Castles
in the Sky ©
By
Michael Casey
I
was just watching the Sky Press Preview on tv when I decided to give it a rest,
I’m overdosing on the USA 2016 Presidential Election, so let’s put that to one
side and see if I can talk to you about something else. Though I will make one
prediction, the next President of the USA will be a Blonde, so with that
knowledge put some money on it with your local bookie. I was in fact a trainee
betting shop manager in one of my past lives, yes really, I did have my life in
reverse, not like Benjamin Button or whatever that Brad Pitt film was called,
but the fact that I had my big job first and then a series of smaller lower
paid jobs thereafter.
I
did in fact stumble over my old CV an hour or so on the computer, not that I
need it anymore. Arthritis and Heart have conspired to make me a full- time
Writer, so many of you are no doubt moaning, if only the SOB had a day job then
we wouldn’t have to suffer all these stories. 850 or so is my new tally, not
forgetting the full length 600page comedy drama called The Butcher The Baker
and The Undertaker, if you all misbehave I may continue with Tears for a
Butcher which might be another 600 page full length sequel. I’m sure you’re all
looking to Heaven and praying Please God if I Promise to Eat all my Vegetables,
please please.
So
now that I’ve got you all praying don’t forget to say a prayer for Michael
Buble’s young son, and At the bottom of the list me and all my aches and pains. Now I was
really going to talk about castles in the sky, that’s what my mother used to call my dad’s dreams.
I remember one was if ever I win any money I’d buy everybody a house, mum would
laugh from the kitchen every time she heard this. You have to remember the Caseys
are farmers back in Kerry Ireland, so land and houses is always on their mind,
ask any of the clan, and it is a clan, 40+ first cousins. So naturally dad wanted the best for all his
children, and giving them all a house was his dream.
Today
I look at www.rightmove.co.uk and
dream of a nice house in B17 postcode, that’s zip code to all of my American
readers. Not that I’ll ever have the money to buy one there, not unless
somebody reading this wants to buy the rights to my writing or thinks teaching
English via comedy is a great idea as
mentioned in www.michaelgcasey.typepad.com So that is a Castle in the Sky, but getting
the house where I live was big dream of
mine, though it took a lot of effort and sacrifice.
Then
you get married and have children so your house is destroyed by crayon on the
walls, and girls knickers scattered all over the place, not to mention 15
different bottles of hair care products in your small bathroom. You get
relegated to the broom cupboard as your girls, all your girls, wife, daughters
and female cat all need more room. The
cat turns out to be a drug addict who loves the wallpaper glue holding the
wallpaper on the walls, so Totoro eats the wall paper she has scratched off.
If
I was a contortionist I’d squeeze myself into a shoe box and be slid under a
chair, then my girls would have enough space in the house. These are the things
a dad has to do for his daughters. So my only hope is to dream of a Castle in
the Sky, as you know they say an Englishman’s Home is his Castle. I look at the
houses on the website and hope we can
find one that’ll give us all a bit of space and me a bit of peace. Even if I
had my own outside WC, or toilet, that would be such a relief, can you think
what it’s like sharing a bathroom with 3 girls, even our female cat Totoro
thinks its posher to pee or pooh in our bath instead of using her litter tray.
She’s seen us use a bathroom so why not a clever cat.
I
am my father’s son, in fact I was the favourite son, and my dad’s Birthday
would have been about this time of year, he’s be 95 if he was still alive, so I
can smile when I behave as he did. Though when I dream of houses just as he did
I dream of 3 houses, a new one for all of us then one each for my daughters
either side of the new family house, I’d buy them now and have them ready for
when my girls grow up. In My Big Fat Greek Wedding there was something similar,
though ½ a mile to each side of the family house would be the perfect distance,
close but not too close.
So
this is my Castle in the Sky, I hope you all have your own dreams wherever you
are in the world, I get readers all over the place, all over the world, so I’ll
give you all just one piece of advice, if you have wallpaper in your houses use
NAILS to hang it to the walls, then your cats won’t scratch it off to eat the
glue just as Totoro does.
the stone building was wher my mum was born and lived till age 12m with her hamily of 9 in total, in 1920s Kerry Ireland Cromane Lower
my cousin still lives on the plot of land there in a new house
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