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Le Big Day Out
Mar. 22nd, 2006 12:52 pmSaturday. Martha. Bus to Dublin to show the child the city. There was some "treasure hunt" thing going on and what more fun way to show my goddaughter around without me having to think of things to show her. Only problem was, by the time we got to City Hall to register I'd already shown her half the things on the list. Ho hum. Some panicking and food and spilling of coke and losing of maps (they gave me 3 maps. 3. Making it absolutely impossible to get lost, even for someone as used to the northside as me. Just to make it clear though, I didn't need them.) and giggling at silly tourists later wandered into the Chester Beatty Library which, so my shame, I'd never been to before. SeanyMonster was back in Dublin for the weekend so he met us at Trinity to give the baby a tour round while I tried desperately to keep from spilling my coffee down my pink coat. Dumped her on a bus home and headed off to Sufi's for a cheesecake moment.
Home next morning (with coffee down my pink coat, I shouldn't be allowed take out when my legs are wobbly) for dad's birthday dinner. The rabbit in the freezer refused to defrost fast enough to be eaten but got stewified for Monday night. The pheasant had somehow sprouted wings in my absence so I couldn't play Lady of the Manor. No-one's claiming responsibility for its disappearance. I blame next door's cat, that thing's got it in for me. Made me screech last night when it landed on my back in the dark, with claws. I am not a cat person. Give me the stupid blind loyalty of a mutt any day.`
Nothing out of the ordinary since, which is rather nice, given that Sarah in Drawwda is more prone to comedic incidents than Sarah in Dublin.
Haven't slept properly in a week, which may be affecting my expression. Grandmother's away in England which gives me space to dump all my stuff while my room's being done up. I don't like living in a granny flat. Still, just for another week or so and then my back can get back to the bed it likes.
Home next morning (with coffee down my pink coat, I shouldn't be allowed take out when my legs are wobbly) for dad's birthday dinner. The rabbit in the freezer refused to defrost fast enough to be eaten but got stewified for Monday night. The pheasant had somehow sprouted wings in my absence so I couldn't play Lady of the Manor. No-one's claiming responsibility for its disappearance. I blame next door's cat, that thing's got it in for me. Made me screech last night when it landed on my back in the dark, with claws. I am not a cat person. Give me the stupid blind loyalty of a mutt any day.`
Nothing out of the ordinary since, which is rather nice, given that Sarah in Drawwda is more prone to comedic incidents than Sarah in Dublin.
Haven't slept properly in a week, which may be affecting my expression. Grandmother's away in England which gives me space to dump all my stuff while my room's being done up. I don't like living in a granny flat. Still, just for another week or so and then my back can get back to the bed it likes.
