What a way to get out of bed, reading this story, LMAO. So clever. Did ya'll by any chance video the singers together so that maybe it will end up on a TQS Show????? How cool would that be

And ...we did ask for a story........

Lois, I'm thinkin you may be right. I guess time will tell us "the rest of the story", as Paul Harvey would have said.

Thinkin' there just might be more to the story. Just sayin'

I'm rubbing a pot and dreamin' too. And I'm wishing I had some Irish/American music playing in the background as I do my quilting. I think I'll just keep rubbing this pot.

Thank you so much . Wonderful story

Well seeing you are Irish Rita

Okay here's the story......

It begins last February on St. Patrick's Day actually. That's the day we Irish traditionally plant our potatoes. I was in the garden turning the soil to set it in drills for the spuds when my shovel hit something hard in the ground. I eventually worked it out of the soil and it turned out to be a small black cooking pot. I went to the outside tap and cleaned it off to see if it would still be usable for a potted plant or something. I was drying the pot and day dreaming about my quilting (as usual ) and wishing that I could meet Ricky Tims again some day when I had the heart put crossways in me as, with a puff of smoke, a little leprechaun appeared on the ground in front of me.
"Who has called Tricky Rims from his slumber?" he growled!
"Eh....sorry about this Mr..... Rims! but I think there has been a mistake. I was just cleaning this little crock I found in the potato patch."
"Ah me crock, me crock, what have ye done to me crock?" he exclaimed!
"I haven't done anything to your crock sir, I was just cleaning it and daydreaming about meeting Ricky Tims."
"Make fun of me dyslexia would you," he snapped angrily, "how did ye get a hold of me crock, ye scallywag, give it back here now." .......

Seriously though, Ricky is in Ireland on holiday and we met up for a chat and some tunes while he was in my neck of the woods. We took them for a walk in Powerscourt and that is where my DH too the photo.

Rita, when you first posted your picture, I was looking at it to see if your DH was on it. I think he's such a nice guy, but found two other nice guys instead. Now it's sorted out for the curious mind. We await THE STORY with more or less patience but we also know a person that can keep her mouth shut when she is not allowed to tell anything

Reetzbobeetz wrote:
My mother did it exactly the same way, paper and all. Only difference was that they were blackbirds. Same names Pater and Paul. Small world! Somewhow it feels so special that the world is that small and that we've had some very similar sweet childhood experiences.

Rita you still haven't given us the story. You don't just come across Ricky

Thanks Norma. My DH took my profile photo.

Rita, your birds are cute.
Never heard about those pens. Must investigate. You can never have too many of those sorts of things. (a few minutes later I can tell you that they have several different packets on Amazon UK)
Now I have another question: who took the photo (your profile)?