So, this morning, this nice wooden box of little mice show up at my door. I opened the package, and all these little brown and white faces were looking up at me, like I had something to tell them. I didn’t know what to say. I could see they were chocolate mice, meant for eating. And no matter how cute they were, the handwriting, as they say, was on the wall for this lot.I figured, since it was such a grand day and all, the least I could do was show them a bit of the village and such, before they, you know. So next I took them down for a look at the Irish sea. Milk , dark, white; they all seemed to enjoy the salt air. And they asked a lot of questions. I did my best to answer all of them. They sounded like they didn’t get out much.Then I took them over to the sea walk, and showed them the view of Bray head to the north. They really liked that. They spent time just taking it all in, as if they knew it was the last time.
One particular dark chocolate one couldn’t tear himself away from the view. Kept going on about how he couldn’t explain it, but’t touched him somewhere, deep inside. Then I took them over to the Happy Pear, our favorite local coffee shop, and they sat in the window watching daily life in Greystones village go by.
They asked me to show them something particularly Irish. I told them I’d lived here long enough to forget what was different from where I grew up. But I did show them the local doctor’s office where everyone goes, I do remember it being a lot friendlier than the doctor officers in the States. Before we knew it it was time to head home. Well, for some of them. I just couldn’t help it. They were just so cute.