Monday, April 09, 2007

Daneland and mermaids.

Well, you find me right as rain. In fact, just used that opening to question the saying itself. What is so right about rain? Or what's wrong with the sun, as the right honourable Jennifer pointed out to me a couple of days ago?

All very queer altogether.

Lent has passed, and with it the need to defend myself against the zealots for not giving up the Mars Bars or the pints. My ever-widening belly is a less forgiving beast, however. Easter weekend itself was a dinger...

Was off on Good Friday so myself and Dorte drove our way over to Skerries for the craic. A fine seaside escape and a flask of coffee. Though it was more of a transportable pot. And little chocolate muffin buns. I say muffin buns because I couldn't decide if they were one or t'other. Tasty though.

What followed saw us dotted throughout the city, with a pit-stop at Owen and our Emma's into the bargain. It was a very good Friday indeed, though I will admit to a lasagne thanks to the Danelandish one...

Saturday saw myself and Bill and Johnny Ward in John Mulligans pub for a couple of cheeky post-work beers, nothing mad, though possibly as a result I have succumbed to a bit of cold manifest as an ear-ache. Seems to be on the wane though...

I'm in Limerick anyhoo, came down today after barely managing to escape the clutches of Titface himself. Johnny had that wild look in his eyes as we thought about a day of Stella and football in the flat, but sense prevailed and we'll resort to such shenanigans another time.

Shame to see the sun gone in, but I feel as shiny as a new old penny.

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