Sure no one could be turning up at a decent hour round here. Thought I'd talked back into 1997 for a moment. Welcome to Wicklow, kid. Stop turning into your father.
Technically, I'm 'having a fag in the car.' Haven't smoked in yonks, just needed a moment away. Sure, I could do with setting something on fire. *This is a dead cool attempt to cover up that I'm hiding from my coworkers in the rover, like a child.
'Ma, if you'd had the ability, would I still be here?' 'Sure, your gran offered the ferry,and I only regret it sometimes.' 'Cheers mammy.' 'That's cold, ghra.' 'Aye, but he'll mind for a few days yet.' Ah,parenting.
Spent today chasing this one around the house and garden. The worst bit of Sunday used to be impending Monday, now it's taking this one back to his Ma. Roll on Friday.
Right so, we've survived a solid week in the house, all 8 of us. And sure, we've not lost the leccy. But, tempers are wearing thin, as they do. We've also just run out of milk. I'm off out to brave the tundra... The things I do for a bit of quiet.