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Sep. 25th, 2010 02:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
squeefulfishThere's definitely something to be said for not having a crushing weight on your shoulders. I could get used to this.
This afternoon, myself and mum headed off to Dublin for Culture Night and a little bit of shopping for haberdashery supplies. I'm going to get back into sewing again, it's been so long that I've lost my callouses, though I did rather enjoy teaching mini-Wendy how to do a bit the other day. It's bloody rare that we get a chance to spend any time together between her working nights and me doing my insanely stressed thing so it was lovely to jump on a bus (she refuses to drive to Dublin) and just... chat.
We were having so much fun wandering around and seeing stuff and giggling and me pointing out stuff and getting stuck on the other side of the roads as she darted out under traffic that we forgot to eat until well after nine. The idea of me not having breakfast until after 2100 isn't entirely a new one, but going without coffee/tea for that long? There may have been some whiskey at the Jameson yokie and maybe a little bit more but nothing else passed my lips for many many hours. So we treated ourselves to ray and chips and it was good. Can't get ray in Drogheda, it's not something that the strange people here eat. It's the sort of thing that reminds me of being in Crumlin, four generations around the table, ray and chips and enormous onion rings from Dino's and gur cake (GUR CAKE! WANT! NOW!) from the Superette, my great-grandfather winding his watch (now my watch) and checking it was keeping time against the Angelus.
It was fabulous seeing so many people wandering around town, going to stuff they mightn't normally go to, being super friendly and me waving at old clients pushing buggies.
Brilliant day/evening/night out and home at a vaguely respectable hour to find Martha already tucked up in bed cos she's working 8-8 tomorrow. Poor mite. And ooooh I just found some Bulmers and a rather ripe fig. That'll end the evening off nicely, thank you.
This afternoon, myself and mum headed off to Dublin for Culture Night and a little bit of shopping for haberdashery supplies. I'm going to get back into sewing again, it's been so long that I've lost my callouses, though I did rather enjoy teaching mini-Wendy how to do a bit the other day. It's bloody rare that we get a chance to spend any time together between her working nights and me doing my insanely stressed thing so it was lovely to jump on a bus (she refuses to drive to Dublin) and just... chat.
We were having so much fun wandering around and seeing stuff and giggling and me pointing out stuff and getting stuck on the other side of the roads as she darted out under traffic that we forgot to eat until well after nine. The idea of me not having breakfast until after 2100 isn't entirely a new one, but going without coffee/tea for that long? There may have been some whiskey at the Jameson yokie and maybe a little bit more but nothing else passed my lips for many many hours. So we treated ourselves to ray and chips and it was good. Can't get ray in Drogheda, it's not something that the strange people here eat. It's the sort of thing that reminds me of being in Crumlin, four generations around the table, ray and chips and enormous onion rings from Dino's and gur cake (GUR CAKE! WANT! NOW!) from the Superette, my great-grandfather winding his watch (now my watch) and checking it was keeping time against the Angelus.
It was fabulous seeing so many people wandering around town, going to stuff they mightn't normally go to, being super friendly and me waving at old clients pushing buggies.
Brilliant day/evening/night out and home at a vaguely respectable hour to find Martha already tucked up in bed cos she's working 8-8 tomorrow. Poor mite. And ooooh I just found some Bulmers and a rather ripe fig. That'll end the evening off nicely, thank you.
