Next morning, we awoke to a scene of carnage. Bob must have fallen in the bog, the bed, walls, windowsills, floor, cushions, sofa - all covered in black bog!
Bob himself was encrusted in black peat that had dried in clumps? I tried to dunk him in the bath (in tepid water), that resulted in the bathroom being pebble-dashed.
I had to sponge him clean, then clean the whole house and boil wash the bedding.
Fast forward to this evening, we were watching 'Who do you think you are?' and they were talking about Irish Townlands and their meanings. I decided to look up the meaning of our Townland name. I should have known it really. It translates to 'Little bog of the black colouring'. Sheesh, doesn't that say it all?
