammy. As. Ever.

More amazing photos followed; Alice Springs, sunrise at Ayres Rock and aboriginal rock art in Kakadu National Park- (Read more about that here)


Watching Sunrise at Ayers Rock

The water babe that our Mohotma is, she went swimming in rock pools in Litchfield and you wouldn’t believe what else she did; she auditioned for ‘I’m a Celebrity Get me Outta Here’. She pretended to be Nigella Lawson and did the whole bikini shower thing under a waterfall and everything! She almost got away with it too, but her Cavan accent let her down big time. It’s just not as posh as Nigella’s.


Ah….doesn’t the cork hat suit her! 


Wildlife Boat Trip

Next stop – Sydney! Time to spend a few days with her favourite nephew Rahul, his partner Jaanvi and their little boy Sanjay. Aw….the photos are fabulous! Yes Rahul, Bondi beach was a fabulous place to bring your lovely Auntie Mohotma; but…….skateboarding? Seriously? What were you thinking? She ain’t no spring chicken any more, y’know!

However, joining in with the buskers on the street was more her style. She was riding shotgun didgeridoo underneath the hot sun feeling like a someone! 


Mohotma was a right little Dora the Explorer; walking around the streets of Sydney with not much more than a map in her backpack. She even drew the map HERSELF!! I have to hand it to her though – she got a train to Circular Quay and Darling Harbour, without getting lost. Saphirra and I went to Dublin by train once. We got there fine, but we got ‘quite’ lost on our return. We ended up back in the city and had to get a bus home. It added about five hours to our journey; I was like the divil. That’s what we got for not inviting Mohotma to come with us!

More foodie photos followed; Rahul and Jannvi took Mohotma out on the town and treated her to a slapper slap-up meal in a posh restaurant. I thought there was something innuendous about the menu when I read it on our Whatsapp group, but it made sense when Mohotma explained that the restaurant was a brothel many years ago!

Mohotma’s Dinner

Appetizer; Deep fried Battered Crocodile Penis (I swear)

Starter; Canadian Trollops served with Masculine Salad (No Dressing)

Main Course; Grilled Stripped Salmon served on a double bed of Mini Skirted Vegetables, smothered in a Rich Creamy Sauce

Dessert; Passion Fruit served between Two Large Melons – with Cherries on Top


Battered Crocodile Penis

They say you can tell a lot about a person by their food choices. 

After dinner they visited the brothel museum/boutique upstairs and Mohotma bought herself a fabulous outfit to wear to her niece Ambuja’s upcoming wedding. A Western Authentic Brothel Babe dress in red and black; soooo her colours. She’s going to look absolutely stunning! I hope she doesn’t upstage the bride though! 

I think she’s boarding a train early in the morning to begin her journey home. No doubt we have a lot more stories to hear from our forever friend when she gets back. We truly hope that Mohotma’s adventures in Bali and Australia have made her feel whole again and full of the joys of life! 

Thank you so much Mohotma for sharing your adventures with us. You’re great craic and a ray of sunshine in all our lives! And thank you for allowing me to post your photos.

You Can Make Me Whole Again – Part one!

I’m so jealous right now. Mohotma Coataly is away out in Australia somewhere – without Saphirra and me. Like, what is she thinking…..? She’ll be so bored without us!

Okay….we understand. You see, Mohotma lost her husband in January and to say she is heartbroken, is an understatement. She’s a strong woman and very accepting of what life throws at her, but it still can’t be easy losing your lifelong partner and friend.

It was a sad time for all of us as he was one of our closest friends; he is missed so much. We have many fond and funny memories of Mr Coatalay and we love that we can talk about the good times without feeling like we’re upsetting our special friend Mohotma.


Sure Saphirra and I thought we could make her feel whole again, but apparently three weeks in Australia is what she needs. She couldn’t have gone any further away from us. We’re very hurt. Sigh…… to be honest I couldn’t afford to go anyway. Saphirra could, because she just landed herself a posh new office job somewhere near Doom. Going on nights out now with her new work mates; next thing she’ll be wearing high heels and lipstick every day! It’s not that I’m jealous or anything; God no!

Mohotma’s first stop was Bali. She boasted about eating pig’s ears and said there is two million of them on the Island. I think she means people though – not pig’s ears. Balcony views, sunny beach and sunset photos followed. Drinking beer and eating Balanese tiger prawns. I think she’s going to eat and drink her way through the next three weeks. (Yep, she’ll be whole again.)

However, she’s moving around plenty. She dressed all Hindu style and joined in with their traditional dance. Shook off some of that buttered chicken she devoured with the pig’s ears on her first night.

Turtle Island sounds fab but she looked a bit ‘Fifty Shades’ with that snake wrapped around her! Not for me…no thanks! (The snake that is…I’d be fine with Fifty Shades)

The Cat Poo coffee? Apparently it’s the most expensive coffee in the world. But no no no…. I would not drink coffee that came from a cat’s bum. I’ll stick to my Bewleys thank you very much.

I have to say though, she definitely looks amazing in her photos. Especially the one of her being Rose on the Titanic – even if it is just a wee rowing boat she’s in – bless her! She’s definitely glowing! I can’t share the photos just in case an internet stalker hunts her down and kidnaps her. I’d never forgive myself.


Now I did say she was brave earlier….. well, she’s braver than I thought. She went to the beach wearing an itsy bitsy teeny weeny black no-polka-dot bikini. Woo hoo…… go Mohotma. We didn’t get a photo but I bet she pulled it off fabulously. There’ll be no stopping her now.

She was boarding a plane to Darwin the last time we heard from her. She gave me her flight number so that I could track her on Flightradar. Yes, she’s landed. But she must be sleeping. No doubt we’ll soon get a photo of her breakfast!

To be continued………..HERE

Writing Dilemma! Can You Help?

Yes or No signs

I can’t believe it’s been 5-6 months since I posted here. I took a break but it was only meant to be a short one. Summer came very fast and Little Miss Six – Oh, she’s seven now – Little Miss Seven takes up more of my time when there’s no school. She’s a great wee girl though and she’s quite good at occupying herself when I’m busy. We also have lots of people calling during the summer so it’s all go!

Roll on September. I miss my routine and I want it back!

My book is progressing….slowly but surely! God, the research is never ending. I must say, the people in my writer’s group are a great help and very encouraging.

While I was researching life as a school teacher in rural Ireland in the late 40’s, I found out that when a female primary school teacher got married, she was no longer entitled to her job. Banned! What? Not only teachers but all civil service workers. 

This ban wasn’t lifted until 1958 – earlier in other countries. Now, this information created a wee obstacle for me because in my story, Flossie is a young primary school teacher who just got married and the year is 1948!

I pondered over this for days wondering what to do about it. I really wanted Flossie to be the teacher and she HAS to marry this man! I thought about bringing the dates forward by 10 years; but I’d prefer not to.

So…..I asked my parents and my mother-in-law about this and they said that all their school teachers were married. Yes, it was true that they weren’t entitled to remain in their jobs but as they say, “There’s ways around everything.” It was who you knew back in those days (still is in some cases). If the school ‘couldn’t get anyone else’ to fill the position, the married teacher had to stay!

wink wink

So can I keep my Flossie in her job in my story? What would you do my writer friends?

Batty Shirley!

Conversations with Snooty Shirley are frustrating since she misplaced her hearing aid.

‘I’ve just seen several bats flying around my house,’ she shrieked. ‘Nasty little creatures! Where do you suppose they live?’

Stephano sighed. ‘With an old bat in a nearby cave.’

‘Don’t be silly. There’s no cave around here,’ she retorted.

‘There’s one a few doors away,’ he smirked.

‘I can’t hear you. Speak up,’ Shirley demanded.


Her eyes bored into him.

Stephano has known for ages that Shirley has furry little tenants in her attic!

He’s not quite ready to tell her yet!

Lady bat night night

Batty Shirley is in response to Charli’s flash fiction challenge. 99 words; no more, no less.

April 12: Flash Fiction Challenge

That Bitch Big M!

Why am I the way I am?

I don’t suffer from anxiety because I can control my anxiety. If I didn’t know how to manage it and control it, then I would say that I do suffer from anxiety.

Anxiety causes me to get palpitations and palpitations make me anxious! Damn things! If I drink more than two or three glasses of wine, I’ll have palpitations the next day. When Glo is the dominant personality here, the limit of two glasses is strictly adhered to!


Last Sunday I was out for dinner with Stephano and Little Miss Six, and I consumed three glasses of white wine. I was fine; we were home about 8pm and in bed before 11. Oh yes…..I did have a gin and tonic too! The next morning my chest felt really heavy and I was wrecked! Shallow breathing and palpitations. I ignored it for a while and by lunchtime, I lay down for a wee meditation.

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Slippery Showers in Slow Motion!


One thing that always cheers me up is my besties and because they’re not within reach at the moment I have no choice but to have a little wander down memory lane. This is one memory that I’ll never forget and always makes me laugh!

This one time in Scout camp, Esmeralda and I decided that our baby wipe showers were only truly effective for a day or two. It was now day four and we had to brave the communal showers. Yes, communal! Now that might be no big deal for some people but I’ve never ever had to share my shower with anybody. My mother threw us all into the same bath when we were very young, but that’s different.

After several cups of coffee and faffing around for a couple of hours, we gathered ourselves and started walking. We ploughed through the gutters in our wellies and matching anoraks with our toiletries and fluffy towels in 2 Lidl bags.

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Colder Than Ice

Today I’m taking part in February 15 Flash Fiction Challenge for Charli over at Carrot Ranch. The prompt is; In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story on ice. 

Romantic notions in a young maidens head,

Seeking out her kindred spirit, gullible and blithe.

She watched the man across the room, eyes met,

Her’s green like precious emeralds, his were icy blue.


So began his obsession, his something new,

A faithful damsel to fuel his insolence.

He stole her soul and beat it down,

She became a prisoner in his petulant world.


Two thousand days of torment and suffering

In the heavy hands of a furious man.

Void of compassion, frost in his veins,  

His heart was colder than ice.

Freedom for the maiden came with a price!